Before I can form a retort, he moves with a speed that steals my breath. His hands grip my waist, and he lifts me aggressively seating me on the edge of his large desk that is cool against the back of my thighs despite the fire burning in my veins.He pushes my knees apart with his hips, stepping into the space I've unwillingly offered him, and the hard, thick ridge of his cock presses insistently against the soaked silk of my panties, a blatant promise of what's to come."Kei—" I start, my voice coming out as a breathy gasp."Shut up, Revelle," he commands, his voice a low growl that vibrates through me. His hands slide from my waist, tracing the curve of my hips before his fingers hook into the lace of my panties. With a single, sharp tug, the fabric gives way, the sound of it tearing impossibly loud in the hushed office. The audacity, the sheer strength, sends a jolt of liquid heat straight to my core.He doesn't grant me a second to process. He sinks to his knees before me, his po
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