Chapter 15 – Scarlett #2
A part of me needed a reaction from him. I wanted to see what he’d do to prove me wrong, how far he’d go. Deep down, I craved something, something I dared not name, and the only way to get it was to push him.
“I can’t have you?” he asked, his husky voice stirring buried emotions within me.
I swallowed hard when he rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. I watched him walk around his desk and quietly approached me with slow, deliberate strides.
The intoxicating scent of his cologne fanned the fire within me. The closer he drew, the harder it became to catch my breath.
He halted in front of me and whispered in my face, his fresh breath warm against my skin. “In case you haven’t noticed, I already do.”
I glared at him, using my frown to mask this unwanted desire swelling within me. I hated myself for being drawn to a man who saw me as nothing but an object he owned. I shouldn’t be attracted to such a person, yet I couldn’t help it.
The sight of those muscles rippling underneath the fabric of his suit caught my eye and stole my breath. I wondered how great his masculine body looked under those clothes. And little by little, I began to picture him naked.
Fuck, no. I shouldn’t be thinking of this.
Deep down, though, I entertained those illicit thoughts because I was enjoying them and how they made me feel.
Go. Get out of here now before you do something you’ll regret later, a faint voice murmured in my head.
If you leave now, you might not get what you want, said another voice.
As the voices argued in my head, I noticed the glint of longing in Roman’s eyes. It was faint, but I caught it flickering beneath the surface. Did this mean that he found me attractive too?
The silence between us lingered, and with every passing second, my anticipation grew. We didn’t have to be geniuses to see that the atmosphere was charged with something darker. Roman’s gaze fanned the fire I was struggling to put out—and the more I tried to quench it, the more it burned.
“If you don’t have anything important to say to me, then I’ll just take my leave,” I said, turning around, ready to walk away.
My breath caught in my throat when he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to him. A soft gasp escaped my lips as my body collided with his torso.
“Fresh lipstick,” he whispered, his eyes tracing the gentle curve of my mouth.
He noticed.
My heart skipped a beat, unsure how to feel about it—glad my efforts paid off or embarrassed by that smug smirk on his lips.
“I didn’t wear it for you,” the words fell from my mouth, almost defensively.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, his boner teasing my thighs. “Are you sure about that?”
I felt his erection grazing seductively against me, slow and subtle—and just like that, I began losing my composure. “Let go of me, Roman,” I said, my voice low and shaky.
He hesitated, his eyes squinting as if studying me. “I will…if you actually mean it. But you don’t.” He paused for a while, then added, “You’ve said the words, yet your body speaks a different language.”
I swallowed hard, looking up into his face, knowing that at this point, he could see right through me.
“So, tell me, which should I listen to: what you say, or what your body says?” He caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers.
I felt myself unraveling at his touch, my heart swelling with desire as I held his gaze. My chest was rising and falling with slow, uneven breaths. At the back of my mind, an alarm was blaring, warning me against the thoughts creeping into my head.
He didn’t force himself on me, didn’t touch me inappropriately either. In fact, I was the one who pushed inches closer just to feel the print of his cock.
Fuck, it felt good, and every cell within me came alive. A cold shiver ran down my spine, awakening emotions that I’d buried deep down.
“You haven’t pulled away,” Roman whispered, his voice husky and smooth. “Do you know what that tells me?”
I locked my jaw, trying so hard to hide my anxiety and anticipation even though I knew he could see right through me.
He leaned in, his palms caressing my arms over the fabric of my sweater. “You don’t wanna leave because you’re enjoying this.”
My expression darkened, and I summoned the courage to push him back. He straightened with those steel-blue eyes pinned on me.
“You’re crazy,” I cussed, the longing in my voice a stark contrast to the frown on my face.
His lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Then walk away,” he said, teasing me with his words and the look in his eyes.
I stared at him, torn between guilt and passion, confused about what move to make. A part of me wanted to leave—to save myself from regret—but the other part wanted to stay and see this through to the end.
It was clear that Roman himself wanted me as much as I wanted him. He didn’t push or take me by force because he needed my consent. I hadn’t noticed it yet, but his self-control thawed something frozen inside me.
He dared me to leave, and I should do just that—I should walk away with my pride and dignity still intact. However, my body was fighting against this plan. It craved his touch and wanted more. Even my mind was flooded with the possibilities of what he could do to me if we got intimate.
The longer I looked into his eyes, the more I desired him. Deciding whether to leave or stay was by far the most difficult choice I’d had to make in a long while.
I wrestled against my lust in silence, feeling the tremors traveling down my core. As soon as he stepped forward again, my heart stopped. I inhaled his scent, and my high walls came crumbling to the ground, leaving me completely vulnerable.
The air was electric, and my pulse was racing in anticipation of what was about to happen. I knew if I didn’t turn around and leave now, there’d be no going back.
Without a word, he closed the distance between us, his eyes still locked to mine. The desire simmering beneath the surface drew me in like steel to a magnet, and in that moment, I decided to damn the consequences of my actions.
Fuck it.
As though pulled by an invisible force, we both lunged at each other, lips crashing together. His palms cupped my face, and his tongue invaded my mouth as his kiss drew the air from my lungs.
I couldn’t think of anything else right now, other than the fact that I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.
My fingers slipped under his jacket as our kiss deepened, his hands finding my breasts.
Roman fondled my gentle swells over the fabric of my sweater, his cock growing harder beneath his pants.
I took his jacket off, then began undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt. My heart was banging like a fuckin’ drum, my pulse racing with excitement.
He lifted the hem of my sweater, then yanked it off me in a single sweep, revealing my lacy bra. He pulled me closer, grinding his waist against me while he squeezed my curves with his tongue still in my mouth.
Breathless, I struggled with a stubborn button that would not come undone. In a fit of sexual frustration, I ripped his shirt apart, the remaining buttons splattering across the floor.
He whisked me into the air, his palms under my ass, supporting my weight. My short blonde hair cascaded down my face as I wrapped my hands around his neck.
The kiss was fervent and so full of passion—much better than I had imagined. We devoured each other’s lips like two hungry animals on a rampage. He spun me around and then set my ass down on his table, his fingers unhooking my bra with practiced ease.
He tugged it down my arms, exposing my breasts and erect nipples. He tore his lips from mine, slightly pushing his head back, as if to take a good look at my boobs.
A mischievous grin played on the corners of his mouth, hinting that he was pleased with what he saw. My chest rose and fell with slow breaths as I watched him in silence, adrenaline coursing through my blood.
He spread out my legs and positioned himself between my thighs, then reclaimed my lips. His thumbs caressed my hard nipples while I jerked my head upward, basking in the sensation jolting through my body.
I rubbed my palms over his broad torso, skin thick beneath mine. The more my hands roamed his body, the more scars I discovered. Some seemed like knife cuts, others like bullet wounds, a testament to the violent life he lived.
He broke our kiss, allowing an audible moan to escape my mouth. His gentle squeezes against my breasts were both relaxing and arousing, each mold sending tremors down my core.
I dared to slide my hands down his groin, my palm tracing the print of his cock. It was as hard as a rock. Fuck.
He leaned in, kissing the nape of my neck through to my chest until his mouth rested on one of my breasts. I threw my head upward, reveling in the feeling of his cool tongue on my peak.
I unbuttoned his pants, dipped my hand inside, grabbed his cock, and then pulled it out. A cold shiver sprinted down my spine when I realized it was bigger than I imagined. I stroked it, feeling the veins that streaked his length.
Everything was happening so fast, and the office had transformed into a place of violence and desire.
He pulled me closer, unzipped my ripped shorts, and then dipped his hand underneath the fabric. I let out a throaty moan and gripped the table’s edge for support as he fingered my slippery cunt.
“You naughty little devil,” he teased, his voice deep and husky. “You’re wet for me already.”
“Shut up,” I declared, my lips sealing his mouth with a more fervent kiss.
The deeper his finger traveled inside me, the more difficult it became to hold back my moans. While he was busy fingering my pussy, I was stroking his length simultaneously.
Our kiss deepened, and his fingers on my cunt were unrelenting. I arched my back, moaning as I devoured his lips.
He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down my thighs. While he was doing that, I did the same with his pants until they fell off, pooling at his feet. He finally yanked my shorts off, his cock positioned outside my entrance.
Ramon paused, his eyes locked to mine as if signaling that he was about to go in. My throat wobbled, heart racing in anticipation. He teased me slowly, his cap running along my entrance while his precum mixed with my wetness.
My goodness! The feeling was electric.
“Let’s be clear: This doesn’t change anything,” I said, my voice breaking under all that pleasure.
His lips twisted into a faint, mocking grin. “We’ll see about that.”
Roman pushed himself inside me, my wetness greasing his penetration.
“Fuccckkk,” I mouthed, my legs trembling as he stretched me out. “That’s so deep.”
It was so fuckin’ deep inside me that I didn’t realize when I said it out loud. I bit my lower lip, eyes locked to him as he moved in and out of me with practiced strokes—smooth and effortless.
I threw one around his neck and gripped the edge of the table with the other.
Roman quickened his pace, his big, veiny cock destroying my pussy with vigorous thrusts. He drove deeper and deeper inside me, the table’s legs scraping noisily against the floor.
I tried to hold back my moans, but I couldn’t; his cock was too good. I arched my back and leaned closer, seeking a deeper connection as his waist ground against mine.
My moans grew louder and more urgent the faster he plunged into me. Embarrassed by the way my body was responding to him, my hand reflexively flew to cover my mouth.
But even that did little to muffle my cries.
He lifted my legs, placing them over his shoulders for easy access to my cunt. I didn’t know what this style was called, but I loved the way he hit me hard in this position. His groin was slapping loudly against my ass as he rammed into me with relentless strokes.
I cried out in ecstasy, my breasts bouncing up and down in response to his thrusts. Oh, fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes!.
His dick was so good it had my eyes rolling back, unable to contain all that pleasure coursing through me.
“Fuck you, Roman!” I groaned, digging my fingers into his shoulder. “Fuck you.” I moaned, louder and louder.
He slammed into me mercilessly, sending waves of ecstasy spreading across my body.
“Oh, fuck—fuck,” I cried out, my face contorted in pleasure.
He rammed me harder, his hand snapping out to choke my neck. I stuck my tongue out, drowning in a sea of passion. His cock was hitting the right spot, each strike deeper than the last.
My jaw dropped in a silent scream as I closed my eyes, basking in the sensation that stole my voice. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down—instead, he fucked me even harder until his primal growl announced his arrival.
I cried out when he pushed deeper and exploded inside me. My throbbing pussy tightened around his cock, accepting every single drop. Breathless, my eyes fluttered open, and I watched him pull out, his cock dripping with a mixture of my juice and his load.
The silence that followed was louder than my previous moans as guilt began creeping into my heart. His lips curved into a small smirk, his gaze lingering a little longer before he bent over and pulled up his pants.
I sat there on the table, shaking, torn between shame and a weird sense of satisfaction. Too embarrassed to look at him, I lowered my head, my hands covering my breasts as I hopped off the table.
He zipped up his pants and quietly slipped into his jacket while I picked up my shorts and put them back on.
My heartbeat was steady, but the confusion in my mind had just begun. I strapped my bra back on, then shrugged into my sweater, keeping my eyes on the floor. I wasn’t sure what this meant, only that I hadn’t felt so alive in a long time.
I hated myself for admitting it, but I enjoyed every bit of the sex: his touch, his kisses, and his big dick.
Shame washed over me as I walked out of his office in silence, my body still shaking. I didn’t know if this was surrender or something far more dangerous.
However, the truth was that whatever had just happened between us was already out of my control. I had a feeling this was just the first incident—there would be others to come, especially since I enjoyed it.
Deep down, I wanted more. And that was the genesis of my problem.