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It seems the only thing that can unite a couple of assholes is the prospect of bullying someone else. Antoni and Dougherty snicker to each other, and I straighten my back, determined to ignore them. The way I always have to ignore them.
Dutifully, I trail after Broderick while the rest of the men in the operation trail back toward the elevator. Two men in black suits with earpieces ducked into the cavities of their heads usher them out and make sure they actually leave the premises.
Something solid settles in my stomach when the door closes softly behind me. Broderick keeps a hand against it, maintaining eye contact even as he flicks the lock closed.
“I think it went well.” I flash him a smile loaded with teeth. “Although we're still no closer to figuring out who is targeting our men.”
He clucks his tongue. “A small matter in the grand scheme. Settle down, Aria.” His voice is a low croon. “It’s time to put certain businesses to bed and raise others.”
Despite the sensations in my stomach, despite the long day I’ve had, and the desperate desire to seek my bed, there’s no way out of this. Not without appeasing the head of the monster.
Both literally and figuratively.
I let the folder drop and move to the straps of my shirt, pushing them down my arms. Broderick watches me undress, his gaze dark and inscrutable.
“What a good girl,” he murmurs as I push my pants down to the floor. The thong follows, and I kick it all aside, standing in front of him naked and shivering despite the merry crackle of the fire at my back.
He’s on me seconds later, turning me around and kneading at my breasts, my pussy. His gnarled knuckles caress my clit, and sensation shocks through me before he pushes a finger inside me roughly.
“That’s such a good girl, Aria.” Broderick kicks my legs open and bends me over the desk. “Very good indeed. Are you hot for Daddy?”
The snick of a zipper is the only warning I receive before he notches the head of his cock at my entrance.
I’m wet enough from anticipation but not nearly enough to stop the friction from causing pain. His cock surges inside of me as Broderick buries to the hilt, his hands tightening on my hips before they shift to my breasts and up to my neck.
The sex is always rough, and it always hurts.
It’s what gives me the release I need.
I’ve never been able to come any other way. His intrusion forces my body to accommodate him, to adjust and stretch around his cock.
“Who owns you, baby?”
His grip around my neck tightens, threatening to cut off my air supply. He grinds his hips against my ass before he pulls out and slams home.
When I don’t answer right away, when my lips form the words but his hold on my neck prevents them from erupting, he squeezes more, slapping the side of my ass with his opposite hand, palm open.
“Who owns you?”
He’s on my windpipe. He’s dangerously close to crossing a line he’s never crossed before, and—
Broderick forces me down on the desk harder, and black spots dance in front of my eyes.
“You do, Master. You do.”
I somehow manage to get the words out, and Broderick is satisfied enough that he releases me, slapping me across the side of the face. I gasp, filling my lungs with air, and the harsh slam of his flesh against mine has me coming in an instant.
Broderick follows seconds later and fills my pussy with his cum.
His.
I belong to him, and I have since he found me on the streets.
He pulls out with a grunt and tucks himself back into his pants. “That’s right. You remember.”
He leaves me holding on to the desk for dear life. His seed drips down my leg. Something…shifted tonight. Something changed. Hopefully, it’s more from him being hot and cold lately than anything else because I need this. I need him and the pain he brings.
I need the power I have in making a man like him want me. It’s what’s made me the best at what I do, and I won’t lose it.
