He rammed me harder, his hand snapping out to choke my neck. I stuck my tongue out, drowning in a sea of passion. His cock was hitting the right spot, each strike deeper than the last.
My jaw dropped in a silent scream as I closed my eyes, basking in the sensation that stole my voice. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down—instead, he fucked me even harder until his primal growl announced his arrival.
I cried out when he pushed deeper and exploded inside me. My throbbing pussy tightened around his cock, accepting every single drop. Breathless, my eyes fluttered open, and I watched him pull out, his cock dripping with a mixture of my juice and his load.
The silence that followed was louder than my previous moans as guilt began creeping into my heart. His lips curved into a small smirk, his gaze lingering a little longer before he bent over and pulled up his pants.
I sat there on the table, shaking, torn between shame and a weird sense of satisfaction. Too embarrassed to look at him, I lowered my head, my hands covering my breasts as I hopped off the table.
He zipped up his pants and quietly slipped into his jacket while I picked up my shorts and put them back on.
My heartbeat was steady, but the confusion in my mind had just begun. I strapped my bra back on, then shrugged into my sweater, keeping my eyes on the floor. I wasn’t sure what this meant, only that I hadn’t felt so alive in a long time.
I hated myself for admitting it, but I enjoyed every bit of the sex: his touch, his kisses, and his big dick.
Shame washed over me as I walked out of his office in silence, my body still shaking. I didn’t know if this was surrender or something far more dangerous.
However, the truth was that whatever had just happened between us was already out of my control. I had a feeling this was just the first incident—there would be others to come, especially since I enjoyed it.
Deep down, I wanted more. And that was the genesis of my problem.
Chapter 16 – Roman
The scent of her arousal lingered in the air long after she was gone, a constant reminder of what happened within these walls. I sat in my chair in the dimly lit office, reminiscing about our time together.
I didn’t plan to take her tonight, but things spiraled out of control, and everything happened so fast. The sound of her moans still echoed in the back of my mind, reminding me of how sweet she was. I’d yet to come to terms with the fact that we had sex and that it was better than I imagined.
I drew a deep breath, inhaling the traces of her signature scent lingering in the atmosphere. The image of her face contorted in pleasure flooded my mind, making my cock swell within my pants.
My fingers combed through my hair, my heart warm with something I refused to believe was affection. Even though I’d spent the last hour or so thinking about her, I told myself there was no way what I felt was affection.
It was just casual sex—something to feed my lust and remind her that she belonged to me. Nothing serious. She wasn’t the first woman I’d been with, and she wouldn’t be the last. There was absolutely nothing special about the sex, nothing special about her. She was just a regular girl.
But if that were the case, why did her memory linger even long after she left the office? If the sex didn’t mean anything to me, why couldn’t I get her out of my head?
The more I tried to bury the memory, the more the images of her face flooded my mind, cutting deeper than they should. My lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk when I recalled the way she tried to mask her arousal with defiance.
A part of me couldn’t help thinking that she probably came into my office with the hopes of getting my attention.When she walked in, the scent of her perfume filled the space, strong and intoxicating, like she had just put it on before she arrived.
Her lipstick was very fresh—warm, the color vibrant on her lips, hinting that she’d applied it minutes before she waltzed into my office. Also, her oversized cotton sweater slipped off one shoulder, revealing a thin strap of her lacy bra, and she never bothered to adjust it.
These were all signs that she came prepared, even though she’d never admit it. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t drown the sound of her moans, nor could I block the images flashing in my mind.
The fact that she unraveled under me, broke but never fully yielded, sparked something strange inside me.
I rubbed my eyes, wondering why she was living rent-free in my head despite all my attempts to get her out. It unsettled me that her face was etched into my mind and that some sort of addiction was gradually forming.
It was just casual sex. It shouldn’t mean so much to me. Yet it did.
To force her out of my head, I decided to bury myself in work, reviewing shipments and barking orders. Eventhatdidn’t help, considering how my mind kept drifting back to Scarlett—her moans, the defiance in her eyes, and the way her body responded to my touch.
I stared at the lit screen in front of me, fingers rubbing my temples, unable to focus on anything productive. I reclined in my chair, swiping a hand through my hair, frustrated by this welcome distraction.
A single knock on the door stole my attention, my eyes darting toward the entrance. For a second there, I thought it was Scarlett—I hoped it was her—and my heart skipped a beat.
However, it wasn’t her. It was just Sergei.
He walked into my office, then slowed mid-stride, his eyes roaming the space with a hint of suspicion. He lowered his head, taking in the books scattered across the floor and the glint of buttons strewn near the table.
