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I grip her thighs. “Let me explain. Sit.”
A spark ignites in her narrowed eyes. “I’m not a dog, Blackwood. I’m not at your beck and call, and I told you before, I’m not playing house untilmarriage materialcomes back around for you. Now, answer my question.”
I stand between her legs and coil her ponytail in my fist. “I’ve had enough of your smart mouth today.”
“Then answer my question. What did you mean? Did you mean a relationship?—”
I tug her hair until she’s forced to fall back onto her elbows with me leaning over her. Luckily, all I have are papers on this desk, and I don’t mind if these print sheets smell like pussy. It’s much better than despair.
“I meant, when you return to LA and everything is settled down, I’m going to teach you who’s in control here. I should’ve bent you over my knee instead of arguing with you. It would’ve saved me some time.”
Aurora
Ethan releasesmy hair and grips my thighs, and there’s no question where this is leading.
He spreads my legs wider and hauls me toward him. The action slides the hem of my dress up, exposing my black lace thong to his gaze.
He draws his thumb over the gusset. “You’re already wet, baby.”
Wasting no time, he roughly stretches the material to the side. His expression turns intense, and his eyes darken. “Is this for me, or did you let him fuck you again?”
I don’t argue or hesitate, but I do sass him. Call me petty. “Someone had to make me feel better.”
“Is that so?” He hastily undoes his belt and pants.
My desire amplifies at the clink of his buckle, as if some Pavlovian response. He falls over me, his weight on his forearm, and aligns himself at my entrance. “Wrap your legs around me.”
I do, because this is Ethan, and although we’re in his office, I might not walk out of here straight.
Then comes a gravelly, “I’m going to fuck the attitude right out of you,” my only warning before he punches his hips and fills me to the brim.
A high-pitched moan slips past my lips, and he swiftly covers my mouth with his palm.
“Tell him thanks for the lube,” he whispers next to my ear and slams into me.
I whimper beneath his hand and rock my hips, meeting his thrusts.
He does as he promised, fucking me hard and deep, his dirty words driving me to oblivion.“Who do you belong to, Aurora?” He moves his hand from my mouth to clasp my throat.
“You,” I pant.
He continues his merciless pace. “Whose baby are you having?”
“Yours,” I automatically respond.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours.”
“Who’s in charge here?”
“You.”
He pounds into me, his desk scraping against the floor. “Repeat that.”
“You.” My heart beats a frantic rhythm between arousal and the fear of being caught. “You’re in charge.”
His grip on my throat tightens. “You’re mine. You will always be mine. Don’t ever come to me trying to end things, understand?”