Page 43 of Corrupted Pleasure

“Want me to stop?” His voice was guttural and his breathing had turned ragged, as if he struggled with holding himself back.

“Give it your all, Mr. Brennan,” I gasped as my heartbeat drummed in my ears.

He growled, actually growled, as he lowered and bit my right asscheek.

“Filthy girl.” This was so damn hot.

Smack.Another slap followed. The tempo varied and each smack alternated sides. And then he’d rub the burning skin and a muscle deep in my belly clenched in pleasure. This had to be what I sensed the first time I saw him.

Some kind of sexual kink that matched my own.

A deep moan slipped from my lips, and I looked over my shoulder to watch him as he punished me for stealing from him. Yet, it didn’t feel like a punishment at all. My hair was a mess, cascading over my face, but it didn’t hide the desire clouding my eyes. I had never seen anything so fucking erotic and sexy.

This powerful man was hungry for me.

Blood rushed in my ears, my entire being focused on the gorgeous man behind me. In the blink of an eye, I felt the heat of his body warm on my back as he leaned over, bringing his mouth right beside the shell of my ear.

“Have you done this before?” His voice was raspy and so goddamn sexy. I shook my head and my long hair shimmered, dragging across the desk. “When was the last time you had sex?”

I blinked my eyes. It was hard to think with the heat of his chest against me, his hot breath in my ear. I wiggled my hips and my ass brushed against something big and hard. A gasp escaped me and heat flared in the pit of my belly.

Oh my God! I saw him in the shower jacking off and he was big. But if the impressive bulge against the zipper of his jeans was anything to go by, he was fucking huge.

My pussy throbbed with the need to feel him inside me.

“Answer me,” he demanded, biting my earlobe.

A whimper left my mouth and through the haze of desire, a shred of reason pushed through. This man wanted me. I could use it to negotiate with him.

“If I tell you,” I breathed, my voice sounding strange to my own ears, “... and let you do whatever you want to me, will you let me keep the money? And the favor from peeping on you in the shower is settled too.”

There. I said it. Okay, the choice of words was stupid.Whatever you want to do to me.But I couldn't retract them now. If there was something I didn’t like, I’d just tell him. And if he pushed, I’d kick him in the balls.

Good plan, I gave myself a pep talk.

His fingers lazily roamed my inner thigh, smearing evidence of my desire over my skin and a shiver ran down my spine. I had never been so turned on in my life. Hot and bothered took on a whole new meaning around this man.

“Maybe,” he answered, bringing his finger to my lips and instinctively my lips parted. He pushed his fingers through my parted lips and I sucked them clean with a moan.

It felt dirty. It felt forbidden. And so goddamn good that I thought I’d combust into flames right here and now.

He hummed his approval as my mouth worked his fingers, mimicking sucking like I had my lips wrapped around his cock. God, the need to taste him was gnawing at me. Overwhelming me.

“I’m very demanding,” he added. “You’ll submit to everything and anything. Only with me.”

Say no, my mind screamed.Don’t be an idiot!

“P-please, yes,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure whether it was for him to fuck me, demand my submission, or let me keep the money so my friends and I could shut Garrett up.

“Answer my first question,” he ordered.

I struggled to remember what he asked. My mind was in chaos. “W-what question?” I breathed.

“Have you done this before?”

“No, I haven’t,” I breathed out. “I haven’t had sex in more than six weeks.”

Fuck, I moved in with Garrett and sex instantly stopped. No wonder I was horny, acting like a damn bitch in heat for him.