Astrid's POV
The loud crash of the door and the frantic voice of the intruder snapped me out of the haze of lust clouding my senses. My body, which had been on fire with desire I hadn't known was possible, immediately went cold. I felt Roshan’s muscles go rigid, his lust seeming to cool at the intruder.
Before I could even register what was happening, his large hand, the one that had been tangled in my hair just a few moments ago, pressed down on my head, hard. Forcing his d**k to pop out from my mouth, so I could bend down further until I was hidden from view behind the large mahogany desk.
“There should better be a good explanation for why you barged into my office without knocking,” Roshan growled out, his whole body trembling. With lust or rage, I couldn't be sure. I could smell the
