“And yet you married me anyway.”
“I did.” I back her toward the desk, watching her eyes go darker with every step, her chest rising and falling faster. “Which means I get to do something about it.”
“Zip—”
“INITIATING PRIVACY PROTOCOLS.” Zip’s voice carries the particular tone of long-suffering resignation that he’s perfected over the past year. “I SEE NOTHING. I HEAR NOTHING. I AM ENTERING LOW-POWER MODE AND CONTEMPLATING MY EXISTENCE.”
“Good AI,” Polly murmurs, but her attention is on me now. All of it—hungry, defiant, utterly mine.
“Lock the door,” I tell her.
“Make me.”
The challenge hangs between us like electricity. Through the bond, I feel her anticipation—the delicious tension of wanting to be caught, wanting to be conquered, the thrill of pushing until I snap.
I move.
She gasps as I spin her, pressing her front against the desk, my body caging hers. My hand finds the back of her neck, holding her down—not hard, never hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that she feels utterly possessed.
“Lock. The door.”
“Or what?”
I lean down, my lips against her ear, my hips grinding slowly against her ass so she can feel exactly how hard she’s made me. “Or I stop. Or I leave you like this—wet, desperate, clenching around nothing while you try to sit through that meeting pretending you’re not dying for my cock.”
A pause. Then: “Lock the door, Zip.”
“DOOR LOCKED. SOUNDPROOFING ENGAGED. MAY I SUGGEST THAT THE CAPTAIN’S MEETING BE RESCHEDULED?”
“Reschedule it,” I say, not taking my eyes off the woman bent over the desk, her fingers already white-knuckled on the edge.
“Rynn, I can’t just—”
“You can.” I trail my fingers down her spine, feeling her arch into the touch like a cat. “You will. Because you’re not leaving this office until I’ve made you come so many times you forget your own name. Until you’re dripping with me, marked inside and out.”
Through the bond: a surge of want so strong it nearly buckles my knees. She loves this—loves when I take control, loves theway I make her submit, loves knowing she’s the only one who can drive me to this edge.
“What if I have something important to do?”
“Then you should have thought of that before you spent all morning teasing me through the bond.” I press harder against her, letting her feel every inch of what she’s done to me. “Those little spikes of heat, then pulling back. Making me sit through council while I felt how empty you were, how badly you needed to be filled.”
She makes a sound—half laugh, half moan—and pushes back against me, grinding shamelessly. I can smell her arousal now, sharp and sweet beneath the crisp scent of her uniform.
“Maybe I was thinking about someone else’s cock.”
The growl that tears from my throat is feral, pure Valorian instinct. In one motion I flip her around, lift her onto the desk, and step between her thighs, forcing them wide around my hips.
“Say that again,” I snarl, my hands already tearing at the fastenings of her jacket.
“Make me take it back.”
I kiss her—hard, claiming, all teeth and tongue and raw possession. She melts instantly, her bratty resistance dissolving into desperate, clawing need. Her tongue tangles with mine, hot and wet, tasting like coffee and the mints she pretends she doesn’t steal from my desk. I swallow her moan, feeling it vibrate through the bond straight to my cock.
“That’s what I thought,” I murmur against her swollen lips.
“Shut up and touch me.”
“Demanding little thing.” I nip her bottom lip, soothing the sting with a slow lick. “You love it when I make you beg.”
