Chapter 15
Something inside of me snapped seeing Detective Doyle’s hands on her.
The fact that he had more of a right to touch her than I did, didn’t help.
I was her boss.
I had a fiancée, at least as far as New York society was now concerned.
Even if I wasn’t her boss, we worked together in the same office.
There was every reason why I should keep my hands off her.
And there was only one reason why I had no intention of doing so…
She was mine.
Fuck it. Fuck all of it.
Yes, mine.
For the first time in my life, I was delirious with almost villainous glee that I was a man with a personal fortune that numbered into the billions at my disposal.
I had power and wealth.
As far as society was concerned, regardless of the scandal of my birth, I was untouchable.
Which meant if I wanted Edwina Carmichael for my own, I was going to take her.
And any man who got in my way would risk my wrath.
She turned and grasped the doorknob to my closed office door which she had failed to lock. She was only able to open it a few inches before my flattened palm against the door slammed it shut.
Pressing my body against her back, I demanded, “Turn around.”
She shook her head. “No. Let me out.”
“No.”
She rattled the doorknob. “This isn’t funny. Let me out.”
My hand spanned her waist. “I’m not laughing. I gave you an order.”
Instead of obeying, she ducked under my arm and stumbled to the other side of the office. I locked the door before pivoting to face her.
Her arms crossed over her middle. “This has gone way too far. Clearly your lunch with your mother and your fiancée has stressed you out, because you are crossing the line.”
I rolled up my sleeve. “Don’t talk about my mother or that other woman. This is about us.”
She blinked, her mouth falling open. Stretching out her arm to gesture toward the door, she said, “I can’t talk about that monster you call a mother or the horrible woman you are marrying but you can comment on me”—she pointed at her own chest— “innocently talking to a man on my lunch break?”
I rolled up my other sleeve. “There was nothing innocent about your conversation. He wanted to fuck you.”
She flinched at my harsh words, before firing back, “And how is that any different from you?”
Secretly I loved how she gave as good as she got. There was a fire inside of her. The kind of fire that only came from fighting for every crumb life had given you. She may be intimidated by my position as DA and the power I held over her future career, but she wouldn’t be cowed by me.
My cock hardened even further, thinking what all that fire would feel like harnessed beneath me in bed.
The corner of my mouth lifted in a mirthless smile as I stalked toward her. “Oh, there’s a difference. He wanted to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you. Right here and now.”
Eddie shoved a chair in my path as she scurried behind my desk. “You’re out of your mind.”
With a kick, I sent the chair crashing against the filing cabinets. “Close. I’m actually out of patience. Bend over my desk.”
Her head lowered to scan the massive expanse of my antique, mahogany executive desk. “You can’t be serious.”
“Disobey me and see what happens.”
Her eyes widened. “This is illegal. It’s harassment.”
I grinned as I reached for my belt buckle. “You’re free to file an HR complaint—afterward. Now I want to see you lift that skirt and bare your ass.”
I circled around the desk.
She skittered backward, circling around the desk, trying to keep me at arm’s length. “I’ll scream.”
I lunged, snatching her around the waist.
Her body crashed against mine. I pushed my fingers into her golden hair and wrenched her head back. “That door is reinforced steel for security purposes. This is a hundred-year-old building with solid, foot-thick walls.”
My lips hovered over hers. “So go ahead and scream, babygirl.”
The moment she gasped, I claimed her mouth again.
Pushing my tongue deep inside, she tasted like sweet peppers and hot sauce. I twisted my fist in her hair and wrapped my other arm more securely around her waist, pulling her hips against my hard cock.
My tongue fought with hers as I bruised her lips with the violence of my kiss.
We were both breathless when I broke free.
Before she had a chance to regroup, I lifted her by the waist and seated her on the edge of my desk. Forcing her legs open, I stepped between them as I shoved her skirt up.
She tried to push the hem back down. “Stop! What are you doing?”
Brushing her hands away, I reached under her hem and tore at her panties.
She cried out. “Oh my God! Stop! Wait!”
I wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her close. “I’m going to find out if your pussy tastes as sweet as your lips.”
After giving her a quick, hard kiss, I pushed her onto her back.
She tried to rise, but I kept her in place with a palm to the center of her chest. “Be a good girl and lie still before you anger me further.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Please, you can’t do this.” She sniffed. “We can’t do this. It’s inappropriate and wrong.”
I kneeled in front of the desk as I wrapped my arms around her thighs. “I’m the law here. I decide what is and isn’t wrong.”
Fuck me. Her sweet pussy had a light dusting of short, blonde curls.
My baby was a natural blonde.
That might not seem like a big deal but in my world, where I was constantly surrounded by vain, artificial women whose breasts were filled with silicone and lips with filler, this was an unbelievable turn on.
Rubbing my stubbled cheek against her inner thigh, I parted her pussy lips with my fingers. Leaning forward, I swept my tongue over her.
Staring up over her flat stomach, I winked at her. “Just as sweet… and wet.”
She fisted the hem of her skirt and tried to push it between my chin and her naked pussy.
I wrapped my hand around her wrist and held her still as I flicked my tongue over her clit.
Her gasp was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard in my life.
Keeping my grip on her wrist, I pushed her hand between her legs. “Hold your pussy lips open for me.”
“I can’t. No. We?—”
I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to make my point.
Her hips bucked as she cried out.
“Do as you’re told.”
Her hand trembled in my grasp as she used her fingers to hold herself open for me.
I then feasted.
Licking. Sucking. Laving.
I teased her sensitive nub; she stopped struggling and her protests turned into soft moans.
Her body trembled as her orgasm swept over her. “Oh God! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
I sucked on her clit harder, skimming her flesh with the edges of my teeth, savoring every tremble and moan.
Before she had a chance to recover, I flipped her onto her stomach with her legs dangling over the edge of the desktop.
Bunching her skirt at her lower back, I ran my palm over the soft curves of her ass. “Now it’s time for your punishment.”
She pushed up on her hands and turned to stare at me over her shoulder. “What? Punishment?”
I lifted my arm high and swept my open palm down onto her ass.
My other hand covered her mouth at the moment she was about to scream. Keeping it there, I spanked her again and again. Watching her flesh tense and jiggle before and after each strike.
She danced up onto her toes, her fingers curling into fists.
Her tears wet my hand as I continued to cover her mouth.
I spanked her several more times, refusing to relent until her flesh glowed a bright, cherry red.
Her body going limp against my desk, her shoulders vibrated with her silent sobs.
Releasing her mouth, I leaned over and brushed her hair back over her shoulder, exposing her flushed, tear-wet cheek. I rasped against her ear, “Next time, I’ll use my belt.”
She sniffed. “Why are you doing this to me?”
It was a legitimate question.
One I had no answer for, at least not one she would accept.
Still, she deserved one.
I stepped behind her and lowered my zipper. Reaching inside my trousers, I pulled my aching cock free. Grasping the thick length, I ran my hand up and down the shaft several times before I positioned myself behind her.
Wrapping one hand around her hip to keep her anchored in place, I bent at the knees and placed the tip of my cock at her tight entrance.
Eddie’s back bowed as she shot her torso up.
Before she could object, I commanded, “Brace yourself, sweetheart. This is going to hurt.”
I then thrust straight to the hilt, showing her no mercy. There was a primal satisfaction in feeling her body stretch and strain around my cock as it struggled to accept me.
“You’re too big! Take it out!”
“Your body will learn to adjust to my cock.”
“No! It won’t! I don’t care if you ruin my career. You’re never touching me again.”
I pulled back and thrust again.
Slowly her inner muscles relaxed as I pressed in deep.
I ran my hand over her back to fist her hair. Forcing her to arch her back further, I reached inside of her blouse and cupped her breast with my free hand, pinching her nipple through the silk of her bra. “I’m warning you right now. There is no fucking way you’re keeping this sweet pussy from me, babygirl.”
With her body bowed in my grasp, I thrust harder and faster. Pounding into her small, tight body like my own salvation depended on it.
I knew making a woman orgasm from just fucking was often difficult but I was determined to wrench a second climax from her.
And yes, with my cock.
My ego was that unapologetically inflated.
She slammed the top of the desk with the flat of her palm as her body clutched around me. “Oh! No! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
I leaned over her shoulder and bit her earlobe. “Come for baby. Now. That’s an order from your boss.”
Her body jerked as she trembled and moaned.
Mission accomplished.
With her reluctantly sated, I tightened my grip on her hair and unleashed on her body.
I fucked her so fiercely, my heavy desk shifted under us across the carpet.
I couldn’t get enough of the feel of her punished skin against my lower abdomen. Of her tight muscles clenching my cock. Of her deep-throated moans. Of how her whole body trembled when she came.
I spanked her ass several times as my balls tightened. “Fuck, baby. You’re being such a good girl for me. So goddamn tight around my cock.”
My shaft swelled then I came, pouring my come into her pussy.
She fell forward onto my desktop with me following, covering her back.
After several breathless moments, I slowly pulled free from her heat.
Leaving her, I shoved my cock into my pants and buckled my belt, then crossed to the bathroom and prepared a warm washcloth.
She hadn’t moved by the time I returned.
Settling my hand between her legs, I let the warmth of the cloth soothe her bruised cunt.
After a few moments, she pushed my hand away and rose.
Her cheeks were flushed. Her hair a wild mess of hand-ruffled curls. Her blouse was wrinkled and there were black smudges below her eyes where her mascara had smeared.
She was easily the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on.
Eddie pushed down her skirt and smoothed her blouse. She then ran a hand over her cheeks as her fingertips skimmed below her lash line to wipe away the makeup smudges.
Without saying a word, she crossed to the office door and unlocked it.
With her hand on the doorknob, she turned to face me. Thrusting out her chin, she said, “I quit.”