Taste of sin (2)

Emma

“What did you just say?” he asked, blinking as if he hadn’t heard me correctly.

“You don’t have to pretend you didn’t hear me, Ryan,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes. “I know you did.”

“I can’t believe you,” he muttered, shutting his eyes briefly. “How can you demand something like this?”

“You told me to ask for anything,” I reminded him, my gaze dropping to his mouth before snapping back to his eyes. “You said you’d do anything to keep me from walking out of that door with my resignation. You promised. And this… this is the only price I’m interested in.”

I turned on my heel, my heart in my throat. “If you can’t pay it, then accept the letter on your desk. I’m done.”

I didn’t make it two steps. His hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist like a shackle of heat.

“What is it?” I asked, staring down at the white-knuckle grip he had on me.

“I’ll do it,” he rasped.

“You’ll do what, Ryan? Say it.”

“I accept,” he breathed, pulling me back toward him until I could feel the radiation of his body. “I’ll sleep with you. Right here. Right now.”

A flush of pure heat scorched my skin. I had expected a lecture, a rejection, a cold dismissal. I hadn’t expected the sudden, dark hunger behind his glasses. But if he was this desperate to own my time, my talent, and my presence… then I was going to make sure he owned every inch of me.

“But don’t think for a second this ends on your terms,” he growled, his hand sliding from my wrist to the small of my back, crushing me against his chest.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’ll be the one to decide when to end this.” Ryan’s eyes had gone completely black, the pupils blown wide with a sudden, dangerous lust. The ‘Shy CEO’ was dead. In his place was a man who looked like he wanted to ruin me. “And Emma? It won’t end after just one fuck.”

Before I could breathe, his mouth crashed onto mine.

The kiss wasn’t just a casual gesture; it felt more like an invasion. His breath carried a hint of mint and unspoken desire, his tongue pushing past my lips with a hunger that consumed me.

I couldn’t help but moan, the sound muffled by his fervent embrace as I gripped his hair, drawing him nearer.

“Mm,” I whimpered into the kiss.

“You taste like temptation,” he murmured against my mouth. “And I’ve been losing this battle since the day you walked in.”

His hands began a restless, frantic path over my body, tracing the curve of my hips and the line of my thighs.

“The door…” I gasped, my head spinning. “Ryan, the door is…”

“Unlocked,” he said darkly. “You suddenly care about the rules? Where’s the girl who just demanded my body just now? Where did she go?”

“Anyone… anyone could walk in,” I moaned as his hand found the swell of my breast, squeezing firmly through the silk of my blouse.

“That makes it exciting.”

A sharp, jagged breath left me as his fingers dove beneath my skirt, sliding past the lace of my panties into the heat. I was already slick, a mess of wanting that made a soft, wet sound as he moved.

“Look at you,” he hissed, his thumb grazing my clit. “So wet. So ready to be taken in your place of work.”

He didn’t wait. He spun me around, slamming my back against the cold mahogany of the wall. He dropped to his knees, his expensive suit fabric brushing the floor as he ripped aside my lace.

My body trembled when he leaned in, inhaling the scent of my arousal as if it were oxygen. “Heavenly,” he purred.

I felt the first lick of his tongue—hot, deliberate, and slow.

“Ryan,” I whispered, my head thudding back against the wall. “Stop… stop teasing me.”

“I want to hear you beg for it, Emma. I want to devour you until you forget your own name.”

“Please,” I sobbed, my fingers gripping his shoulders as the first waves of pleasure started to coil.

I cried out as he drove his tongue deep inside me, his mouth suctioning against my center. The sensation was a shock of pure electricity.

I gripped his hair, my hips bucking instinctively against his face as he increased the pace.

“Ryan… I’m—I’m close.”

He didn’t slow down. He drove harder, hitting that hidden nerve that made my entire world go white.

I reached my peak with an uncontrollable scream I couldn’t muffle, my muscles tightening around his tongue as he gazed up at me.

I could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he swallowed every last bit, a look of pure triumph on his face.

“You taste like temptation wrapped in sin,” he breathed, his expression hardening.

He grabbed my hand and swept the documents off his desk.

“Lean over. Raise your hips,” he breathed, rough and hungry, like a predator tasting forbidden prey. “I want to see every inch… what I’ve bought… what I’ll never let anyone else have.”

I obeyed, my heart thudding against the wood of the desk. I heard the rasp of his zipper, the heavy thud of his belt hitting the floor.

“Ryan,” I whimpered as I felt the blunt, heavy heat of him press against me.

I gasped as he pushed inside me.

“Relax for me, Emma. I’m barely halfway in.”

He stretched me until I felt like I was being filled with molten lead. He was massive, a complete contrast to anything I had ever known.

He grabbed a handful of my hair, tilting my head back as he began to move—long, punishing thrusts that made the desk groan against the floor.

The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in the silent office. He wasn’t the “Cool CEO” anymore. He was an animal, driven by a decade of repressed desire.

I blurred. The rhythmic thud-thud-thud of him slamming into me became the only reality.

Suddenly, he gripped my waist and hauled me up, spinning me around so I was facing him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my back pressed against the wall as he drove back into me with a force that knocked the air from my chest.

Our lips crashed together again, a desperate, hungry battle for air as he hit that deep spot inside me, over and over, until the room began to spin.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice vibrating against my collarbone.

I forced my heavy eyelids open.

“You wanted this, Emma,” he rasped, driving himself even deeper. “You wanted to know what was under the suit. Now you know. There’s no going back to professional boundaries after this.”

“I don’t… want to go back,” I sobbed, my head thumping against the wall with every heavy thrust.

He let out a low, guttural growl and captured my mouth again. The kiss was messy—tongues clashing and teeth grazing.

I felt a coil tightening in my lower stomach, an unbearable tension that screamed for release. My legs locked tighter around his waist.

“Ryan… yes. Right there. I’m cumming.”

“Let’s cum together,” he whispered, as he delivered three devastating, powerful-shaking thrusts.

The world shattered.

I screamed into his shoulder, my teeth sinking into the expensive wool of his blazer as my body convulsed around him.

I felt him stiffen, his breath hitching in a strangled groan as he followed me over the edge, pouring himself into me with a force that made his entire frame shudder.

He didn’t pull away. He stayed buried inside me, his forehead resting against mine, both of us gasping for air in the wreckage of his office.

He slowly lowered me to the ground, my legs feeling heavy like lead. They almost buckled, but he caught my waist just in time.

He stepped back, his chest still heaving, and began to adjust his clothes. He reached for his glasses on the desk, sliding them back onto the bridge of his nose.

The “Boss” was back, but the look he gave me over the rims of the lenses was anything but professional.

“Go to the restroom and fix your hair, Emma,” he said. He leaned over, picking up a single sheet of paper from the floor—my resignation letter.

He didn’t hand it back. Instead, he slowly ripped it into tiny pieces and let them flutter into the trash can.

“I’ll see you in the conference room in ten minutes,” he murmured, low and rough, his eyes roaming hungrily over my lips. “Leave your panties in my desk drawer. I want to know that every inch of you is mine… even while you sit across from everyone else, pretending to be innocent.”

My breath hitched. “Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a new kind of thrill.