He pulls his hand out of my sopping-wet pussy and grabs my wrists, forcing my arms behind my back. Holding them with one hand, he uses the other to guide his penis inside me. It takes some force for him to penetrate me, and I stiffen up and clench my fists, my eyes snapping shut.
“Relax, little girl. It’s gonna feel good, I promise,” he growls, licking the shell of my ear.
He takes me in long, deep strokes that cause my head to swim. This is it. After this, nothing is ever going to be the same and that’s exactly how I want it to be. I’m completely his.
“I can’t hold back like this,” he rasps, voice thick with lust.
He pulls out, flips me over, and drapes my legs over his shoulders. Holding onto my thighs, he slams his hips against my ass and I take his full length inside me for the first time. My muscles tense around, clamping down on him, begging him for more. My response is enough to send him into a frenzy and he thrusts so hard and fast that all of the papers on his desk go flying. I want to scream but his secretary is right outside, so I bite down on my lips again and dig my fingers into his arms.
“I’m gonna come, baby. Are you coming with me?” he grunts.
Based on the sweet throbbing between my legs, I have to say that I won’t be far behind him. He lifts my ass off the desk and moves his hips from side to side, and I hold my breath as I topple over the edge into the deepest, most intense orgasm. Just two strokes later, he joins me and I feel his warm seed coating my inner walls.
He lifts me into his arms, and I hug his neck with all the strength that my weakened, boneless body can muster.
“That was so good, baby girl. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, I loved it,” I whisper in his ear.
“I meant what I said. You’re mine, Princess. Don’t forget that.”
9
ANGER AND LUST
ANTHONY
Lanz Lazzaro sits in my office looking like a snarky little shit. He thinks that because his father is a big donor, he can do anything he wants. Clearly, he missed the memo about how messing with my things gets you an ambulance ride. Or worse.
“Tell me what happened,” I say as I clench my fists under the desk so he doesn’t see.
“There’s nothing to tell. I was just shooting my shot, you know? Is there a rule against hitting on girls at lunchtime? No, right. Anyway, she got all pissy about it and threw her salad at me. Look at me. I can’t go to class like this. She ruined my shirt, and I look like I pissed my pants.”
“So, you expect me to believe that you were showering her with compliments and she got so offended she assaulted you with a salad?”
“You know what bitches are like.”
“Yeah, I do and I’m looking at one now.”
He stops, stunned, and asks, “Excuse me, Sir. What did you say?”
“You heard me. I’m not playing this game with you. You’re an entitled little punk who thinks you can do whatever you want. You can’t. That stops today. Since you forgot about our last conversation, I’ll make myself as clear as I can. Keep your grubby hands off Aria Kane. Don’t look at her, don’t speak to her. Forget that she exists or you’re gonna have to deal with me.”
“I don’t know what she’s been telling you when you’re at her house but….”
“What did you just say?”
“That’s right. I’ve seen you there twice. Well, I’ve seen you leaving anyway.”
“You’re the one who’s been parking across from her house and driving off when you see me coming?”
“Yup, that’s me,” he says and I want to smack the smug look right off his face.
“Why would you do that? Do you have some sort of obsession with Aria?”
“Is that what we’re here to talk about because I don’t think that’s any of your business. Like I told her, there’s no law against parking on a public street and seeing what my eyes can see.”
“So, you told her you’re doing this?”
