Chapter 22 - Storm #2
I can’t use pain or fear outright in this office, not with Con watching, but I can coax her darker side.
Her eyes flutter closed at his whispers. That won’t do. I need her focus on me and what I’m going to do with her, not solely on his words.
I lean down and tease her nipple with my tongue, circling, sucking until it tightens, and then I scrape my teeth over the tender peak.
She gasps and looks at me. Good. I run my hands down her sides, catch her thighs, and open them wider—far enough that she feels the stretch in her hips and the cool air on heated skin.
Then I kiss my way down her body—sweet presses, sharp bites—and when I reach her core, I’m not gentle. I don’t ease her in. I don’t build the tension and pressure slowly.
I’m direct. Intense. My hands pin the backs of her knees as I lash her clit with my tongue.
Con keeps whispering, but I can’t hear him over Phoenix’s muffled whimpers. She tries to squirm away. I don’t let her. Her back arches, and sweat shimmers across her belly; the tremors start in her thighs.
Close—but not enough. I don’t want her to come. I want her to see fucking God.
I slide her up the desk until her head hangs off the edge—and Con finally takes the hint. He stands, frees his cock, and presses it to her lips.
She doesn’t open right away, so I pinch her ass hard enough to draw a cry. Con uses the moment, sliding into her mouth and down her throat, smothering the sound and stealing her air.
I shift, hook her legs over my shoulders. One hand threads with hers—our signal if she needs me—while the other pushes two fingers into her slick heat and curls to grind against her G-spot. My mouth finds her clit again.
Before I get to work, though, we need to check in. “Angel. Let go of my hand as the signal to stop.”
Her chest heaves, her breasts shaking with every strangled sound that rises from her lungs. Her fingers crush mine, but she doesn’t let go.
“Fuck,” Con mutters, strained. “I don’t know how long I can last. Her throat is so tight—she’s swallowing around me.”
She releases my hand.
“Back off. Now,” I bark.
Con pulls out, stumbling back into his chair. Phoenix coughs. I haul her upright, palm braced to steady her while she drags in air.
“Sorry,” she rasps. “I was starting to black out.”
“Bad girl.” I fist her hair and crush my mouth to hers, make her taste the tang of her pleasure on my tongue. “You signal before it gets that close.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Con is still in his chair, lazily stroking himself, watching us.
I turn her toward him and bend her back over the desk. “What’s your safe word, Angel?”
“Titans.”
Her voice is thready, only half-here. I clamp my lips together.
“Good girl. Do you need to use it?”
“No.”
The first slap lands loud, a perfect red handprint blooming on her ass. She jumps, a cry tearing free. I spank her again. And again. This isn’t Atticus’s game of numbers—this is a consequence for not signaling sooner.
At ten, I stop.
“Angel?”
“Green,” she whispers.
That’s all I need. I press into her, thick and slow. She’s soaked and impossibly tight. With one hand wrapped in her hair and the other palming her belly, I drag her upright until her spine fits my chest. I whisper while she takes my cock and watches Con.
“Do you see what you do to him, Angel? He’s the most disciplined of us. The man bleeds spreadsheets. And here he is, giving you minutes he’d sell for millions.”
She gasps as I push deeper. My other hand pinches her nipple and my thumb grinds tight circles over her clit, dragging pleasure high enough it edges toward pain.
“Watch him,” I murmur, voice low for her alone. “See how you’ve ruined him? He’ll give up everything for you. You’ve infected his mind and turned his loyalty from his empire…to you.”
She knows we don’t blame her.
She knows we love it.
But this isn’t about facts that she refuses to face. It’s about the truth she tries to outrun. It’s about feeding the monster inside her.
Con won’t understand. She does.
“I had a pretty little thing in my office,” I breathe.
“If I’d asked, she would’ve gotten on her knees and sucked my cock to save her job.
I had no interest in that, though…because she isn’t you.
Now she’s suspended, and you’re here being fucked like you were made for it.
How many lives is this perfect pussy going to wreck, Angel? ”
Her walls clench around me; her cries come faster; her eyes never leave Con. She’s right there—just a nudge.
I become the voice in her head.
“Look at him. Stroking himself like a horny teenager watching porn. That man has had billionaire heiresses, socialites, supermodels—two princesses on their knees worshiping his cock together. And he’s been reduced to this.
For what? For you. Your pussy is so magical that you can take him from royalty? ”
She screams. Her cunt tightens viciously and her back bows. Her orgasm breaks over her skin hard—slick dripping down my cock. She’s nothing but liquid, viscous mess, and it’s glorious.
I grit my teeth and don’t follow her over. Not yet. Her torment isn’t over.
Con’s jaw is slack, fist tight on his cock, as I slide out of Phoenix and turn her around on the desk. “You’d better beg him to give you what you need, Angel.”
She’s still panting. She lowers her chest to the wood and lifts her ass, offering herself to Con.
“Please,” she begs, sweet as sin. “Please, I’m so close. I need it—I need you inside me. Conrad, please. It hurts.”
He doesn’t hesitate. In a breath he’s behind her, positioning her exactly how he wants, driving into her.
I lean to her ear. “Want to know a secret, Angel?”
She nods.
“I know what keeps you up at night…what keeps you from sleeping.”
Her eyes widen, then narrow and tighten at the corners. Her head shakes a little, as if to refute the statement. I pinch her chin between my fingers, holding her gaze with mine as Con withdraws and then slams back inside of her.
She moans so loudly that I’m sure she’s going to have trouble talking tomorrow.
“Take it, angel. Every bit of him, every bit of me…Mav and Atticus—you’re worth it all. No one takes care of us the way you do, and nothing’s gonna stop us from keeping you.”
A tear tracks down her cheek.
“Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
She nods, her eyes locked on me even as Con’s next thrust slides her several inches across the desk.
I smile darkly and slide two fingers to her lips. “Now open that pretty mouth and clean the mess you made.”
Her mouth is perfect. Even as Con pounds her through another shattering orgasm, she sucks me clean, milking every drop.
Afterward, the three of us catch our breath on the leather sofa, Phoenix nestled boneless and sleepy between us. She’s wrecked, and for once I feel a rare, quiet kind of peace settle deep in my bones.
And then Con’s cell rings.
I glare. He’s already answering, voice low so he doesn’t wake her. As he listens, the color drains from his face.
I know before he turns to me that our moment of peace is over.