Page 68 of Scarred Angel

“Jesus,” I breathe.

“You sound like you’re going to break for me even before I fuck you,” he says, fingers back between my thighs, sliding against my clit. “A mess for me already, and I haven’t even given you what you’re begging for.”

“Then give it to me,” I rasp, pushing back into him. “Please, Maksim.”

He goes silent, like he’s deciding just how hard he’s going to ruin me.

Then his grip clamps around my hips.

“Hold on to the desk,” he growls.

I hear the sound of his zipper and feel the blunt tip of his cock at my entrance. But before he pushes inside, his palm finds the small of my back. He bends low, mouth brushing my ear.

“I’ll never be gentle with what’s mine. But I’ll never let anything hurt you—not even me.”

And then he thrusts into me.

I cry out, grasping at the edge of the desk.

There’s no pause, no teasing this time. Just the sound of skin meeting skin and the slap of my thighs against the furniture as he drives into me.

“God—” I gasp, bracing with both hands, my nails dragging across the wood. “Harder.”

He answers with a snap of his hips, and the desk creaks under the pressure.

“Like that?”

“Y-yes…please.”

Every thrust wrenches a moan from my throat, slick sounds filling the office as he fucks me into the rough surface.

One hand wraps around the back of my neck, holding me down, keeping me where he wants me. The other grips my hip, pulling me back onto him harder.

“This pretty cunt is mine, isn’t it, Kolibri?”

My knees shake. I can’t think, can’t speak. I just nod, grinding back against him.

“Say it.”

He slaps my ass once. Then again. And fuck, it feels so damn good.

“It’s yours,” I murmur. “All of me. Maksim—don’t stop.”

“Look at you,” he breathes. “Taking it so good. You love it when I use you like this?”

“Fuck, yes.”

My head falls forward, and the edge of the wood digs into my ribs, but I don’t care.

He pulls out suddenly and flips me before I can blink. My ass hits the desk, legs spread wide, and he’s back at my entrance in seconds. He doesn’t wait, just slams in, deeper than before, and I cry out, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You going to come for me again?” he asks, voice pure filth in my ear.

“I’m close…so close.”

“Good,” he grunts, slamming into me harder, his pelvis grinding against my clit. “Give it to me. I want you to fall apart on my cock.”

And I do.