Page 85 of Cursed

My answer dissolves into a moan as he establishes a punishing rhythm, each thrust pushing me harder against thedesk. Papers scatter. My laptop teeters dangerously close to the edge.

The duality of our connection overwhelms me—I’m fighting him even as my body welcomes him, arching back to take him deeper.

The desk rattles as Landon drives into me with the force of a wild animal. My fingers claw at the polished surface, searching for purchase. Through the haze of pleasure, I reach out to steady my laptop.

“Worried about your work?” Landon taunts. “I’m the only thing you should be thinking about right now.”

I bite my lip to stifle a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing it. But I can’t hide the way I tighten around him, the way my hips instinctively push back to meet his thrusts.

“Say it,” he demands, his grip on my hair tightening. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“Go to hell,” I manage between ragged breaths.

He chuckles, altering his pace to slow and torturous strokes. “Wrong answer.”

His free hand slides around to find my clit. His touch is expert, knowing exactly how to wind me tighter. A wave of pleasure builds immediately, making my knees weak.

“Try again,” he says. “Who do you belong to?”

I press my forehead against the cool desk, fighting against the mounting pressure. This is our endless battle—his pressure, my pushback, the outcome always the same: surrender.

“You,” I whisper, hating myself for giving in. “I belong to you.”

“Louder,” he growls, rewarding my submission with a deeper thrust.

“You!” I cry out, voice breaking. “I belong to you, Landon!”

White-hot pleasure explodes through me, radiating from where we’re joined and washing over me in relentless waves. My pussy clenches down around him as I come undone, my vision blurring at the edges.

“That’s it,” Landon growls against my ear. “Fucking come on my cock.”

His grip on my hips is bruising as he drives into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt. The hot rush of his release as he fills me is the most satisfying feeling. Landon’s guttural groan reverberates through my body as he empties himself.

For a moment, we remain frozen in place, both of us panting. Then he withdraws slowly, leaving me empty and shaking.

“Turn around,” he commands. “Sit on the edge of the desk.”

I comply, my legs trembling as I face him. His eyes are dark with possession as he spreads my thighs wider.

“Push it out,” he orders. “I want to watch my cum drip out of your pussy.”

Heat flushes my face, but I obey, bearing down slightly. I watch Landon’s face as he stares between my legs, transfixed by the sight of his seed escaping me.

Landon catches the pearly fluid with two fingers, his eyes never leaving mine as he brings them to my lips.

“Open.”

I part my lips, allowing him to push his fingers into my mouth. The taste of our combined essence floods my tongue.

“Swallow it all,” he demands. “Every drop.”

I close my lips around his fingers and swallow, maintaining eye contact as I consume the evidence of our coupling.

He smiles with dark satisfaction. “Good girl.”

I should despise him, despise the life he forces on me. Yet a shameful truth coils inside me—I hunger for his dominance, for the slow dismantling that leaves me stripped down to nothing but sensation and surrender.

No matter how much I protest or fight against it, Landon Blackwood owns every single part of me.