Page 75 of Toxic Attraction
The office is sleek—desk, leather chairs, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the chaos below. The music becomes muffled. Soundproofed.
He locks the door.
"Lev—"
He kisses me. Hard. Hands already pulling at my dress.
"I've been watching you all night." His voice is rough against my lips. "Sitting beside me, looking like that, driving me insane."
He lifts me onto the desk, pushes my dress up. Finds me already wet.
"No underwear again." His eyes darken. "Making it so easy for me to take what I want."
"Lev, someone could—"
"These walls are soundproofed." He unzips his pants, positions himself. "You could scream and no one would hear."
The words hit differently than he means them.
No one would hear.
If he killed me here, right now, I could scream and beg and it wouldn't matter. These walls swallow sound.
I'm completely at his mercy.
The thought makes me wetter.
He feels it—how I clench at the realization. "You like that. Knowing no one can hear you. Knowing you're trapped here with me."
"Yes—"
"Then scream." He thrusts inside, and I cry out. "Let me hear you fall apart where no one can save you."
I do.
Scream his name as he fucks me on his desk. Scream when his hand finds my clit. Scream when the orgasm builds impossibly fast.
The danger of it—being trapped, helpless, completely his—makes it overwhelming.
I come so hard I see white. Body rigid, clenching around him, sobbing his name.
"That's it." He doesn't stop. "Taking me so perfectly. Coming so hard where no one can hear you beg."
The words push me over again—smaller but intense—and I'm shaking, falling apart.
He follows. Buries himself deep with a Russian curse, hand in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me.
Afterward, he helps me down. My legs barely work.
He fixes his clothes while I try to straighten my dress.
"Beautiful like this." He cups my face. "Wrecked and trembling. Mine."
My phone buzzes.
Once. Twice. Three times.
Lev's eyes drop to my purse. "Answer it."
