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Grace
My knees go weak as I feel an invisible force overwhelm my body, wanting me to bow to him. To lower my head to the ground and expose my neck. I drop my stare and fall to my knees, but I don’t bow. I won’t. The pull is so strong that it makes me feel sick to my stomach, but I refuse it, fighting it with everything in me.
“What is it with you and dogs?” He practically sneers the words. “Do you not like them?”
I shake my head, my eyes focused on his shoes.
“Speak!” I jolt at his command and a fresh stream of hot tears runs down my cheeks.
“No,” I say and a shaky breath leaves me as I add, “I love dogs.” I gasp for air and finally give in, bowing to him. My cheek rests against the floor with my forearms braced on either side of my head.
He immediately lifts me up and pulls me into his chest.
“You don’t need to bow to me, Grace. Not ever. Please don’t.” I sob against him, clinging to his powerful body as his hand cradles my head. Desperate for skin-to-skin contact, I move my hand under his shirt and up his back. I don’t know why I need it, but I do.
Whatever’s happening to me, I hate it. Make it stop.
“I don’t mean to get angry,” he says and his tone is gentle, but that doesn’t take away a damn thing I currently feel. The belittling and weakness especially. I hate it all. “I don’t like that you compare yourself to a dog.” His free hand caresses up and down my back soothingly. He kisses my hair and I melt at his touch. I concentrate on taking deep breaths as he speaks, but at least my sobs have stopped.
“It’s your cycle. You’re ovulating. That’s why you feel like this.” I feel the rumble of his chest as he speaks and I push my body against it, loving the way the vibration feels on my skin. This is nothing like anything I’ve ever experienced. The need to brush my body against his is nearly intolerable. My entire being is pulsing with a desire to touch him and be touched by him.
I lick my lips and stare at his neck. There’s dark stubble all the way down to his Adam’s apple. I have the sudden urge to nip at his throat. I stir, trying to alleviate some of the hot ache between my legs and that’s when I realize I can feel his stiffness against my thigh. He’s huge. The image of him fucking me on his desk, riding me hard, comes to mind. I moan. Yes, I want him to ride me hard. I give in to the temptation and leave a hot, open-mouth kiss on his throat. My teeth pinch his skin and I pull back before letting go, knowing I’ll leave a mark. Devin groans as I lean back to admire my handiwork. My chest rises and falls as I breathe heavily.
“Fuck, Grace, I’m trying to be good for you,” he says as my gaze searches his face. His eyes are closed and his head is tipped back while his mouth is parted. It’s so fucking sexy. I part my legs to straddle him. The move makes my hard clit throb. Resting my elbows on his shoulders, I spear my fingers through his messy hair before jerking his head to the side to bite his neck again. The move makes his dick twitch and it hits my sensitive clit. I let out a moan against his throat.
“Please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for. All I know is that I need him. He can make this right.
“You want me to fuck you, Grace?” He breathes his words although they come out as a statement and not a question. I nod and faster than I can perceive, he’s already moving. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he lifts me up quickly, throwing my body onto the desk so that I land on my back with my legs spread wide.
“I told you to speak when I ask you a question.” His tone is laced with danger as he takes a step back and backhands my clit through my jeans. Fuck! A fire ignites so hot in my core that my head thrashes and my limbs shake from the intensity. Yes!
As I come down from the overwhelming sensation, I realize he’s undressing me, practically ripping my jeans off of me. With a snap and a rip, the jeans are torn halfway down my body.
Before the torn clothing even hits the floor, his tongue is on me. His rough stubble scratches against my inner thighs and it’s even better than I imagined. Feeling his hot mouth on me is a dream come true. I arch my back on the desk and push myself into his face. Any sense of control is gone; I’ve fallen off the edge of a cliff. He growls with approval into my heat as he angles me so he can fuck me deeper with his tongue.
“Please,” I beg him again. I need him. He continues taking his sweet time, but the sound of his zipper gives me hope. I wriggle on the desk, needing more. My body is impatient and my head thrashes from side to side. I need him now.
“Please!” I can’t stand the torture any longer. I need my release. He moves from between my legs and hovers over my body while wiping my glistening arousal from his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips are swollen and his silver gaze doesn’t hide his desperation to be inside me in the least. At least both of us are affected.
“You need me to fuck you, Grace?”
I don’t hesitate in my answer. “Yes, I need you.” As soon as the last word leaves me, his hands grab my hips and pull me to the edge of the desk while he pounds into me all the way to the hilt without a hint of mercy or shame.
“I promise it’ll only hurt for a moment,” he groans and I’m caught in his silver gaze. My breath is stolen, my nails digging into his forearms as he towers over me, fully inside of me. If I could speak, I’d beg him to move. It’s too intense, too much.
The intense pain from being stretched begins to slowly ease as he moves inside of me.
My head drops back and I moan, the pleasure-filled waves riding up my body with every hard thrust.
“Fuck yes,” he growls at the ceiling with his eyes closed and his mouth parted. He doesn’t stop his steady pace, though. His head slowly drops and he opens his eyes to find mine. It’s then that I notice his fangs and the hunger in his silver gaze. He is the epitome of power and lust. In this moment I am only his. I want nothing more than to bow down to him and give him every pleasure possible. My heart feels weak and raw. He has complete control of it. Sheer terror jolts through my body, freezing my hot blood. But in a flash, it’s gone, leaving only the heat to scorch my sensitive skin.
My head drops to the desk and my eyes roll back from the intense pleasure radiating through my body. With one hand still on my hip and the other now wrapped around my throat, he picks up his pace and pistons into me with a primal need. I tremble as a numbness rises from the tips of my fingers and toes, threatening to overwhelm my body. I part my lips to beg for my release, but as I do he squeezes tighter around my throat and hammers into me as my pussy clenches.
“Come for me.” His words are my undoing and I shatter beneath him. I shatter for him.
Grace
Devin leaves me for a moment, a chill draping itself around me as my body immediately notices his absence. I lift my head just enough to see him enter what looks to be a bathroom on the far side of the expansive office. As the aftershocks of my orgasm settle, my mind finally feels as though it’s clearing. Like it’s waking up from a fog. The realization of what just happened hits me with a force that makes me want to throw up.
