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He knows what’s coming.
He doesn’t push me away when I put my free hand on the base of his neck. Doesn’t jerk his head when I pull my two fingers from my pussy and slowly rub my juices over his bottom lip.
His groan is guttural, cooling my knuckles as I coat his mouth with my wetness. Christ, I’ll never be able to look in the mirror and attempt to convince myself I’m a lady ever again. It’s so animalistic. So depraved. Something only maddening lust and spite could drive someone to do.
“They never win,” I whisper.
With a flash of his citrine ring, he grabs my wrist, halting my movements as I trace his bottom lip again. He holds me there, then with a lazy, half-lidded stare, he watches me as he slides my fingers into his mouth, sucking all of my juices clean.
In my mindless state, I grind out a moan at the sight. He looks as depraved as I feel. Like the bespoke tailoring and the gold and the perfect haircut are no longer thick enough to hide the monster that lives within. Once he licks my fingers clean, he captures his bottom lip in his mouth and smooths down the front of his slacks.
“Go back to work, Penelope.”
While his face is expressionless, his tone sounds almost defeated. I think I won that game. Didn’t I?
Or maybe we’re both just losers.
Regardless, I don’t protest. If I don’t get out from the darkness of this office now, I fear I may never see the light again. Heart and clit thrumming to an off-kilter beat, I slide off the desk and pick up my pants.
My gaze drops to Raphael’s fist clenched against his thigh. The trim of my lace panties peeks out from the top of it.
“Can I…?”
His grip tightens. “No.” I flick my gaze up to his. “They’re mine now.”
Intoxication swirls through me, sweeping all sarcastic retorts away. Instead, I pull on my pants, sans my thong, knowing the dampness between my thighs will stay with me for the rest of my shift.
I move to the door on unsteady legs, willing myself not to look back, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle what I see sitting behind the desk.
Out in the light of the bridge, I let out a shaky exhale.
Behind me, the office door locks.
Twice.
