Breaking The Rule

Elliot’s POV

My office door clicked shut behind the last executive that walked out but the silence didn’t bring peace. It brought him. His memory.

Scott McAllen.

I stood by the window overlooking Brooklyn’s beautiful view . My cock was still half-hard from the meeting. Three days of telling myself he was just another warm hole. From one night, to the second night and now this. The Ghost never broke the rule. I never repeated dicks. I never let anyone close enough to see the beast underneath the cold CEO mask.

Yet here I was, pulse hammering like a fucking teenager because of one bold, artist who looked at me like he could see straight through my bullshit.

“Fuck,” I growled, dragging a hand through my hair. The tattoos on my chest itched under my shirt, reminding me who I really was when the suits came off. A man who craved cock. Who needed control. Who got off on choking pretty boys while breeding them deep until they cried my name.

And Scott? He didn’t just take it. He challenged me. Made me want to break every rule I’d built after my father’s conditioning turned my sexuality into something shameful and secret.

I shouldn’t. I couldn’t.

But my fingers were already moving across my keyboard, typing the internal memo.

I’d stay late to review your work. Scott McAllen. My office. 9 PM. Bring your full arsenal.

Sent.

My cock twitched at the thought of him walking in here again, still sore from how I’d ruined him two nights ago. I adjusted myself roughly, trying to ignore the ache. This was dangerous. My family was already pushing that fake engagement. One wrong move and the empire I built to escape my father’s shadow could crumble.

Yet at 8:55 PM, when the knock came, I felt more alive than I had in years.

“Come in.”

Scott stepped inside, wearing that same defiant spark in his eyes even in professional clothes. My beast mood stirred.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Travis?” His voice carried that expressive edge. Bold. Not cowering like most employees.

I leaned back in my chair, keeping my face cold. “Your piece shows potential. I want to review it in detail. Personally.”

He closed the door. It sounded too loud. “And you couldn’t do that during work hours?”

I stood slowly, rounding the desk. He didn’t back up. “I don’t explain myself to new hires, Mr. McAllen.”

His cheeks flushed, but he lifted his chin. “Elliot... oh sorry. Sir! What’s that your name again?”

Heat exploded in my veins. He was too bold for my liking. I grabbed his tie and yanked him forward, crashing our mouths together. I kissed him with no mercy, tongue claiming every inch while my hand slid down to grip his ass hard.

“You talk too fucking much,” I growled against his lips. the same words from the party.

“Then make me stop, Sir.”

That word “Sir” snapped something inside me.

I spun him around and bent him over my desk in one smooth move. Papers scattered. His portfolio hit the floor. I yanked his pants and underwear down in one rough pull, exposing that perfect ass I’d bred twice already.

“Still sore?” I asked, running my thumb over his hole. It fluttered under my touch, slightly puffy.

“Yeah,” he breathed, pushing back against my hand like the greedy boy he was. “From your thick cock. Twice.”

I groaned, freeing my own aching dick. Heavy, veined, leaking pre-cum. No condom. No prep beyond spitting on my palm and rubbing it over my cock. I pressed the fat head against his hole and pushed in raw, one long stroke until my hips met his ass.

“Fuck. Elliot!” Scott gasped, hands scrambling for balance on the desk.

I wrapped one hand around his throat from behind and squeezed, pulling him up until his back arched against my chest. “Quiet. Unless you want security hearing how the new hire gets fucked by the CEO.”

I started thrusting, deep, powerful strokes that made the heavy desk creak. Each slam pushed my cock against his prostate. His hole clenched around me like velvet fire, still tight despite how I’d stretched him before. Wet, filthy sounds filled the office as I fucked him harder.

“You feel that?” I snarled, biting his earlobe. “This is what you do to me. I don’t repeat dick. I don’t chase. But here I am, buried balls-deep in your guts again.”

Scott moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Tell me why you pretended earlier ? Why act like you don’t know me?”

I tightened my grip on his throat, cutting off his air just enough to make him dizzy while I pounded him. “Because wanting you is dangerous.” “Because if anyone finds out…” I pushed in slowly this time. “…I’d lose everything.”

I reached around and stroked his leaking cock in time with my hips. He was rock hard, dripping all over my expensive desk. All Mine for tonight.

I pulled out suddenly, spun him around, and lifted him onto the desk. His legs wrapped around my waist instantly. Face to face now, I slammed back inside him, watching every emotion flash across his gorgeous face…pain, pleasure, anger.

“Elliot…” he gasped, hands fisting my shirt. “Don’t pull away again. Not after this.”

I kissed him to shut him up. My hips snapped forward relentlessly. The wet slap of skin, his broken moans, my low growls. I fucked him like a man possessed, breeding him deep.

“Gonna fill you again,” I growled against his neck, sucking a fresh mark. “Gonna pump this hole so full my cum leaks out of you all day tomorrow at your desk.”

“Yes, fuck…breed me, Sir. Please.”

The title undid me. I came hard, burying myself to the hilt and unloading thick, hot ropes deep inside him. Pulse after pulse. Scott cried out, his own cock erupting between us, painting my shirt and his stomach.

We stayed locked together, panting. I pressed my forehead to his, breathing him in. For a moment, the beast in me felt… calm. The aftercare urge hit me hard. I wanted to carry him to the couch, clean him up, and hold him.

I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from his wrecked hole onto my desk. The sight was satisfying .

Scott looked up at me, flushed and beautiful, eyes soft with that stupid hope again. “So… what now? You gonna sneak out again?”

I tucked myself away, fixing my clothes with shaking hands. I came back to myself. “This was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”

His face crumpled for half a second. “Bullshit. You want me. You can’t deny it. You broke your own rule, Elliot. Own it.”

My phone buzzed on the desk. A message from my mother: Dinner with your fiancée tomorrow. Don’t disappoint your father.

Reality crashed back.

I turned away from Scott, voice cold. “Clean yourself up and go home, Mr. McAllen. We have a professional relationship. Nothing more.”

I heard him dressing behind me. The silence hurt more than it should.

But as he reached the door, he paused. “You can keep running. But we both know you’ll be inside me again soon.”

The door clicked shut.

I sank into my chair, staring at the mess on my desk, his cum, mine, the evidence of how badly I’d already fallen.

My hands trembled as I poured a drink. The no-repeat rule was shattered. And worse?

I already wanted him again. Tonight.