Page 131 of Brutal Heir

“You wanted to be treated like all my other employees.”

The edges of his palms pressed against my shoulder blades as he slid his hands over my back. His fingers then spanned my rib cage, skimming just below my breasts.

He cupped my breasts, pressing his hips against my ass, before fisting the fabric of my dress, spreading the collar to expose the lace top of my bra.

His mouth skimmed along my neck as his hand slid over my stomach then down to caress my thigh, reaching for the hem of my dress.

I clutched the fabric, even while I rolled my head back onto his shoulder. “Don’t.”

His hand slipped between my legs. “You said no special treatment.”

“You’re not playing fair.”

His fingers skimmed my inner thigh. “I never said I would.”

How did a woman survive being in this man’s orbit?

The answer was simple. She didn’t.

Maybe that was the real reason why I couldn’t find any media on previous girlfriends. They had gotten too close to his dark star orbit and just combusted, until they were nothing, nonexistent—just dust.

I dug my nails into his wrist as his fingers slipped inside my panties. “Sebastian…”

He ran his teeth along my neck. “That’s it, babygirl. I love the sound of my name on your lips.”

The side of his thumb teased my clit while he pushed two fingers inside of me.

I rose on my toes as I reached my arm around his neck. I pushed my fingers into his hair and grabbed when he thrust his fingers deep inside of me.

“Oh God.”

He added a third finger and pushed his hand inside my bra to tease my nipple.

My mouth opened on gasp as he twisted his fingers inside of me. The slight twinge of pain when he increased the pressure on my inner walls made me clench my fingers tighter in his hair.

I was so close.

The pressure increased.

He thrust fast then pushed the pad of his thumb against my clit with more force.

My knees buckled.

He tightened his arm across my breasts, holding me upright while constricting my ribs.

My body bucked against his restraining embrace.

The moment he sank his teeth into the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, I went over the edge.

As I cried out, he shifted his hand from my breast to my mouth.

Everything about this was wrong.

And I couldn’t get enough of it.

We hadn’t even locked the door.

Any of the co-workers I’d worked so hard to impress over these last few weeks could have walked in and found the boss’s hand up my skirt as I called out to God and all that was unholy.