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“They have nothing to do with this,” I growl, closing my fingers further and breaking skin with my pointed nails.

Garrick hisses, flying back, pulling out of me, and rubbing a hand to his own neck. His fingers come away bloody.

“I don’t get it.” His ferocity seems to melt away and he shows a moment of genuine curiosity. “You mean it.”

“I do. What I do with them has nothing to do with whatever this is,” I tell him bluntly. “Not that this is anything.”

“Is that so?” His eyes darken and he stalks towards me once more. I squeal as he pounces, flipping me over onto my stomach and forcing himself back between my legs as my feet hit the floor. “Then you won’t mind me using you like a whore and letting you run back to your precious humans.”

He pushes his long cock back inside me from behind, the fullness and the new position instantly returns me to putty in his hands. His rough treatment and hate filled words driving the heat inside me to an inferno.

I’d thought the pace he set punishing before, it’s nothing on the utterly feral way he fucks into me now. Wrapping a fist around my hair, he pulls me back onto him as he thrusts so deep I fear my insides are getting obliterated.

The noises coming from me are so sinful I’d be blushing if my blood wasn’t rushing to my core. My cunt tightens around his hard length as he practically forces the orgasm on my body. I can do nothing but hold on to the wood and prey that I survive.

When I explode, it's visceral, purely demonic and with such force I arch up, pushing back to make sure Garrick stays buried to the hilt in my pussy as I ride wave after wave of pleasure.

“Fuck, every inch of you is fucking stunning, this view is enough to kill a male,” he pants above me, his voice even more gravelly. I wasn’t expecting the praise but it sends aftershocks skittering across my skin and pulls my lips into a smile.

He drops my hair, using both hands to hold onto my hips as he pounds into me a few more times before he finds his own release. Jets of his hot come mix with my arousal and the scent of sex fills the room to a potent level.

I expect him to just pull out after he’s done but he doesn’t move, his cock staying buried inside me even as he starts to deflate. He brushes my hair off my back, gently swiping it over my right shoulder before gently running his hands up and down my spine.

Leaning on my elbows, I let my breathing recover and enjoy the moment of calm after the storm we just experienced. But before long the hard desk underneath me gets uncomfortable and I have to push myself upright.

Garrick growls as our bodies break apart but his arms help me to stand on shaky legs. He still surrounds me and doesn’t give me space as he continues to stroke my naked flesh, wrapping one arm around my middle.

One hand reaches up and caresses the side of one of my horns and I nearly buckle.

“That’s sensitive,” I gasp, pulling my head to the side. It doesn’t stop him touching them again, forcing me to lean back into him as my strength fails. The hard exterior of them may look like I might not feel much when touched but it's the opposite.

“You’re so much more than I expected.” The words are said so softly I wonder whether Garrick even meant to say them out loud.

“You aren’t exactly what I anticipated either. You've always been so professional when we’ve met before.”

“And you haven’t said a single word.” He chuckles. He’s correct of course, all our interactions until this point have been in a work capacity where I’ve been wearing my mask. “But you’re right, I am meant to be professional.”

He pulls away then and I feel the instant chill like walls of ice get erected between us. He starts sorting out our clothes that were haphazardly thrown around the room. He hands me mine, including my shredded top and quietly dresses without once glancing at my body.

His cum is still leaking down my thighs and he’s managed to reset like we’re colleagues. It’s giving me whiplash.

“Garrick…” I start to say.

“Don’t. I overstepped the line. It won’t happen again.” He moves over to his desk, sitting down in the chair and fixing the few items that we’d disturbed in our tryst.

I close my lips and finish pulling on my trainers. Leaving the ruined crop top in one of the empty chairs, I pause for a few more seconds before deciding to take the escape he’s giving me.

This place is messing with my head. I don’t know what I was going to say to him just now but I should be glad that he’s treating this as a one-time thing. So why do I feel numb instead?

Shaking off the rejection, I retreat after making sure there are no officers across the hall. I duck out of his office and make my escape from the Officers’ building. I’m running super late for meeting up with Milo, Wyatt, and our little gang anyway. I don’t have time to dwell on the cataclysmic shift I’ve just experienced.

Chapter 22

Garrick

What the fuck have I done?

I haven’t ever denied that Ninety-Eight is attractive, but I never thought I’d act on it. Especially after I found out who she really is. That web is far too sticky for me to get involved with.