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I unzip her pants and tug them down, followed by her underwear. The fabric pools at her ankles, leaving her bare and beautiful, bent over my desk like an offering I’m starving for. Her skin is flawless, pale and luminous, her thighs slender but strong from working with horses.

I run my palm down the curve of her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. “Look at you,” I murmur, my voice rough with hunger. “So wet already. Is this from arguing about that horse, Bella? Is this for me?”

“For you,” she gasps, her voice muffled against the desk. “Only you.”

“Good girl.” I drop to my knees behind her and grip her hips, spreading her open for me. The sight of her, pink, glistening, utterly exposed, makes my cock ache against my zipper. I lean in and drag my tongue through her folds, slow and deliberate, tasting her for the first time.

She cries out, her back arching, and I hold her down. “I said stay.”

She whimpers, but she stills, her fingers clawing at the desk. I take another slow lick, allowing her taste to linger on my tongue. She trembles with another whimper. I can’t take it anymore. I feast on her like a man possessed, licking and sucking.

I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue before plunging deep inside her. She’s sweet and intoxicating, and I can’t get enough. I grip her thighs, holding her exactly where I want her, relentless as I drive her higher.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” I rasp against her slick flesh. “And you’re mine now. This pussy is mine. Say it.”

“Yours,” she sobs, her legs shaking. “Dario, please…”

“Please what? Please make you come?” I thrust my tongue inside her, curling it, feeling her tighten around me. “Please let you move? No. You take what I give you. You come when I decide.”

I return to her clit and suck hard, flicking my tongue in rapid, merciless strokes. She screams my name, her whole body tensing. And then she’s coming apart against my mouth, pulsing as her release floods my tongue.

I lap at her greedily, savoring every shudder, every broken cry, until she’s limp and gasping. But I’m not finished. I stand, unbuckling my belt with shaking hands, and free my cock. It’s heavy and throbbing, weeping with need. I don’t enter her, not yet.

I want her to feel exactly what she does to me, want her to know who owns her pleasure. I position myself behind her, sliding my shaft against her soaked folds. Not penetrating, just gliding through the slick heat of her closed thighs.

“Feel that?” I grunt, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Feel how hard you make me? I’m going to fuck this pretty little cleft until I paint you with my come. And you’re going to take it. Aren’t you, Katya?”

“Yes,” she moans, her voice wrecked. “Yes, Dario, anything…”

I begin to thrust, rutting against her, my cock sliding between her slick thighs and against her folds. The friction is maddening, her softness gripping me, her arousal coating every inch of my shaft. I set a brutal pace, snapping my hips.

And with every forward stroke, the swollen head of my cock grazes her sensitive clit. She jolts, crying out. “Oh God…”

“That’s it,” I snarl, one hand pinning her shoulder down, the other locked around her hip. “Take it. Take my cock. You’re so fucking perfect, so fucking mine. I want to feel you come again. I want to feel you shake while I mark you.”

The head of my cock drags over her clit again and again, relentless, and she’s whimpering, her body jerking with every stroke. “I can’t…I can’t…”

“You can,” I command. “Come for me, Katya. Come on my cock like a good girl.”

She shatters. “Dario!”

Her second orgasm crashes through her even harder than the first. Her thighs clamp me hard as her whole body convulses. Blood rushes to my head at the friction as she wails my name into the desk. The sight of her, the feel of her, the sound of her surrender wreck me.

And I’m coming with a rough groan, spilling hot and thick all over her lower back and thighs, marking her skin with my release. It goes on and on, pulse after pulse, until I’m dizzy with it and she’s covered in me. I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life.

For a moment, the only sound in the office is our ragged breathing.

Then reality seeps back in as I pick up the box of tissues on the desk and gently clean her up. Katya stiffens beneath me, and I feel the shift, the retreat. I let her up slowly, and she avoids my eyes, scrambling for her clothes.

Her hands shake so badly she can barely pull her pants up, her movements frantic, embarrassed.

“Katya…” I start.

But she’s already at the door when she turns. Her face is flushed, her hair wild, her eyes glassy and overwhelmed. She pulls her gaze away and opens the door, fleeing without a word, her footsteps echoing down the hall until they disappear.

I stand there, still half-dressed, my cock wet with both of us. I lift my fingers to my lips and lick them, tasting her, still sweet, still potent. My heart pounds against my ribs, and for the first time in my life, I feel something beyond hunger. Something that terrifies me and thrills me in equal measure.

I want her. Not just once. Not just here. I remember Aldo mentioning he rented the guest house to the new horse trainer. A slow, predatory smile curves my mouth as I tuck myself back into my pants. She’s living on my property. Sleeping mere yards from my bedroom.