Chapter 3
Damien
Her whole body froze, perched right over me, her thighs quivering. I could feel the heat of her center pulsing against my c**k, straining for release, and I almost lost control.
“You realize…” My voice came out lower than I intended, rough, dangerous. “…you’re sitting on your boss’s c**k right now.”
Bella gasped softly, her lips parting, her eyes darting away. “B-Boss…” Her voice trembled, weak and sweet. “I—I should get up.”
She tried to move, but her legs betrayed her, shaking too much to stand. Her hands clutched at the edge of the desk, desperate. “Please… Boss… push me away.”
But my hands were already on her waist. Firm. Claiming. I didn’t push her off—I held her there.
Instead, I lifted her slowly, just an inch, making her whimper as the hard ridge
