Davis sucks my earlobe between his lips before he nips it with his teeth, just hard enough. “You come begging for it at work. You’re supposed to be making money for my company, but you’re in here pleading for cock. Begging for me to use this pierced pussy however I want. What would you have done if I was in a meeting?” His hands grip my bare ass and hoist me up against him as he backs me up against a wall. “Would you have fucked yourself on my desk again? Grabbed another one of those interns and banged him while you thought of me?”
“You’re the only thing good enough,” I manage to say through my labored breaths.
“Please,” Davis counters as he releases my thigh so that he can tug down the front of my blouse and my bra to reveal my bare breast. “It’s a low bar to be good enough to fuck a slut like you.”
I gasp as he shoves hard into me, nearly slamming me into the wall behind me. “More,” I demand again as I arch forward, holding onto him for dear life.
“Look how badly you need me,” he muses harshly, his hands gripping me so tightly that I’m barely touching the wall now. “Do you think I need you as much?”
“Yes.”
“Delusional,” he replies before he adjusts his big hands from my ass to my legs. They dig into my thighs, holding me up now as I practically hang off of his neck. “Don’t kid yourself. You’re just a hole that I get to fuck whenever I feel. A thing I pay for, Olivia. Just some slut I’ve used for the summer.”
With another hard pump, I cry out as my orgasm washes over me, but luckily Davis is still in control. He’s quick to shove the end of his tie into my mouth, his actions vicious and unfathomably sexy as he muffles the sound of my pleasure.
He follows soon after, finishing inside of me unprotected. Hot and reckless. I shift on his cock like I’m trying to push it deeper, trying to keep every bit of his cum inside of me. For a few seconds he lets me, watching me with hungry, admiring eyes. When I stop shifting, he carefully removes the tie from my mouth and undoes it so it’s no longer looped around his neck. He tosses it to the side before he slides me off of him and lowers me to my feet.
Silently, I will him to make this easy. I will him to be that villain he was weeks ago, the one who was so easy to hate. To my dismay, he runs his thumb along the edge of my lower lip, his eyes tracing my features as he begins to put me back together. Fixing my hair. Straightening my skirt and my blouse. Quietly ensuring that I’m looked after.
It’s just so loving.
“Incredible,” he murmurs before he brings his lips to my cheek for a soft kiss. “You’re incredible, Olivia.”
As I walk out of Davis’s office, still wet between my legs, my mind races. He would burn this whole place down if I asked him to. His career, his reputation, his family legacy—Kieran was right. He would throw it away.
He would give it all up for me, and then a few years later when the sheen of his new plaything wore off, he would wake up one morning and look at me—a whore that he ruined his life over. He would wonder what the hell he was thinking. He would slowly let that resentment fester until there was nothing left but the remnants of lust and broken promises. Maybe his hard words, the words I once found sexy and taboo, would become real.
Idiot. Dumb slut. Bitch. Hag. Cunt.
And the moment Davis got sick of me, he could throw me aside and leave me desperate for him, banging on his door late at night with my kids in the car, asking him to take me back because I’m nothing without him.
I vowed to be anything but my mother’s daughter. But even when gilded and wrapped up with a bow, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.