“I had nothing to do with what happened to his wife,” she spits. “And he ought to know it by now. What else do I have to do to prove that?”
She stiffens when I reach out and brush my fingers over her throat, where her pulse flutters like mad. “You’re all worked up. Why is that? Because you know you’re lying?”
“No.”
“From what I heard, that Marcel kid wanted to be an insider with the Valentines.”
“Did he?” She raises an eyebrow. “How would I know anything about that?”
“You can’t imagine him ingratiating himself with you as a result?”
“Considering everybody’s dead, how would that make any difference?”
Always an answer for everything. I’m going to break her. If it’s the last thing I ever do, I will make her wish she had never challenged me.
My hand closes around her throat. She doesn’t flinch or tremble—if anything, it seems she was waiting for it. Her body relaxes. Obviously, I haven’t gotten my point across.
Tightening my grip, I cut off the blood flow to her brain and watch with glee as the panic finally reaches her eyes. Her fingers wrap around my wrist, trying to pull me away, but that only makes me hold on tighter.
Using my hold on her neck, I spin her around and start walking her to my desk. Only when her face turns a hue of blue do I release the pressure on her jugular vein.
“What are you—”
“Shut up. No talking from you. Just nod or shake your head when you are asked a question.”
Her whole body jolts when her ass bumps into the edge of my desk. I guide her body to lay flat on the surface, never releasing her throat.
“Are you flirting with other guys to make me jealous?”
Confusion flashes over her face before she slightly shakes her head no. Lucky for her, I actually believe her.
“Either way, I think you need a reminder of who this pussy belongs to.”
Using my other hand, I make quick work of unbuttoning my pants and freeing my hard cock.
“Pull down your leggings and panties,” I order while stroking myself.
She wets her lips, letting the tip of her tongue run over her bottom lip seductively while she fumbles to follow my command. Lifting her ass slightly, she pulls down her leggings and panties in one move.
“Good girl. Now turn around and let me fuck you like the little slut you are.” I release her throat, and she immediately turns around, bending over my desk with her bare ass up. “Reach back and spread your cheeks.”
“W-what?”
My palm connects with her right ass cheek with a loud slap that only slightly masks her pained yelp.
“I said no talking. Now do it before I fuck your ass without lube,” I growl, staring at the red handprint on her creamy white cheek.
Groaning, she reaches back and spreads herself open. Her pussy lips part, and her glistening cunt is on full display.
“Of course you are already wet. You want this cock so bad, you can’t help it. But you know what? I can’t help it either.”
Without warning, I bring the tip of my dick to her hole and shove myself inside of her until my balls slap against her skin. Her tight channel squeezes me until precum leaks from the tip of my cock.
“Fuuuuck.” I don’t give her time to adjust. I simply grab her hips and start fucking her like a madman, slamming inside of her over and over again, trying to get deeper every time.
Her moans mingle with my grunts, echoing through my office like they are meant to be heard. My desk shakes, pencils roll off the side, and the lamp is almost at the corner, about to fall off, but I couldn’t care less.
I keep fucking her like an animal until my lungs burn and sweat drips down my forehead. The lamp finally makes it over the edge, falling to the ground and shattering on the floor into a million pieces.
My fingers dig into Delilah’s hips when she lets go of her cheeks. “I didn’t tell you to let go. Spread yourself. I want to be as deep as I can.”
My demand still hangs in the air when my office door flies open, and a shocked yelp comes from the hallway.
Turning my head, I look at the door to find my secretary standing there, mouth gaping open and eyes as wide as saucers.
“I-I heard something break… I…” she stumbles over her words while I keep fucking Delilah as if we don’t have an audience.
“Out!” I yell before turning my head to look at Delilah’s puckered little hole.
I don’t know if it’s me fantasizing about fucking her in the ass or the fact that my secretary is watching us fuck, but my orgasm slams into me so unexpectedly I can’t even think about pulling out. I hold myself inside of her as I shoot my entire load into her tight channel until my balls are painfully empty and stars have formed around my vision.