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“Yes,” I gasp with my eyes clenched tight, every sense in my body honed in on the way his hand obliterates my sanity with every blow, and his fingers hit that perfect spot deep within me. When he hits me again, I cry out, the sound desperate and pathetic and starved.

“What do you want, Angel? You want me to make you come like this?” He curls his fingers inside me, stroking the spot that will make me gush all over his hand if he keeps going. “Or do you want more?”

“More, please. I need more.” His fingers ram into me faster, tearing soft cries from my lips. I’m already so close to coming that I have to hold myself back, and I’ve been waiting since he walked in on me this morning.

“You want me to shove my thick cock into your dripping hole and ruin this pretty cunt the way you deserve?” he growls, his lips so close to my ear I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck.

We’re inhis fucking kitchen, so for once I give him the answer he asked for. “Yes, chef.”

“Christ, angel.”

Suddenly his weight is gone, and I hear the distinct sound of a belt buckle loosening and a zipper tearing open. He drags my panties down my thighs, and there’s no warning before he slams into me, his cock stuffing me so full I feel like my pussy is being split open as he spears me to my aching core. He pulls out before sliding into me slowly, and that’s when I feel the little metal studs dragging across my sensitive nerves. He’s pierced. The realization sparks something deep in my memory, but I’m too hazy to pin downwhat.

“You’re so tight,” he groans, finding a ruthless rhythm that rips me apart and pieces me back together at the same time. “Fuck, it’s like you’re strangling me with this greedy little pussy. Do you like taking my cock, angel?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I droll on senselessly as my mind is fucked right out of my body with each violent thrust of Greyson’s hips.

“Yeah, you were made for taking me,” his hand slides up the back of my neck and grips my hair at the base of my skull, “bent over the counter like a good fucking girl.” His other handcaptures my fingers and slides them between my wet thighs. “Touch your clit. Show me how good it feels, angel.”

The second I touch my clit, flames erupt in my core. “I won’t last long,” I whimper as I circle the swollen nub with my middle finger. “I’ve been on the edge all day.”

“I’ve tortured my pretty girl today, haven’t I?” I can hear the smile in his voice because heknowshe has.

“Yes.” I try to sound angry, but the word that leaves my mouth is desperate.

“But you love it when I’m cruel.” He dips down and sinks his teeth into my neck, biting down so hard I shriek.

“I do not,” I gasp even as I feel the first sparks of an orgasm start to flare inside me. A hard slap falls on my ass, adding fire to my burgeoning climax.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He adds another couple smacks right on top of the first. “Now come on my cock and show me how much this pretty cunt likes to suffer for me.”

The next time his pierced cock slams into me so deep it’s agony, my orgasm bursts with more force than I’ve ever felt in my life. White spots dance in my vision as I ride the high, each of Greyson’s thrusts lighting up my nerves with pleasure and pain until I feel like I might pass out from the overload of sensation.

“Fuck, angel,” he groans as he comes, and the rush of liquid heat flooding my core sends me falling over the edge for the second time.

“Grey,” I cry out, my nails digging into the skin of his back so I can leave a mark of my own.

When the raging adrenaline and lust start to leave my bloodstream, I realize I’ve made the most irresponsible career choice in the world. And I’ve never felt fucking better.

“Step out of these,” Greyson commands, tugging my jeans and panties down to my ankles. I kick off my Converse and let him strip off the sticky jeans and thong. I feel him untie his apronfrom around my waist. He tugs it off my head, his hands getting tangled in my hair. “Sorry,” he sighs when I whimper a bit at the sting of him yanking free from my messy curls.

I stifle a hysterical giggle—he’s spent six months bullying me without remorse, and he apologizes for a little hair pull? Gavin Greyson is an enigma that I will never, ever understand.

Strong hands grab my hips and flip me around before setting me up on the counter. I keep my eyes lowered, afraid to meet the searing gaze of my boss—who just bent me over the counter and fucked me like a whore. I feel his cum spilling out of me and pooling onto the black quartz. Embarrassed, I try to close my legs, but his fingers slap down on my thighs and pry them back open.

“Keep yourself spread for me,” he orders. “And don’t move.”

It’s a struggle to keep myself from looking up as he moves around the kitchen and turns on the sink, but I can’t risk catching his attention right now. I’m not sure I can ever look at him again. We crossed a line—blew it to fucking hell—and I don’t know how we move forward after this. Will he still want me in his kitchen after he’s fucked me in the middle of it?

“Here,” he thrusts a glass of water into my hand, “drink it all.”

Happy for the distraction, I put the glass to my lips and start to drink. The water gets stuck in my throat the moment Greyson falls to his knees and starts to wipe away the wetness from my thighs. His strokes are firm enough that I don’t go into panic mode. As usual, he seems to know exactly how to touch me. The harsh way he rubs at my skin eases the tension that’s been building in my body, and I lean back on my hands to watch the delicious sight of a beautiful man on his knees for me.

Seeming to sense the weight of my appraisal, Greyson’s crystalline eyes flick up to mine, his pretty, long lashes doing nothing to soften the ferocity in his gaze. Swallowing hard,I look away, focusing on the white wall across from us. “Look at me,” he orders, his fingers suddenly on my jaw and twisting my face toward him.

When I obey, I’m startled to find that he’s risen to his full height, looming over me like a dark force of destruction. His black shirt is loose around the sleeves, a few buttons undone and black ink lashing out from beneath the material. He’stattooed, I realize in surprise.

His fingers clench tighter, drawing my attention back to him. “You have no reason to hide from me. No reason to feel ashamed. And while I definitely didn’t plan on fucking anyone in my kitchen tonight, I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing right now.”