Page 82 of No Sweeter Poison

“No, but you should stop testing my restraint.”

My lips move against his the next time I speak. “And what if I don’t?”

Our mouths crash together, the kiss hungry and vicious, as I tear through the buttons on his waistcoat and button down. With one wide sweep of the hand, he clears the desk behind me and I follow as he guides me on top. He steps between my legs and spreads them further, pushing aside the layers of heavy satin until he finds the edge of my underwear. He pushes them aside and a single finger thrusts inside me.

My breath catches.

He pushes in and out, eyes never leaving my face, until he finds a rhythm that works. Freehand fisted in my hair, he watches intently, savoring every last sigh and moan that leaves my lips. Alejandro slides in a second finger, and then a third, pumping in and out at a pace that has my entire body seizing in seconds.

“Alex,” my nails dig into his shoulders as I bring him closer. “Alex, please.”

“Go ahead, baby. Ask me nicely.” He licks my bottom lip. “I’ll let you come if you do.”

“This is…this is so wrong…it’s so—”

What’s wrong with me that I want him so badly I’d give up my soul to have him?

He’s evil. A criminal, a murderer, a kidnapper. And yet, I call out his name, over and over again, like the beginning and end of a prayer.

Alejandro pulls away before my climax reaches its crescendo.

He grips my hips and flips me over so that I’m flat on the desk, ass in the air, the length of his hard erection pushed up against me from behind. Fabric rips and tears and the slit on the side of the dress now goes all the way up to my lower abdomen, allowing the skirt to be fully pushed to one side. Alejandro takes my hands and brings them around to the front of the desk.

“Hold onto the edge,” he tells me.

I do as he asks. My heart races to the point of pain. “Alejandro—”

Before I can say anything, his hand comes down on my right ass cheek with a sting that makes my toes curl in my heels and a squeal leaves my lips.

“Alex!”

He grips my hips and yanks me forward, aligning himself with my entrance. “Don’t ever break a promise you make to me again.”

He rams into me so hard my feet leave the floor as I scream.

Alejandro keeps one hand on my hip and the other wraps around my hair. He pulls hard enough that my head falls back, the movement granting him access to my neck as he fucks me from behind like some kind of wild animal. The desk groans in protest, close to tipping over, and he kisses his way up my neck and across my jaw before he reaches my mouth and slips his tongue inside.

Each thrust is equally pleasurable as it is painful, the sting causing tears to gather in my eyes which he licks away. My breasts are hard and aching, rubbing against the smooth wooden desktop, and when I try to lift my hips to meet his, his fingers dig into my flesh and he slaps my left side.

“Don’t move again or you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

I’m not so ashamed that I can’t beg. “Please.”

“Look at you.” His teeth graze the shell of my ear. “That tight little pussy taking every inch of me like I’m yours.”

My heels fall off at some point. The slick, filthy sound of him pounding into me penetrates the silence. I can hardly hear myself think.

“After I’m done fucking you in my office, I’m going to take you to bed where I can take my time. Make you come so hard you’ll never disobey me again.”

My nails dig into the wood until I think they’ve all broken. He thrusts with reckless abandon, filling me so completely I feel it in the pit of my stomach. No matter how many times I try to find my balance, another plunge inside me sends my feet lifting from the ground. He pushes into me, over and over again, hitting places only he can reach and that drive me crazy. An orgasm rips through me and I’m screaming, sobbing into the otherwise silent room, and he slaps my ass so hard I think I come a second time.

He flips me over and before I’ve had a moment to catch my breath, he lifts me into the air, carrying me to my bedroom where he locks the door.

Alejandro drops me onto the bed and takes a moment to undress completely. Then he’s between my legs again, sucking on that sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue running up and down the length of my sex until I’m hot and wet and squirming beneath him. He licks until I’m coming, thighs clenched around his face, but he doesn’t stop. I’m overstimulated, sweating, trembling, and he finally pulls his mouth away to hover over me.

I swing both legs around his waist and pull him close as he pushes inside me, this time slower, and less determined. His thrusts are no less maddening and urgent and I can tell he’s trying to draw this out as long as possible. Even staving off his own orgasm just to prolong the pleasure.

When he reaches that place inside me that sets my blood on fire, I bury my face in his shoulder and cry out. “Oh God…”