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I move, her nails digging into my back. The feel of her stretching with each thrust, taking my cock inside her, squeezing it with every thrust. Her gasps in my ear, the scent of her skin—everything combines. I've had women before, but nothing like this. Nothing so intoxicating, sinful, fucking all consuming.

"Harder," she begs, meeting each thrust.

I drive into her. The headboard hits the wall with every push. Her cries get louder, less controlled. I feel her pussy tightening around me again, I want to feel her come on my cock. To make her shudder, and shake and lose all control.

"Look at me," I growl when her eyes flutter closed. "I want to see you. I want to watch you come on my cock, to see your eyes when you lose yourself."

Her gaze locks with mine as lust overtakes her. The unexpected intimacy—seeing into her while we are joined in the most primal way—pushes me to insanity. I can’t hold back, I can’t go slow or care if I am breaking her sweet little pussy, I just hammer into her, hard, deep— so deep I hear her whimper and moan. I fuck her like she is mine, and I don’t stop until I have filled her tight pussy with my come, claiming her, making her.

We collapse together, pulse racing, skin damp with sweat.

I roll to my side, pulling her against me. Her head rests on my chest, auburn hair spilling across my skin.

"That was worth the wait," she murmurs, voice still husky from screaming my name.

I laugh softly. "If I'd known what I was missing, I wouldn't have bent you over a desk long ago."

She props herself up on one elbow, looking at me in the dim light. Without makeup, without the mask, she looks much younger, more vulnerable. Something protective comes alive in me.

"This isn’t a good idea," I say.

Her palm rests over my heart. "Does that worry you?"

I think about it, I have never had a real connection. A relationship of any depth—in my line of work it is too risky. I've kept women at a distance for years, protecting both them and myself. But something about Orla has me thinking I could let my guard down, and see if I can have both.

"It should," I admit. "But no."

She smiles—a real smile that reaches her eyes, not the polite expression she wears at the office. I realize I've rarely seen her truly smile before.

"Why me?" she asks. "You could have anyone. You probably have had everyone."

I trace the curve of her cheek, running my thumb over the fullness of her lower lip. "Because you're not like anyone else. From the moment you walked into my office, there was something about you."

"Really?"

"You see through me," I say, the truth surprising even myself. "Not my name, or the power and the money. You looked at me like I was human."

Her expression softens. She leans down to kiss me, a gentle press of lips that feels more intimate than fucking her was.

"I see you," she whispers against my mouth.

My hand slides into her hair, deepening the kiss as my cock gets hard all over again. Slower this time, calm rather than desperate. I roll her beneath me, worshipping every inch of her body with hands and mouth. She returns the favor, doing ungodly things that make me groan, teasing until I can't stand it anymore.

When she straddles me, taking control, I let her. Her body moves above mine, bathed in light, the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I grip her hips, controlling her movements. She is going to make me come too fast if I let her go wild riding me like she is. Chasing her own orgasm, grinding her clit against me to make herself come. I cock inside her so deep she shudders each time I pull her down onto it. “Fuck.” She whispers, but it sounds likea strangled scream. Her movements become more frantic as she fights against me to take control— it’s power struggle, a fucking sexy one.

“Let me come,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Beg me.” I hold her down so she can’t move my cock buried to the hilt in her slick, wet pussy. She looks me in the eye, I feel her body react to my words. Her pussy tightens, her nails dig into the skin on my chest.

“I don’t beg.” She says, defiant and so fucking hot. I feel it, the way she is tightening around my cock, and the look in her eyes tells me she knows what she is doing. I’m holding her down, but small movements that I can feel are making my cock ache to just fuck her and let her come. She’s trying to drive me crazy, to make me do it—I am stubborn, I need her to beg. To ask my permission for her pleasure.

“You will beg for me,” I lift her up so only the tip of my cock is inside her, “You’re going to beg me to come on my cock.” Her body quivers but she stays stubborn.

“Make me.” She says with a wicked smile as I pull her down onto my cock so hard she loses her breath for a moment. With it I lose control, and take her challenge to heart. Without any mercy I fuck her, and I don’t stop until she screams.

“Please—” only then, I slide a finger over her sensitive clit, and grind up inside her pushing us both over the edge. She comes in violent screams, as her pussy gushes around my cock, while I empty myself as deep inside her as I can go.

After, she curls against me, her breathing slowing down finally. I hold her close, watching shadows play across her face. Thiswoman who challenged me from day one now lies vulnerable in my arms, trusting me with her body if not with all her secrets.