He says it so smoothly, so easily, that there has to be more than just a ring of truth to it.
With a burst of resentment I twist away, toward the door. Luka grabs my wrists and pushes me up against the wall, our eyes locking, breaths coming fast and hard.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he says.
“Anywhere but here,” I say, glaring.
He moves closer and I arch back, my breasts pressing into his chest. The heat from our bodies and his scent wrapping around me flames my lust. I turn into an animal, and not the raging crazy wife kind.
I hate him.
I despise him.
And I need his cock in me right now.
Our hands move at the same time as we both reach for the hem of my shirt and whip it over my head. He palms my bare breasts, kneading them roughly, making me cry out. A satisfied noise purrs from his throat. He tweaks my nipples gently between his fingers, as if to make up for the pain, but it only makes me want him more.
“Harder,” I beg.
“Like this?”
He pulls my nipples with enough pressure to send a lick of pain through each, and I groan, leaning into his touch instead of retreating from it.
As my head falls back against the wall, I jut my hips forward, grinding against his thigh. Luka slips one hand down the waist of my jeans, and I gasp as he cups my pussy in his palm. He presses hard there, stroking my lips forcefully before drawing his finger up my slit, circling my clit and making me cry out.
“Does Mateo make you this wet?” he groans against my ear. “Or were you thinking of me when you were practically dry-humping him for the camera?”
He leans in and I turn my face away, denying him the connection of our mouths. I won’t share that level of intimacy with him. “Did you think of me when you were with Monica?” I ask, still helplessly riding his fingers, my pussy slippery with intense arousal.
“No.”
Luka grabs my hair in his fist, his other hand still fingering me, and backs me across the room step by step until I’m in front of his desk. Then he forces me to turn around and bends me over it, my palms flat on the surface for support. Part of me wants to storm out of here and leave him hard and wanting, just for the revenge of it. But I love this too much. I love ripping the rage out of him and having him take it out on my body.
Still behind me, Luka tugs my pants and thong down and then pushes my upper body flat onto the desk. My head is turned so I can see the door, thankfully locked so that no one has to know he’s hate-fucking me in his office right now? My tits press into the desk calendar, and I feel deliciously trapped between the rigid wood and the heat of his hard body.
“Spread your legs,darling.”
“Make me.”
He huffs a laugh. Suddenly, there’s a sting to my left ass cheek as a resounding crack fills the air. I go rigid, warmth radiating through my skin, making my clit ache.
“Fuck,” I pant. “Yes.”
“More?” he asks.
“Yes,” I grind out, the admission making me feel vulnerable. “Please.”
He does it again, spanking me with enough force to make it tingle and burn. The heat blossoms and slowly fades, taking the pain with it and twisting it into something pleasurable. With a moan, I press my ass back against him. I need more.
I need all of him.
“Fuck me,” I beg.
There’s no point in pretending I don’t want this. I can’t wait any longer.
I spread my legs and he slides into me. I’m so wet, his huge length just glides right in, filling me up until I can’t breathe from the pleasure. He thrusts back and forth, faster, deeper, cursing under his breath as he quickly finds his rhythm. He’s stretching me to the hilt and hitting all the right places. I can’t stop the cries from flying from my mouth.
“Yes,” I cry out. “Fuck yes.”
