[Bianca]My fingertips pressed against the door as his fingers began to push and spread my insides. He wasn't rushing. He wasn't merciful either. It was punishment—the kind only he could deliver. My hips moved of their own accord, chasing the friction even as my mind screamed to stop.His second hand moved to cup my breast above the fabric of my strained shirt. "You should leave here," he murmured against my neck, his breath hot as he undid my buttons, then slipped his huge hand into my bra, tugging at a swollen nipple. "Open the door, let them find you dripping, trembling, with your tits out." He chuckled darkly. "Might as well make it official, right? You and your assistant boytoy.""Fuck you," I hissed, though it sounded more like a plea."That's the plan."His fingers slipped lower, teasing my entrance, just barely breaching me before pulling away again. My body jerked against his. The closet was too small, too hot, and yet it felt like every inch of him was everywhere—controlling
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