“Stockholm Syndrome?” She obviously hadn’t seen any of the movies.
“Never mind,” I said dismissively. The whole idea was ridiculous, anyway. “Stupid psycho bullshit that only really occurs in movies. We're not in a movie.”
“I can't argue with that,” she replied, and something in her tone surprised me. I would have expected sarcasm, even venom, but there was none. If anything, she sounded…disappointed. It gave me an edge, probably too much of one.
“If we were in a movie,” I dropped my voice low, “then this would
be the part where I would make my move on you. Maybe shove you up against the desk and show you the way I'd mark you if you were mine.”
“That sounds like an interesting movie.”
Holy shit.
What was she trying to say? Was the idea actually interesting to her? Did she want me to make a move on her? I mentally processed every movement she had made since she entered the office—slow, cautious, meticulous. Once she got the idea, she did everything I told her to do. I would have thought her obedience stemmed from fear, but now…now I was seeing something different.
“Is that a movie you would like to see, Olivia?”
“I'd rather not choose,” she replied, and her eyes dropped to the ground in the most submissive gesture I had ever seen. She blinked a few times before taking a deep breath and looking back at me again through her long, dark lashes. I was instantly as hard as a rock, my dick pressing painfully against the Glock shoved down the front of my trousers. She wanted this. She wanted me, and I wasn’t about to deny either her wishes or my own. I knew what I wanted. I always knew what I wanted.
I grabbed her by the waist and brought her up tight against me before devouring her mouth with my own. I reached my tongue between her lips, and she didn’t hesitate to let me in as her arms wrapped around my neck. Her mouth tasted like heaven, and I wanted it all. I gripped her back through her thin blouse for a moment before I reached farther down, my hands finding purchase on the glorious mounds of her ass. I wanted to grind myself into her heat, but she wasn’t tall enough, even with the heels, so I lifted her effortlessly—she weighed practically nothing—and dropped her ass onto the edge of the desk. I never broke contact with her lips but pushed against her roughly.
I gripped her sides, moved up her ribs, over the edges of her breasts, then around her arms and up her neck until I had her face in my hands, holding her head to mine. I pushed her backwards with my body, and her hands dropped from my shoulders so she could brace herself against the desk. I caressed her tongue with mine before kissing and licking her chin and moving down to her throat. I was going to mark her, label her, and show everyone what was mine. I found her breast with my hand and cupped it, running my thumb over her hardening nipple as she gasped warm breath into my hair. I sucked at her skin—hard—feeling the warmth of her blood underneath her flesh. When I opened my eyes, I could see the reddish-purple mark blemishing her skin. I licked the spot and pulled back.
“You're going to have to button that blouse all the way up later,” I told her. I wasn’t going to hide what I was doing—she knew I was claiming her. I pressed my lips back to her neck, and I didn’t miss the way she tilted her head to give me better access. She wanted this. She wanted me to claim her.
Friction was what I needed—just a little friction—then I was going to bury myself in her as quickly as fucking possible. I could hear her arousal in her breaths and feel it in the rapid beating of her carotid artery under my lips. I could practically smell how wet she was, and I wanted to taste her, but I wanted to be inside of her worse. I grabbed her ass again and pulled her forward.
It fucking hurt as the barrel of the Glock slammed against my cock. I yanked it out of my pants and tossed it aside. She wasn’t going to grab for it. If there was anything I had learned over the past few years, it was how to judge a person’s character. She wasn’t going to stop me. I latched my lips to her throat again and shoved hard between her legs, my dick now meeting nothing but her hot wet core underneath her panties as her skirt rode up her thighs.
“I want inside of you,” I said, sounding more base than I had meant to, but she was driving me crazy, and I wanted her to know it. “Since you walked through that door, I've had trouble thinking about anything other than having you naked and riding my cock. I don't even have a fucking condom, but I just might be willing to take the risk.”
“My period just ended yesterday.”
I had never been prone to fainting, but her words nearly caused me to do just that. I kept my grip on her ass and ground into her again.
“Are you sure?” I asked as I licked up the side of her neck and tasted the shell of her ear.
“I'm sure it ended yesterday,” she said.
I swear, if she didn’t start answering the right fucking questions, I was going to go insane. Obviously, I was going to have to be perfectly fucking clear.
“Are you sure you want me to fuck you without any protection?” I breathed warm air against her ear and felt her shiver. As badly as I wanted her, I wanted her to know that I was not only serious, but I was also safe. If she wanted it—if she was willing to take the chance—then I was going to give it to her. “I'm clean, but you only have my word to go on.”
“I believe you.” Her voice was breathy, but her tone was deadpan, and it sent a chill down my spine. I considered the position she was in, and Stockholm Syndrome aside, she may very well have been thinking she had to give me what I wanted, regardless of her own feelings on the matter. Her body told me she wanted this, but I needed the approval of her mind as well.
“You don't have to do this,” I told her, and I tried to convey my sincerity with my eyes. I didn’t want her to think I would force her to do anything. I had to make sure she understood that. “You understand that, don't you? This is your choice if you want it. You will not be harmed regardless of your decision. I swear to you, I will make sure you are home safely by the end of the day, no matter what you do. Do you want to have sex with me, Olivia? Because I really want to lay you over this desk and listen to you scream my name when you come but only if you want it, too.”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “Um…does it have to be on the desk?”
I couldn’t help my laugh as I realized that was her only trepidation—she didn’t want to be fucked on a hard, wooden surface. Fair enough. I gestured toward the black leather couch on the other side of the office.
“Would that be better?”
“Yes, please.”
I lifted her up, and her legs circled my waist as her arms wrapped around my shoulders. I carried her to the side of the couch and gently lowered her. I needed to see more skin. I needed to mark her again.
“Unbutton your blouse,” I heard myself mumble. And for the sake of elucidation, I made sure she knew exactly what I meant. “All the way this time.”