Chapter 1 .

Gina

I slammed him against the wall, my breath hot against his ear, "Take me, fuck me, own me," I whispered, my voice dripping with raw, aching need.

A low growl rumbled from his throat. "If I fuck you with my full strength, you know I'll break you in two right? I wouldn't want to do that to my mate."

"I need you to shut the fuck up and fuck me, like a man," I snapped. My voice sharp, filled with frustration and desperate lust. I didn't want his words, I wanted him inside me deep, rough and ruthless.

Something flickered in his eyes, like a switch flipped. Without warning, he spun me around and shoved me against the wall. His grip bruising and primal. The power in his touch didn't feel human, he lifted me like I weighed nothing, like I was made of air and not flesh but I was too consumed by my own desire to question anything.

He tore through my clothes like paper, lips crashing against mine with a hunger that set my whole body ablaze. I moaned into his mouth, tasted his fire, until he pulled back, panting, eyes wild.

His mouth trailed down, teasing my jaw, then my throat. Sucking, biting, marking me. His teeth grazed my skin leaving marks that would be purple by morning. I would need to wear turtlenecks for a week.

With a single tug, he yanked my bra away, and his mouth closed over my nipple, hot, wet, and ravenous. I cried out, arching into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding on like he was the only solid thing in my world.

Then he bit down hard, I gasped, "Fuck, you're driving me crazy."

"That's the plan," he growled, his voice guttural, almost inhuman. "To fuck you insane so you understand that your body and your soul, belongs to me."

He lifted me again, carried me to the wide mahogany desk, and laid me out like an offering. My legs were spread wide before I could even think. He ripped my panties apart and buried his face between my thighs, devouring me.

His tongue flicked, licked, and plunged, "You taste perfect," he said against my drenched pussy. "The most beautiful fucking body I've ever seen."

My hands gripped the edge of the desk as if to anchor myself, though I didn't need to, his hold on my thighs was tight. I ground my pussy against his mouth, moaning like I was unraveling.

"Yeah, moan for me, my love," he groaned, the vibrations rolling through my core.

Then his fingers found my clit, circling, teasing, while he sucked and licked with brutal precision. "Holy shit, I'm losing my mind," I panted.

He shoved a finger deep inside me, pumping hard and fast. My walls clenched, the pressure building too fast. "I'm gonna cum!" I screamed, not caring if the world heard.

He didn't stop, he pumped harder until I shattered, pulsing around him, moaning his name like a prayer.

"My filthy little slut," he murmured darkly. "I'm not even close to done with you."

He added another finger, thrusting deep and hard. I screamed, the pleasure brutal, almost too much. If this is what he can do with his fingers, I thought, what the hell is his cock going to do to me?

My pussy clenched again, begging, needing and then he pulled out.

"Shiiit! Why?!" I screamed. My whole body twitching and aching for release.

He smirked, "That's for teasing me and now you will have to beg for it. You'll beg me to fuck you and make you cum again."

Horny, flustered and wrecked, I broke, "Please, fuck me, I need your cock in me. I need you to fuck me hard, please," I begged. Swallowing every last drop of pride.

He pulled me to the edge of the desk. Our hands fumbled to undo his belt, rip his pants down.

Then he pulled it out, his massive and thick cock.

"Is... is that your...?" I stuttered, staring.

"Don't worry, baby, your pussy was made to take all of me," he said, voice low, eyes locked on mine.

He spread my thighs wider. "Tell me you want me, you want my soul and my body tonight and I'm all yours."

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered, breathless. "I want your soul, your body. Tonight, we become one in flesh.

He slammed into me-

BANG!

A loud knock shattered the moment. I jolted upright in bed. My chest heaved, my sheets were tangled around my legs.

"Gina!! Don't you have work today? It's past 8 already!" Adele yelled, pounding my door.

Shit, I was late for my shift. I scrambled into the bathroom, pulse still racing. I had less than an hour to get ready, but I couldn't shake the dream.

The way he touched me, the way he owned me, it felt real like he was really here.

Heat pooled between my thighs, my skin still burned from phantom touches.

I stood under the shower, trembling and wondering. Who was that man and why did it feel like my body already belonged to him?

When I got downstairs, Adele was all dressed and ready to leave for work.