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His hand slid inside my open trousers before I could form another protest.Warm, rough fingers slipped under the soaked lace of my panties and found me dripping. The sound Rhys made when he felt how wet I was went straight to my core—low, almost angry, like I’d personally offended him by wanting him this badly.“Jesus Christ, Elara.” Two thick fingers dragged through my folds, spreading the mess he’d already caused. “You’re soaked. For me. After five years of pretending you wouldn’t drop to your knees if I told you to.”I bit down on my lip hard enough to taste blood. My hands gripped the edge of the desk behind me so tightly my knuckles ached. I refused to touch him. Touching him would make this real.He didn’t give me the choice.Rhys pushed one finger inside me—slow, deliberate, watching my face the entire time. My walls clenched around the intrusion like they’d been waiting for him. A broken noise escaped my throat. He added a second finger almost immediately, stretching me open w

The phone kept ringing.Rhys didn’t move.He stayed buried inside me to the hilt, thick and throbbing, stretching me open after five years of nothing. My cunt clenched around him in helpless little pulses. Every breath I took made me feel him deeper.He looked down at where we were joined, then back at my face, eyes almost black.“Do not answer that,” he said, voice low and rough.The phone rang again. Louder this time.Rhys rolled his hips once—slow, deliberate—dragging every thick inch against my sensitive walls. A broken sound left my throat. My nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt.“Rhys—”“I said don’t answer it.” He pulled back halfway and thrust back in harder. The desk shook. “You’re going to take this cock like you’ve been starving for it, and you’re going to do it while that phone rings. Understand?”I hated him.I hated how good he felt.I hated that I nodded.He started fucking me in earnest.Deep, powerful strokes that forced the air from my lungs every time he

My stomach dropped.My cunt clenched.Rhys walked in behind me, closing the elevator door with a soft electronic lock. He didn’t speak. He simply moved past me, picked up the tie, and let it dangle from his fingers.“You remember,” he said. Not a question.I swallowed. “Yes.”“Good.” He stepped closer. “Clothes off. All of them. Then go stand by the windows.”I should have told him to go to hell.Instead I stripped in silence while he watched. Blouse. Trousers. The ruined panties. Everything. When I was naked he pointed with the tie toward the glass.I walked over and stood there, city lights painting stripes across my bare skin. My reflection looked wrecked already—flushed, marked, thighs shiny.Rhys came up behind me. He didn’t touch me with his hands at first. He just dragged the cool silk of the tie slowly down the length of my spine, over the curve of my ass, between my legs, letting it brush my sensitive folds until I shivered.“Wrists,” he said quietly.I offered them behind my

I never meant to end up on my knees for my husband’s son.But here I was, cheek pressed to the cold kitchen counter, nightie shoved up around my waist, Cane’s thick cock slamming into me from behind so hard the entire island shook. Every brutal thrust punched a broken moan out of my throat. My pussy made filthy wet sounds around him. The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the quiet house.“Fuck—look at you,” he growled, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Three hours. That’s all it took for my father’s perfect new wife to spread for me.”I should have been ashamed.I wasn’t.I pushed back harder, taking him deeper, chasing the stretch that already had my thighs shaking. He felt huge—thicker and longer than anything I was used to—and he used it like he already owned every inch of me.“You’re soaking my cock, Rose.” His voice was low, rough, almost amused. “Does my dad make you this wet… or is it just me?”I couldn’t answer. I could only

The next three days passed in a blur of fucking and lying.Cane took me whenever he wanted. On the kitchen counter again. Bent over the bathroom sink. On my hands and knees in the hallway because he couldn’t wait long enough to reach a bed. He fucked me slow and deep in the middle of the night when I was half-asleep, whispering filthy things against my ear while he filled me again. He made me keep his cum inside me for hours. He made me answer my husband’s calls while his fingers were buried in my pussy, forcing me to stay calm and sweet on the phone while I dripped all over his hand.By the morning of the fourth day I barely recognized myself.I woke up on my stomach with Cane already inside me, fucking me in long, lazy strokes like he had all the time in the world. One of his hands pinned both of my wrists above my head. The other was under me, two fingers rubbing slow circles on my swollen clit.“Last day,” he murmured against the back of my neck. “My father’s plane lands at six. T