I Have to Have Her

He closed the door to what she assumed was his office and he pressed her up against it. His lips were on hers and she cried out as he bit down hard.

“I’ll deal with you in a minute but this is for me.” He moved her across the room toward his desk. He bent her over the desk and flung the dress up and over her head.

His hands ran across her ass and he tugged at the thong she’d worn. Panties were hard to wear as the slits were so high and she didn’t want them to show through. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide and then his cock slid inside her. At the last couple of inches, he slammed in deep. One of his hands went to her hip and the other gathered up her hair. Wrapping it around his fist, he started to fuck her hard, driving inside her.

She cried out, holding on to the desk as he held her in place and took what he wanted.

This was hard and fast. He sped up, his thrusts increasing as he fought completion, going to the hilt, pounding within her.

She moaned his name, driving back against him, completely coming apart as she used her body for his own pleasure.

This wasn’t love. She didn’t want love. This was cold, hard need, turned to fucking.

With each drive of his cock, she lost all thought and was unable to think, to focus, to do anything but feel him.

When he came, he didn’t immediately pull away either. He held himself deep within her, and she closed her eyes.

Arousal still pulsed through her body, demanding her own release. His breath fanned across her hair. Then he slid his hand between her thighs, and with his now-flaccid cock inside her, he started to work her clit. “Come for me.”

She whimpered, sliding her pussy on his fingers, his cum swimming inside her.

“That’s it, Claire. Take what you want. Don’t wait for me, just take.”

The sounds of her release filled the air and she couldn’t help but become aware of how easy he made her forget herself.

He stepped away, his cock easing out of her, and he grabbed some tissues, placing it against her and capturing his cum.

Heat filled her cheeks. She wiped herself, feeling strange. This was different.

Turning on her heel, she went to leave, but he caught her wrist. He lifted her and placed her on the edge of his desk.

“You need to stop doing this. I’m not some pet you can control.”

“That’s exactly what you are.”

“And you’re my pet as well,” she said. She hadn’t asked him for anything and she certainly hadn’t taken anything.

“What’s your cell phone number?”

She frowned. “What?”

“I want to call you when I need you. Remember?”

“Oh, I, er, I don’t have a cell phone. It was broken when my landlord threw out my clothes and stuff.”

“Right.”

“You’re not going to hurt him, are you?” she asked.

“It depends. Do you want me to?”

“No. He was just doing what he thought was right.”

“And kicking out a woman in the streets was right?”

“I thought Tony had paid, but he hadn’t. Wouldn’t you do the same?”

“I’m not a landlord.”

“No? What are you?” she asked.

He leaned forward, capturing her lips. “I’m king.”Chapter Five“How much did you say he offered a month?” Gabriel asked. He listened to the figure his man gave and gritted his teeth. Claire was proving to be a pain the ass, but he oddly didn’t mind. She was a welcome distraction. “Offer him double and call me when it’s done.”

So far, he’d gotten rid of three potential apartments. Ever since his men had told him she’d gone hunting for them, he always made sure they were able to make counteroffers that stopped her from moving out.

He didn’t have a fucking clue why.

They had their arrangement and so far, he’d organized another apartment with her, not too far from the one they lived in now, and had yet to use it. She hadn’t even wanted to take the cell phone he’d given her. The woman was proving to be difficult. She didn’t accept gifts from him, only orgasms.

He was used to women wanting everything from him. His money, jewelry, gifts, everything. Instead, this woman only wanted his cock, and so far, after only a couple of days, he wasn’t fucking bored. In fact, with each passing day, he grew more and more addicted to her.

“Sir, there’s a situation at one of the tables. Three men are counting cards,” one of his guards said.

“You have proof?”

“Yes, sir. We’ve removed the men from the table and are in holding now.”

“Let’s go and see.” He got to his feet and made his way toward the security monitor. When someone attempted to count cards, it was difficult to identify. Watching the men on screen, he noticed they were clearly bad at it. He saw the way they all followed the cards, counted, their lips moving.