chapter 42

THEA

My body reacts before my brain catches up even though my mind is screaming against it. My blazer hits the floor first. Then my blouse, fumbled buttons, my hands shaking. Ezra just watches, eyes glowing red. He stays even, but his jaw flexes when I unclasp my bra and let it fall.

My nipples tighten in the cool air, but it’s his gaze that hardens them further.

I stand in front of him in just my panties and heels, breathless and aching.

“Take those off too.”

My breath coils in desperation as I shut my eyes and dip my thumb into the waistband of my panties before pushing it down. Then, I'm standing naked with only my heels.

In my boss' office.

My skin burns with every second of exposure and I'm trembling, in anticipation and need.

But Ezra doesn’t move.

He just looks at me, possessiveness hiding behind his eyes.

“Spread your legs,” he commands.

I bite my lips and I do.

He steps forward and picks my panties. He inhales it before shoving into into the back pocket of his pant.

Then, he steps closer, his full-clothed body pressing into me. He trails one cold finger from my throat down to the valley between my breasts before cupping my right breast.

He squeezes softly, a groan slipping past his lips.

“So soft.”

“I–”

He pinches my nipple, my head tilting back as a moan slips past my throat.

“Oh fuck.”

And without warning, he dips his head down and catches a nipple between his teeth, his hand squeezing the other.

I squirm, my hand clutching his hair as he sucks very hard, pain and pleasure blaring through me. His teeth nibble at my nipples before he smoothens his tongue over it, relieving the ache before sucking hard again. He releases my nipples with a pop before moving to the other. All the while, I let out shameless moans, thighs gripping him like a koala, hands holding his head to my chest.

When he's done, he leans back, his eyes fixed intently on my breasts.

“I could suck them all day.”

“In your dreams.” I grit out.

He chuckles, holding my gaze as his fingers trail lower before coming to a dead stop just above the scar of my C.S. He breaks my gaze to look at it.

I flinch, wanting to scramble off.

But shit, is this going to ruin my first sexual encounter after Sebastian?

“I– you should let me go.” I say in a whisper.

His eyes meet mine again before his lips pull up into a grin.

“Ask nicely next time.” He says darkly as his hand meets my neck. He pushes my onto his desk, papers and laptop clattering back as his mouth descends on the scar and he sucks on it.

“I— no. What are you doing, bastard?” I gasp.

He hums something against my flesh but I can't hear. And even with the pleasure, I shut my eyes, not wanting any memories to ruin this for me.

He gives my tummy a last peck and pulls back. Then, his eyes rake over my body which is spread lewdly for his view and when he meets my eyes, he whispers,

“Fuck. You are beautiful.”

And I suddenly wish I'm not sober for this encounter.

I slowly sit up, core aching and chest heaving. He steps closer and his fingers continue on their journey south. Then lower, between my legs. He parts my folds with two fingers, then groans—deep and guttural.

“Dripping,” he murmurs. “So wet and desperate, and you still had the audacity to say no.”

“I didn’t mean it,” I pant.

“I know. But good girls don't lie.”

His fingers plunge into me without warning.

I cry out, head snapping back, hands gripping the edge of the desk as his fingers curl, deep and still in me.

He eases the two fingers out and plunges into into me, finger fucking me—hard and precise.

“Oh—God—Ezra—”

He curls his fingers just right, hitting that spot deep inside that makes my legs jerk.

“Say it,” he growls, thrusting again. “Say my name again.”

My thighs quake. “E-Ezra.”

“Good girl.”

His pace doesn’t ease. If anything, he fucks me harder with just his fingers, palm grinding against my clit. I’m soaking, the obscene sounds of wet heat echoing through his office.

“You’ve been bratting all week,” he says, eyes on my flushed, gasping face. “Flinching from me. Running. But I know I'll find you. Even if I have to go back to the depths of hell.”

“Oh fu—”

He kisses me again, interrupting me while he finger fucks me. He bites my lower lip this time, drawing a gasp from my lungs.

But I still feel empty.

“More.” I moan in his mouth. “More. I need more.”

“You think you deserve my cock?” he breathes against my mouth as he adds another finger, making it three. “Bad girls don't get cock.”

“I—I’ll be good,” I gasp. “Please, I need it—need you—”

“You need to come first,” he says darkly. “Then I’ll decide if you’ve earned it.”

He drops to his knees.

No warning. No mercy.

His tongue replaces his fingers, and I damn near scream.

“Ez—ra—fuck—!”

He pins my hips down as I writhe, his mouth devouring me like he’s starving. His tongue fucks me, licks my clit, circles and sucks until I’m nothing but moans and shaking limbs.

“I’m gonna—oh my God—”

He slides two fingers back inside me just as I fall apart, his mouth sealing over me, drinking every drop of my release.

I don’t even get a chance to recover before he stands, eyes dark with lust, lips slick with me.

His eyes rake over the panting mess I've become, like I'm a masterpiece he'd ruined.

“I said I’d decide, didn’t I?” he says, palming my breast.

I nod, dazed, ruined.

He unbuckles his belt with one hand, the sound sharp and final. “You’ve begged so sweet. Cried so pretty.”

His cock springs free, thick and hard and lined with angry veins and curved and mine.

“Time to reward my good girl.”

He grabs my thighs, drags me to the edge of the desk, and thrusts in all at once.

I scream.