I remember lifting her without effort, setting her on the edge of the desk as papers scattered to the floor, the room spinning slightly around us.
I remember the way she leaned into me then, breath uneven, forehead pressed briefly against my shoulder—as if some last fragment of hesitation had finally caught up to her.
Then she leaned close to my ear.
Her voice dropped to a fragile whisper, stripped of anger, stripped of bravado.
“This will... be my first time... with my consent.”
The words hit harder than any accusation she’d ever thrown at me.
Everything slowed.
The room. The noise. My heartbeat thundering in my ears.
I remember freezing—just for a second—staring at her, really looking at her. Not as a weapon. Not as a pawn in my revenge. But as a woman standing at the edge of something irreversible, trusting me despite everything I’d done to her.
I should have stopped.
I should have pulled away.
But I didn’t.
I’d frozen.
Every muscle locked.
A sane man would have carried her to bed and let her sleep it off.
But she’d hooked her legs around my waist and pulled me closer.
“Take me,” she’d begged, the words slurred but unmistakable.
“No,” I’d rasped, even as my body screamed yes.
She’d answered by shimmying out of her skirt, then her panties, slow and deliberate despite the alcohol.
The sight of her—bare, glistening, open—snapped the last thread of control.
“I’ll be gentle,” I’d promised, voice rough as gravel.
I’d positioned myself at her entrance, watching her face for any sign of real pain.
Slow, careful thrusts at first—three, four shallow strokes—until she winced, breath hitching.
I’d stopped instantly.
But she’d nodded, eyes locked on mine, and whispered, “More.”
I’d gone deeper then, inch by inch, until I was seated fully inside her.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, legs parting wider, nails raking down my back as I began to move—slow at first, savoring every shuddering gasp that escaped her.
The desk rattled beneath us.
Her moans grew louder, sweeter, more desperate.
I lifted her thighs higher, spreading her open, driving deeper with every thrust.
