Lenora and Desmond pt3

-Lenora- 

I wheezed as my back slammed against the wall, air knocked out of my lungs. 

I pushed against him trying to escape but he grabbed my arms. That was one thing about Desmond, he could be a bit violent when he was emotional. That meant when he was angry and also when he was giving me backshots. 

I kicked against his hold, but he was firm as he trapped me in his arms. 

Next thing I know, my back is trapped to the wall of the hallway as he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. 

My breasts pounced in front of me and I saw his gaze flicker there for a fraction of a second. 

My cleavage was still peeking out of my tight top. When his boss dismissed both of us, I hastily shoved my breasts into my bra, and now with Desmond tackling me, it was bouncing into his view.

He dragged his gaze to my eyes, his lips inches from mine. His eyes flashed with anger, but I could still see the lust lingering there.  

"You fucked him," he snarled, grabbing my neck and titling my face so his lips were even more closer to mine. "You fucked my boss in his office like some cheap whore."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. 

What was he going to do to me? 

He had me completely trapped to the wall now and there was no way for me to escape. 

Even worse I could feel the heat of his muscular body, the hard planes of his chests and muscles pressing against my aroused titties and thighs. 

I rubbed my thighs together, my pussy flinching with tension. 

A shiver crackled down my spine, despite the anger radiating off him in waves.

"I can explain," I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's not what you think."

Desmond scoffed, his hand tightening around my neck, forcing me to meet his gaze. I was hyper aware of his lips brushing mine and his engorged dick pressing into my v-curve. I whined my waist, rubbing myself gently on him, feeling his swollen cap through the flimsy clothes.  

His eyes dipped to my lips and back to mine. "Oh really? Then enlighten me, Lenora. How do you even know Sinclair?"

I hesitated, knowing I should just tell him the truth. But the words felt stuck in my throat, along with the shame and guilt that had been building inside me for weeks now.

It's not that I wanted to just cheat on him…but circumstances pushes me to his boss's bed.

"He...he approached me at a club," I admitted finally, dropping her gaze to the floor. "I went there to drink, all the bills I've been shouldering pressing down heavily on me. He offered to pay off my student loans if I agreed to a few hookups with him."

When I looked up, I don't know, I expected to see understanding in his eyes. But his eyes were widened in shock before narrowing with suspicion. "And you agreed to that? To whore yourself out for money?"

The disgust in his tone, oh god.

Tell me why my nipples tingled against the fabric of my top. 

“…so that's what you are now? I've been fucking with a whore all this while?”

I flinched at his words, feeling a fresh wave of shame wash over me. "It was a lot of money, Desmond. More than I could ever hope to make on my own. And he seemed nice at first, not like some creepy old man. I didn't think it would be a big deal."

He punched the wall beside me.

My heart slammed against my ribs, sending waves of heat through me.

 "Not a big deal?" he repeated incredulously. "You can't just go around sleeping with random men for money. What if I hadn't walked in on the both of you in that office, you'd have continued doing that behind my back.”

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I know," I whispered, my voice broken. "I fucked up, okay? I thought I could handle it, but I couldn't. I hated every minute of it."

A blatant lie by the way. 

Mr. Sinclair knew how to put his monstrous cock to good use, and he’s had me moaning in all the languages…from French to Latin.

His other hand released my wrist to grab my breast roughly, squeezing the soft flesh through my shirt. I gasped at the sudden contact, my nipples hardening instantly under his touch.

"But you still did it," he growled, pinching and twisting the sensitive nub between his fingers. "You still spread your legs for him like a good little slut."

I whimpered, head falling back against the wall as Desmond's hand slid down my body, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my pants. He cupped my sex possessively, stroking my clit through the damp fabric of her panties. My legs buckled under me as intoxicating heat flashed through me.

"I'm sorry," I panted, hips bucking into his touch involuntarily. "Please, Desmond. I didn't mean to hurt you."

His lip finally crashed on mine and my entire body surrendered. 

"You're mine," he snarled against my mouth. "No one else gets to have you. Understand?"

I nodded, barely hearing him, my eyes glazed with desire as his fingers pushed my panties inside. I moaned as he slipped two of his fingers into my wet heat. His other hand urged my legs wider so as to give him better access. 

"Say it," he demanded, thrusting two fingers deep inside me. "Tell me who you belong to."

"I'm yours," I gasped out, clenching around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her. "Only yours, Desmond. Please... we're in the hallway…anyone could walk out."

His lips closed over my cries, and I whispered as he fingered me mercilessly, his fingers squelching in my wet heat. 

"Come for me," Desmond commanded, curling his fingers just right to hit that sensitive spot inside me. "Show me how sorry you are."

I shattered, my entire body shaking on his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He held me as I collapsed in his arms, supporting my weight as I trembled and

shook uncontrollably, wave and wave of heightened pleasure rocking through me.