Indebted - Piper Stone Page 0,19

the quivering shifting all the way down my legs. I was only vaguely aware when he removed my jeans and panties, tugging them over my boots. When he opened my legs wider, leaving me fully exposed, the change in his guttural sounds was both thrilling and terrifying.

He was nothing more than a beast, his hunger stripping away his humanity. He stroked me as if he cared, taking his time to explore every inch of my pussy while in my mind, I was fearful I’d beg for more. I was so wet, the scent wafting all around me.

As he pumped a single finger inside, I pressed my face against the desk, trying desperately to hate what he was doing to me. But I couldn’t. This bizarre deal we’d made was exciting, dragging out a level of darkness I would never have expected.

Every sensation shifting through my body only heightened my longing, fueling the kind of desire reserved for lovers.

Only we’d never be in a relationship. We would never share picnics or go to the movies. We’d never savor a bottle of wine in front of a roaring fire. We’d only pretend. He’d take what he needed then leave me alone. I already sensed that about him.

About the monster.

I closed my eyes, a whimper slipping past my mouth, betraying me all over again. The treachery of what was occurring, pleasure as well as pain, I was incapable of understanding.

He slid a second finger inside, then a third, thrusting as he twisted his hand, stretching my muscles as well as my mind.

I was torn between giving in and shutting down, refusing to enjoy, but as he curled his fingers, forcing my muscles to accept the unwanted invasion, I allowed my body to take over.

Bad girl. Don’t. Don’t...

But there was no escaping him or his command, even in silence.

As my muscles clenched around his fingers, drawing him in even deeper, I pushed up from the desk, arching my back. He plunged harder, the force shoving me against the edge of the desk. Everything was a blur, a rush of adrenaline mixing with the sting remaining on my bottom.

He was going to fuck me. I knew it. God, I wanted it.

I was sick. Disgusting.

His actions became more intense as he growled, his fingers spreading open wide as he pumped in a crazed manner.

A series of lights flashed in front of my eyes and all I could do was pant, a wildfire spreading all throughout my body.

He leaned over, fisting my hair and tugging, his hot breath washing down across my cheek. “That’s it.”

The thrusts awakened every part of me, tossing gasoline onto the fire. “Oh. Oh...” I could no longer hold back my whimpers, the tingling sensations becoming explosive. Everything felt so amazing, allowing me to feel something euphoric for the first time. I bucked against his hand, the moans slipping up from my throat strangled.

“You will come for me, Alessandra,” he commanded.

The moment I realized this was nothing more than a lesson in his domination, I did everything I could to shut down, fighting the urges and the sweeping electricity.

But it was no use.

The hard smack against my bottom was only a reminder. Obedience at all times, no matter what he asked.

I closed my eyes, pretending I would wake up from this in my own bed, eager to face a new day.

The climax was unsettling yet incredible, the warm rush of heat and euphoria unlike anything I’d ever felt.

“No... I...” I stiffened once again, the single burst of pleasure becoming an amazing wave, yet I knew it was one prepared to drown me, yanking me into the abyss.

And I wasn’t certain I would care.

I was shaken to my very core, my entire body off balance.

He rubbed his fingers across my thigh, ridding himself of my cum. Jesus.

Echoes of his voice were all I could hear, this time, a cold wave sweeping down the length of me.

“Get dressed,” he huffed, already walking away from me.

My entire mind was blank, my body shaking as I pushed up from the desk.

“Mr. Masters. You have a phone call.”

The sound of Jefferson’s voice was different than before, guarded. Maybe incensed. Embarrassment tumbled into every crevice and down the length of my arms and legs as I fought to finish my task. How long had he been standing there? Watching.

Enjoying?

“Understood. However, do not interrupt me again,” Gabriel stated. While there was no inflection of anger in his tone, there was an ominous chill that wafted across the entire room.

“Yes. Sir.”