Chapter 265

Sienna

The second Alex's mouth found my pussy, a wave of sensation washed over me, and I surrendered to it. Completely.

His tongue explored, a deep, insistent pressure that stole my breath.

His hands landed on my hips, holding me steady to him as the pleasure

intensified, the sounds of his tongue exploring my hole filling the space around us. I clung to him, a whimper escaping my lips, my body trembling on the precipice.

"Alex..." I gasped, my vision blurring at the edges.

I gripped onto his hair tight, holding onto for dear life as his tongue continued a relentless wicked assault, that threatened to unravel me. Completely. Utterly. As his.

God! The things he did to me...he did them just fucking right.

"Oh my," I gasped, my head falling back, my back aching against the unforgiving edge of the cold desk.

The world titled-my legs trembled with a building anticipation. My moans echoing the office.

God! I was so gone that I didn't even care if the people outside could hear us. Maybe they could.

And maybe each and every one of them knew what their boss was doing to me, throwing me over his desk like that and ruining me. Driving me insane-even if they didn't know from my moans and scream, anyone would figure out what Alexander Grayson was actually doing to me.

"You are right there, Flower," Alex murmured, a low chuckle rumbling against my skin, his teeth grazing against my clit.

Oh fuck.

A cry escaped my lips, involuntary and raw. My eyes squeezed shut against the rising tide of sensation.

"Oh..oh..oh," my hips bucked as his tongue continued pushing at my clit, flicking over with a speed that left me trembling.

And then the world exploded.

It was more than just pleasure; it was a complete and utter annihilation of my own fucking self. A blinding, soul-shattering release that stole my breath and left me trembling in his arms.

The aftershocks rose throughout me and I trembled, totally spent, as he licked me clean, the soft and teasing touch of his tongue against my sensitive pussy, made me shiver every time it met me.

The waves of my release receded slowly, leaving me trembling and boneless against the mahogany desk.

The air in the room felt thick, heavy with the scent of my arousal and the lingering ghost of my climax.

Alex didn't move immediately after licking me clean; he remained poised above me, his breath was warm and damp against my pulsing pussy and the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

And when his gaze finally lifted to meet mine, the world seemed to still. His piercing blue eyes had darkened-predatory, hungry-and the sheer intensity in them sent a shiver crawling down my spine.

There was promise in that look. A silent vow of what he could do to me, of how easily he could unravel me if he chose to-And god! I'd never be able to get over this man.

He looked like a predator who'd just savored his favorite taste and was already imagining the next bite. The corner of his mouth curved into a slow, satisfied smile -beautiful, dangerous, and devastating enough to make my heartbeat falter.

"There you are," he murmured, his voice low and sensual, "Surrendering isn't that bad, is it?"

His words made heat rush to my cheeks, but my tongue refused to move. Not after what he'd done to me what he'd made my body feel.

He rose from his kneeling position, fluid and commanding, every inch of him radiating control. The loss of his nearness was a shock, like stepping out of warmth into cold air. My skin prickled, craving the heat he'd left behind.

When did I become so addicted for Alex?

I watched, unable to breathe, as his fingers went to his shirt buttons. One by one, they came undone, slow and deliberate as if he knew I was watching, as if he was doing it for me. Each new glimpse of golden skin felt sin. My own fucking sin.

His chest was all hard muscle and shadow, the kind of body built to ruin softness. The body that had already ruined me. The shirt fell open, revealing a dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath his trousers-a path I wanted to follow with my tongue, to see where it led, to taste the wickedness waiting there.

My body, which I'd thought was spent-sated and satisfied-stirred again, betraying me. A low ache unfurled between my thighs, pulsing softly, insistently, as if it remembered his touch better than I did. I wanted him again.

And of course, he noticed. He always did.

A flicker of amusement-dark, knowing-crossed his face as his gaze traveled over me. "Already?" he murmured, voice threaded with satisfaction. "And here I thought I'd worn you out."

I bit my lip, heat flooding my cheeks, but it only made his smile deepen. There was no hiding from him. He saw everything every tremor, every breath, every secret my body tried to keep.

He took his time, unhurried,

shrugging out of his shirt and letting it fall to the floor in a pool of white fabric. Then came the soft hiss of leather sliding through the buckle-a sound that seemed to echo in the quiet room. My gaze followed hands, steady and sure, as he unfastened his trousers and let them fall at his feet.

He stood before me a vision that stole my breath. Hard muscle, raw power, a body carved from discipline I could barely fathom. His presence demanded attention, but my gaze couldn't tear away from what came next-his cock, thick and rigid, emerging from a dark tangle of curls.

My mouth went dry, a shiver running down my spine.

My bold turned into fire.

He stepped closer, the heat of him pressing into my skin. His fingers traced the line of my jaw, firm yet impossibly gentle. "You have no idea what you do to me, Flower," he murmured, low and raw, a growl that reverberated in my chest. "No idea."

Before I could respond, his hands were at my waist, lifting me effortlessly. I landed on the edge of the desk, legs falling open instinctively. Vulnerable. Exposed. Thrilling. A rush of exhilaration coursed through me-I belonged here, in this moment, in his hands.

He positioned himself between my thighs, the head of him nudging at me.

I arched, desperate, "Oh."

"I am going to fuck you so hard, Sienna," He murmured and then his lips crashed against mine whilst he entered me. Slow. Deliberate. Every inch him claimed me stretched me filled me in a way I hadn't thought possible. My breath caught in the kiss, my body trembling under the intensity of it-pleasure sharp enough to sting, perfect in its ache.

"My god," I cried out at the stretch and pleasure of being filled.

I could feel him so deep.

Alex froze, buried to the hilt, forehead resting against mine. "Look at me," he growled, possessive and commanding. I met his gaze, and what I saw there made my heart thud with both fear and longing: desire, possession, and a raw, terrifying need-need that mirrored my own.

"Mine," he breathed-one word that was a vow, a claim, a prayer all at once. And then he moved.

At first, his rhythm was deliberate, slow, each motion stoking a fire that blazed hotter with every second. His hands gripped my hips, unyielding, controlling, reminding me that in this moment, I belonged entirely to him. I surrendered, letting him guide me.

He could ruin me, shatter me and leave nothing but ashes but I'd still not

complain.

The desk shook beneath us, as he pounded into my pussy, driving me like he owned me. The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed his office

and probably even outside.

As his pace deepened, demanding, relentless, thought dissolved. Only him existed his body, his touch.

With every thrust he pushed deeper and deeper.

"I could fuck you all day long," He smiled against my lips, a bead of sweat trailing

down his forehead and I had this sick urge to fucking lick it, "And I am sure I'd come back to fuck this tight cunt even at night," He grabbed my hips, driving deep into me.

My hands gripped onto him, my eyes watering and my body shaking. Nails dug into his skin, he hissed but didn't stop me.

Every sensation was amplified, every nerve alight, until the world around us disappeared.

When release crashed through me, blinding and consuming, I clung to him, trembling and gasping, my cries swallowed by the quiet room. He followed moments later, primal and commanding, right inside of me.

As his warm fluids flooded inside of me, a whimper slipped

We lingered there, bodies entwined, breaths mingling in the cool air. The office

came back into focus—the gleam of the desk beneath me, the city lights winking outside, the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.

He shifted, pressing into me, a silent, possessive reminder of what had just transpired. "Next time, you call

us a mistake-I am going to fuck you til you forget the word mistake," he whispered again, low and unwavering, and I knew without question, that he was right, Got it?"

He grabbed my jaw, his lips close-our breaths mingling together.

I stared into his dark eyes, my body trembling, as I whispered, "Yes."

I was his completely, irrevocably, and nothing would ever be the same.