Gary POV
The b**ch laying across my desk is moaning far too much to be real. She sounds like a bad porn movie. Her little act is doing nothing to keep my d**k hard. In fact, it has the opposite effect. I try to focus on something that will actually keep me from going limp. I picture Scarlett spread eagle on our bed. A pretty bruise on her right cheek.
She begs me to f**k her because she knows what happens if she doesn't. I thrust into her heat without regard if it feels good for her. In fact, I hope it doesn't. She doesn't deserve the pleasure after she ran from me.
Her cries of pain make my d**k like a rock as I thrust in and out of her. "I own you, Scarlett. There is nowhere you can go that I want find you. The only escape from me is death. Tell me you're mine, Scarlett" I growl int
