CHAPTER 11

HIROTO'S POV

Before I could say another word, he grabbed the back of my neck and slammed his mouth onto mine. He tasted like wine and possessiveness, and I melted into him, my fingers digging into the silk of his robe.

He didn't lead me to the bedroom. He shoved me back against the mahogany desk, the edge of the wood biting into my lower back. He swept the file I’d been looking at onto the floor with one hand, the papers scattering like dead leaves.

"You want to be more?" he hissed, pulling my legs around his waist and hiking up his robe. "Pfft. Don't overestimate yourself.”

He didn't use any prep this time. He was too far gone, too fueled by the argument and the tension. He entered me in one brutal shove that made me see stars. I let out a choked scream, my fingers clawing at his shoulders.

"Neven! Please!"

"Professor," he corrected, his voice a low growl. He started to move, his pace frantic and punishing.

Every thrust was a claim, a reminder that no matter what I wanted to be, I was currently pinned under him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I didn't care about the pain. I simply wanted to hold him close like this and be completely his. I wanted to drown in him until there was no distinction between us. I moaned into his ear, my body shaking with every impact.

"I want... I want you," I sobbed, my release building up. "All of you."

Neven groaned, a deep sound that vibrated through my chest. He grabbed my hips, his fingers leaving bruises on my pale skin, and hammered into me. He was bottoming out, his cock hitting my sweet spot over and over until my vision went white.

"You're driving me insane, Hiroto," he panted, his sweat dripping onto my chest. “Why don't you just take what I give you without complaints? You'd be perfect if you weren't so demanding.”

I groaned and moaned under him, barely able to utter any word in response. I was completely carried away by his thrusts to come up with any comebacks. I wanted to ask him why he was so afraid of loving me if he was this hooked up on me but I also didn't want to ruin the mood. He was already in a bad mood because of me to begin with, not that I was going to stop.

He let go of my wrists and grabbed the collar around my neck, pulling it tight so I had to look at him. He delivered three final, devastating thrusts before he stiffened, a low groan escaping his throat as he filled me. The heat of it was overwhelming, a pulsing sensation that made my insides quiver.

I came right then, my release splattering across my own stomach and his robe, my body collapsing against the desk.

We stayed like that for a long time, the only sound was the ragged gasps of our breathing. Neven didn't move. He kept his forehead pressed against mine, his hand still tangled in my hair.

Finally, he pulled out and straightened his robe. He looked back at the papers on the floor, then back at me. I was a mess—hair ruined, skin flushed, and covered in him.

"Go to the bedroom, Hiroto," he said, his voice returning to that cold, distant tone. "We’ll talk more in the morning."

He didn't say yes. He didn't say he’d give me what I wanted. As I walked out of the room, my legs shaking, I realized that I hadn't won. And if I wanted to win, I was going to have to play a lot dirtier.