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We’re now sealed inside the gleaming glass boardroom, the silence pulsing with something thick and volatile. The war outside is over, but in here with Lyra, another battle rages, one neither of us has any intention of winning.

She stands before me, radiating power, beauty, and raw, lethal grace.

The glow from the city lights bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden ribbons over her curves.

Her tailored suit fits her like armor, precise and sharp, and yet beneath it, I know soft heat simmers, barely contained.

Her eyes lock on mine, lit with the same wicked fire that always threatens to undo me.

“Sit,” she orders, her voice low and lethal.

I should challenge her. I want to, but that gleam in her eyes makes my pulse slam hard against my ribs. The corner of my mouth lifts in a smirk she alone can summon, but I obey, lowering myself onto the heavy leather chair at the head of the long boardroom table, the throne she is about to claim.

She stalks forward with intended grace, her heels clicking on the polished marble like a countdown.

With each step, the scent of her warm, expensive perfume laced with the sweeter musk of her skin coils tighter around my senses.

She reaches for the buttons of her jacket and slides it from her shoulders, letting it fall in a whispering heap to the floor.

The thin black material of her camisole clings to her breasts, rising and falling with each measured breath. My mouth dries as I follow every curve, every shadow. Her nipples are already hardened, pressing against the sheer fabric like a silent invitation.

I shift slightly, already hard beneath my slacks. My fingers curl tightly around the armrests, my knuckles whitening as I force myself not to reach for her.

She comes to a stop between my legs, standing tall, her chin tilted ever so slightly like a queen surveying her conquest.

“You’ve been in control long enough,” she whispers, her voice a sinful promise.

A growl brews deep in my chest. “You sure you know what you’re doing, baby?”

Her lips curve into something between a smirk and a dare. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

She swings one long leg over me, straddling my lap, her heat instantly radiating through both our clothes. My breathing hitches sharply as her weight settles against me, pressing down directly over the rigid length beneath my slacks. My pulse pounds like a war drum.

Her hands slide up my chest and curl into my suit lapels, her touch hot and electric. “You want to touch me so bad that it hurts, don’t you?”

“You have no idea,” I rasp, my voice breaking around the edges.

She leans in, her lips brushing my ear, her breath hot. “Good.”

Her hips start to move in a slow, hypnotic grind, and the friction is maddening and perfectly torturous.

I can feel her heat through the thin barrier of silk and wool, her soaked panties clinging to her as she moves.

My cock pulses hard against her, straining and desperate for release, but I grit my teeth, forcing myself to endure the exquisite torment.

“Fuck, Lyra,” I groan, tipping my head back as my eyes flutter shut. “You keep doing that and I’m going to snap.”

“That’s the point,” she whispers slyly, her teeth grazing my jawline.

I open my eyes and meet hers, dark, wild, and ravenous. The sight of her with her cheeks flushed, breath quickened, and pupils blown wide, sends another surge of desire flooding through me.

“Take it off,” I rasp, my voice wrecked.

She smiles wickedly. “No.”

My fingers twitch against the chair, every muscle straining under the surface. The veins in my arms bulge as my control frays. “Lyra…”

“Not yet,” she whispers again, dragging her nails lightly down my chest and leaving tingling trails of heat. “You don’t get to command me today.”

She arches her back, pushing her breasts toward me, her nipples visibly hard beneath the sheer fabric. The cool air in the room teases her exposed skin, making them peak even harder. My mouth waters as I devour her with my eyes, the ache to taste her almost unbearable.

She grinds into me harder now, her pace increasing, the friction hotter, wetter, and more desperate. My entire body vibrates on the edge, my every nerve ending raw and begging.

The polished glass walls reflect us from every angle, showing her riding me like royalty and me barely containing the storm within. My jaw flexes again as I fight the need to pin her down and lose myself entirely.

“You’re playing with fire, baby,” I warn through gritted teeth.

“Then burn,” she growls, her hips slamming down harder.

The chair creaks beneath us, the sound mixing with our ragged breathing and the soft, wet friction of her grinding against my cock.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Silas?” she whispers breathlessly, her voice thick with amusement and lust. “Right here?”

“Yes,” I groan weakly, the word ripped from my chest.

She shifts slightly, her fingers drifting to the buttons of her blouse.

My eyes follow every flick of her fingers like a man hypnotized.

Each button pops open with agonizing slowness, revealing more of her smooth, perfect skin.

Her breasts spill free as the blouse slips from her shoulders and pools behind her.

She sits fully bare before me, her nipples peaked, flushed, and begging for my mouth.

Lyra hovers above me, fully exposed, her skin glowing under the boardroom lights. My chest tightens as I drink in every inch of her—her flushed cheeks, the heavy rise of her bare breasts, and her nipples hard and begging for my mouth. My cock throbs painfully beneath her, leaking and desperate.

She shifts, rising slightly off my lap as her hands move to my belt.

The soft metallic clink of the buckle echoes between us, sounding louder in the anticipatory silence of the room.

My breathing grows heavier with each second, my heart hammering as she undoes my slacks and frees me from the tight fabric.

My cock springs forward, thick, hard, and already glistening with need. The cool air licks over my length, but it’s her eyes that set me on fire, full of power, lust, and wicked satisfaction.

She stands for a moment, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties. My breath catches as she slowly slides them down her thighs, letting them pool at her feet. Her nakedness strikes me like a punch to the gut, a vision so perfect that it nearly breaks me.

My hands grip the armrests again, my knuckles turning white as I fight the urge to grab her, take her, and lose every ounce of control. Because tonight, this is her game.

Lyra backs up a little from me before straddling my lap once more and hovering just above my cock. The heat of her bare core teases my sensitive tip, the wetness of her arousal slick against me.

My muscles quake, and my jaw clenches. I can feel every pulse of blood coursing through me.

“Now,” she whispers, her voice thick and husky, “I’m going to take what’s mine.”

And then she sinks down.

The sensation is instant and brutal, her hot, tight, and wet perfection swallowing me inch by inch. My head snaps back with a guttural moan as my cock disappears inside her, stretching her open and filling her completely.

“Fuck,” I groan, my voice breaking and my chest heaving as I fight to keep from exploding right then and there. Her heat wraps around me like fire, and I’m already trembling under the pressure.

Lyra rolls her hips, slow and devastating, drawing me in deeper with each grind. The sounds of her wetness meeting my length fill the room with obscene slick noises, mixing with our panting breaths and the faint creak of the chair beneath us.

She sets the pace, grinding, riding, and controlling every inch of me.

Her breasts bounce softly with every movement, the flushed peaks begging for my mouth. I can’t hold back any longer.

I release the armrests and slide my hands up her waist, my fingers digging into her soft flesh to guide her as she rides me.

I lean forward, my mouth capturing one hard nipple and sucking it deep into my mouth.

She gasps, her fingers flying into my hair and gripping tightly as my tongue swirls around the sensitive bud.

“God, Silas,” she moans, her voice breathless and shaking.

Her hips slam down harder, faster now, the wet slap of our bodies growing louder and more frantic.

I move to her other breast, my teeth grazing the swollen tip before sucking hard, earning a sharp cry from her lips. She arches against me, her spine curving like a bow as I feast on her.

“You like that?” she pants, her voice quivering with pleasure.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I groan, the words vibrating against her skin, my voice raw with need.

The coil inside me winds impossibly tight as she rides me harder, grinding down with fierce desperation. Every thrust drags me closer to the edge, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around me.

Then, her breath hitches suddenly, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth falling open in a wordless cry as her orgasm crashes through her. Her entire body shudders and clenches, her pussy gripping me in wild, pulsing waves.

“Silas!” she screams, trembling violently as she falls apart in my arms.

The feel of her breaking apart sends me over the edge instantly.

I thrust up into her with a desperate growl, my grip locking onto her hips as I explode inside her. My release floods through me in heavy, hot waves, spilling deep, my cock pulsing as I fill her and empty every last drop while her body milks me with every aftershock of her orgasm.

We stay like that, locked and panting, our bodies quivering against each other. The sweat on our skin mixes, the air thick with sex, power, and raw satisfaction.

Our foreheads press together, both of us still catching our breath, the storm finally spent.

When she finally lifts her head, breathless but Evanderious, her lips brush mine as she whispers, “My turn to protect you now.”

My eyes hold hers, and all I can manage is the truth, whispered back against her lips.

“You already have.”