Aragged whimper escapes the back of my throat.Myfingers tangle into the thick hair at the nape of his neck.Hegroans, a low animal vibration against my lips.Therolling chair shifts backward under his advancing weight.
Hebreaks the kiss, chest heaving. "Desk."
"Daniel, the equipment?—"
"Fuckthe equipment."
Roughpalms grip my waist, hauling me upward.Oneviolent sweep of his arm clears the workspace entirely.Keyboardsand ceramic mugs go flying, crashing to the floor in a loud, chaotic clatter.Aside monitor tips over, the screen cracking against the hardwood floor.
Helifts my hips and drops me onto the cleared surface.Theimpact sends a sharp jolt up my spine, instantly consumed by the flood of adrenaline rushing through my veins.Thickthighs wedge between my knees before my lungs can expand, pushing my legs wide open.
"You’vebeen driving me insane," he growls.Histhumbs dig deep into the soft flesh of my hips, leaving inevitable bruises. "Eightmonths of chasing a ghost, only to find a smart-mouthed hacker wearing my leather."
"I’ma genius,"Igasp, wrapping my calves tightly around his narrow waist.
"You'remine," he commands. "Sayit."
"Daniel—"
"Sayit,Kaila."
"I'myours,"Iwhisper.Theabsolute truth of the statement anchors me.Aftermonths of hiding behind firewalls and fakeIPs, his intense focus peels away every layer of my defenses.
Hekisses me harder, his tongue sweeping past my lips to demand total submission.Roughhands travel upward, shoving the heavy leather cut off my shoulders.Therigid material poolsaround my elbows, trapping my arms at my sides.Coolloft air hits my bare breasts, hardening my nipples under his burning gaze.
Hepulls back, his facial muscles tight with unchecked desire.
"Beautiful," he breathes.
Thickfingers hook directly into the cotton waistband of my panties.Withone sharp yank, the fabric rips.Hebypasses sliding them down the length of my legs, tearing the garment away like tissue paper.
Igasp at the sheer force.Thebrutal destruction creates a fresh flood of slick wetness between my thighs.Everynerve ending in my core throbs, hypersensitive to one of the most dangerous man inPineValleystanding between my legs.
Theheavy metal of his belt buckle clinks against the desk.Heshoves his denim jeans down over his hips, freeing his erection.
Themassive length of his cock springs forward.Heis remarkably thick, the veined shaft rigid and demanding attention.
"Daniel,"Ibreathe.Mystomach twists into a hard, cold knot. "It’sbeen a while."
Thefrantic motion stops.Hislarge hands freeze against my bare skin.Trackingmy sudden tension, his posture softens slightly, shifting back into the man who bought me an ergonomic keyboard to soothe my aching wrists.
"Iwon't hurt you,Kaila," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. "ButIcannot be gentle right now.Thecontrol is gone."
"Irefuse gentle,"Ianswer.Ineed his overwhelming weight to ground me, to completely obliterate the paralyzing paranoia of the last eight months.
Henods.Hisgrip on my hips tightens, lifting my pelvis to align our bodies.
Hedrives his thick, engorged cock into my slick entrance, stealing the air directly from my lungs.Themassive girth stretches my pussy to the absolute limit, a careful invasion claiming every inch of my internal walls.
Icry out as my slick flesh strains to accommodate him.Myfingernails dig deep into his broad shoulders while he pauses, allowing my tight muscles to adjust to the impalement.
"Fuck," he hisses through gritted teeth.Hisforehead rests flush against mine while a hard twitch pulses deep inside my core. "Yourpussy is squeezing me so damn hard.You’reentirely soaked,Kai.Ineed your slick juices coating my balls with every single thrust."
Thefirst strike hits deep.Hiscock slides in and out with a wet, heavy friction, igniting a raw fire across my clit.Eachtime he bottoms out, his pubic bone slams against my pelvis.Hisheavy weight pins me securely to the desk, dominating the space with primal, relentless force.
Myentire world narrows down to the slick friction.Thesharp sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, accompanied by the harsh creak of the wooden desk bearing our combined weight.
Hethrusts into me with a desperate, frantic rhythm that repeatedly jars the breath from my lungs, grinding his narrow hips against my pelvis with every punishing stroke.