Chapter 15
Those people that say they could never have a dangerous man in their bed have obviously never had one there. Otherwise they’d keep their traps shut.
— Brecken’s secret thoughts
brECKEN
I didn’t know what to think when I’d seen him standing there with a gun.
Honestly, the most significant feeling was relief that it’d been him I’d walked in on who was threatening to kill someone and not some random man that I didn’t know.
Couldn’t trust to take care of me.
I should’ve found a way to leave.
Should’ve taken a step back and evaluated my life.
Should’ve…
He stalked back into the room, and I glanced behind him to see if anyone was following.
They weren’t.
When I next glanced at him, he was practically on top of me.
I opened my mouth to apologize for once again getting into his business when he caught me.
One second I was standing on my own two feet, my fingers twirling around the hem of my skirt, and the next I was pinned against the wall.
I gasped, my breath leaving my lungs in such a rush that I went lightheaded.
That lightheadedness continued when in one swift push and tug, my skirt was rucked up to my waist, and my panties were torn right off my body.
Now bare, I was staring in shock at the man whose face looked like a thundercloud.
“What the fu…” I started to say, but in one swift move, I was shoved down onto a cock.
I howled out in surprise.
Not in a bad surprise way, but in an “oh my god, that feels fantastic” kind of way.
My fingernails dug into the side of Shasha’s neck, likely breaking skin, but I couldn’t stop myself because the shock of having his thick, long cock inside of me taking up every available inch of space and more was too overwhelming.
“Why?” he gasped when he started to pound inside of me, giving me no time to adjust.
This wasn’t a finesse thing.
This was a primal thing.
There was no love or kindness in the way he was fucking me.
His eyes were angry and hot, showing just how pissed he was at me for walking in on that.
He might or might not think that I’d done it on purpose. He’d probably not believe that I was in here innocently. That it was just a huge coincidence.
I mean, what were the odds?
I could see him thinking I’d followed him here.
But…
His angle changed, and my legs tightened around his hips.
His hands went to my ass, and the fingers of both hands brushed my asshole, rocketing the taboo factor up ten notches.
My head dropped to rest against Shasha’s, and my eyes closed so I no longer saw the anger, lust, and intensity in his gaze.
Our breaths mingled as he continued to fuck the hell out of me.
There was no other word for what we were doing.
“You’re so big, Shasha,” I whispered fervently, my body ratcheting up notch after notch. “Fuck, I feel so full.”
He growled and changed the angle of his hips again, this time moving his hands so that he could all but plaster my knees to the wall, practically filleting me open for his viewing pleasure.
I probably looked obscene, only being held up by his hands under my knees and his cock powering inside of me.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasped. “Shasha, please.”
It was the please that did it.
He slowed.
And I wanted to cry out in denial.
My eyes cracked open, and I watched as he lowered his eyes to where we were joined.
I wished I could see what he was seeing.
The bunch of my sundress skirt was blocking everything from view.
I wanted to be naked so I could witness it, too.
And since I had my hands free, I decided to whip it off over my head, thankful for stretchy material that made that possible.
My breasts popped free, then my head.
Once it was off my body, I dropped it to the floor beside our feet and groaned at the view.
Yes.
It was hot.
His cock was stretching me so wide that my pussy looked angry and swollen.
His cock was two shades darker than my own skin, covered in juices I wasn’t aware that I’d emitted.
He slowed even more when he saw me looking at where we were joined.
It was almost obscene.
With how wet I was, he glided in so easily now that the earlier shove to get him inside seemed impossible.
I reached down and started to play with my clit.
He growled, and I pulled my hand back, knowing that he didn’t want my hand to obstruct his view.
“Sorry.” I bit my lip.
He caught me around the waist again, pinning me to the wall with his hips alone, and worked one strong arm around my hips.
My legs tightened around his, and before I could blink, we were in an office, and my ass was planted on a desk covered in papers.
The moment he had more traction, he shoved me backward until I was lying flat out on the desk, knocking over a cup of pens and a stack of papers when he did.
“Hold on, Kisa ,” he said in the thickest accent I’d ever heard him use.
I held on, my fingers going to the edge of the desk where he had my ass hanging off.
“Good,” he growled, then I realized that the ‘hard’ I’d thought he was fucking me like earlier was nothing like the hard he was using now.
His hips met the backs of my thighs with a slap-slap-slap over and over again. My ass jiggled with each rough thrust, causing my body to quake.
My back bowed, and my nipples pebbled as a new wave of something started to overtake me.
Earlier, I’d thought it felt good.
Now, I realized that this wasn’t good.
This was…life changing.
My orgasm started to build, higher and higher and higher until it was imminent.
Just one little touch of my clit and I’d go flying.
“Please,” I begged. “Please.”
The eyes I hadn’t realized I’d closed, opened, and my gaze froze on his.
Our eyes connected, and the intensity in his eyes shocked me to my core.
“I…”
His hand came down with a harsh slap against my outer thigh, and that was apparently all I needed.
I came.
I flew.
I was so far gone that there was no pulling me back.
My heels planted on the edge of the desk, and only the strong hands around my hips kept me from catapulting myself right off the desk.
A loud, rumbling growl followed my own explosion, but I was too far gone to open my eyes and watch.
My orgasm was intense and long-lasting.
I would never recover from it.
Long minutes later, the aftershocks were still getting after me.
I could, however, open my eyes.
When I did, it was to find those navy-blue ones trained on me.
Seconds passed as he studied my face, and I bit my lip for a few seconds before I said, “I truly only came over here for something to eat.”
His eyebrows came up. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t believe I was here innocently.
I licked my lips and was about to reply when he slowly pulled away.
The wetness of his release followed his retreat, and I felt my belly clench.
I went up onto my elbows and watched the white, creamy liquid pour from my opening.
It was the single most hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
I’d never witnessed it before because I’d never gone bare with anyone.
Not in the three long-term relationships I’d had that we’d progressed far enough for sex to be on the table.
“I’m not on birth control,” I admitted eventually.
I heard his belt clicking as he shoved his cock back into place.
“Why are you here, Kisa ?”
“ Kisa ?” I asked in confusion.