Chapter 8
“I’m eighteen, Mr. Stroud,” she whispers, her voice a teasing pulse that sends a jolt straight to my core.
“I’m eighteen, and I want this, and…”
Her words trail off, her teeth nibbling at her lip, those emerald pools of her eyes locking onto mine with a burning intensity.
“And I want to be your bad girl.”
In that moment, the last remnants of my willpower snap, and before I can process it, my lips crash against hers. It’s anything but slow and tender; I kiss her like a desperate man who’s been starving for far too long.
And I’m lost.
I’m drowning in this kiss, lost in the sweet innocence of her lips as soft mewls escape her throat, pulling her against me. Her body fits against mine, perfectly crafted, as I taste the sugary warmth of her tongue and the delicate softness of those inviting lips.
Her hands linger at her sides, unsure of what to do, but I know exactly how to move. I slide my hands down to her perfect curves, and she gasps as my fingers glide up under her skirt. Her supple body is warm and tight, and I can’t help but imagine prying those cheeks apart, claiming her completely, making her scream with ecstasy.
Our tongues entwine in a passionate duel when she slowly raises her hands, exploring the contours of my shirt. She clutches at me, her soft moans blending with my movements as my hands roam over her skin. One hand stays anchored on her rear while the other glides over her hip, inching toward the front until my fingers are enveloping the soaking heat of her core. I tug at the back of her tongue, using my fingers to tease and mold it against her slippery warmth.
She whimpers, kissing me deeper.
The front of her panties are soaked through, clinging to her like a second skin, and I can’t help but roar into the kiss, craving her taste. I rub my finger over the wet fabric, savoring how it feels, before lifting it to my mouth. The sweet, heady flavor of her sends
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a shiver down my spine.
I want all of her. Right now.
I begin tearing at the buttons of my shirt, and her hands fly to help me, fumbling yet eager as she unfastens the bottom ones. I fling the garment away, and her soft moans morph into melodic coos as her fingertips explore every inch of my inked, chiseled chest.
Groaning, I lean down to claim her lips again, reveling in their intoxicating softness as her small hands trace over my muscles. My hand traverses down, slipping over her soft stomach, diving beneath the delicate lace of her panties. She gasps as my fingers find her slick, burning heat. I gently circle her sensitive c***t, making her press her hips against me, desperate for more.
Her petite hands clutchrat my belt, pulling as my fingers sink deeper. I venture down through her slick folds, my fingers seeking the entrance to her paradise. I start to push inside, her breath hitching as her eyes flutter shut.
And then-
I freeze. Reality crashes down in a brutal wave.
Holy. Hell.
“You’re “I pull back, watching her expression crumble in despair.
“No, wait!”
“You’re a virgin,” I admit quietly.
Her face flushes crimson.
“Please,” she whispers, vulnerability spilling from her like an open wound.
“Jesus,” I swallow hard, reality slamming into me like a freight train. What am I doing? Ithought she was just some dirty little tease, and now….
But then I catch myself, and slowly, the heat surges back into my groin until it’s harder
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than before.
This seductive act is a facade. Storm Montgomery-the fiery, alluring vixen-is untouched.
Innocent.
Ready for me to take. To claim.
God, I’m messed up. I shouldn’t want her like this, but I do. I want to possess her, to make her mine completely.
I growl as I step closer, my hands sliding over her hips, pushing her back against the desk.
“Why didn’t you tell me, angel?” I ask softly, kissing away the worry etched on her lips.
“I was going to tell you…”
“When?” I demand, tone low and dangerous.
She swallows hard. “I’m not sure.
“When? When I spread your legs and eased inside that tight, eager p***y?”
Storm’s eyes widen as raw heat ignites within them, replacing her previous anxiety. She whimpers, cheeks flushed.
She likes this.
“Or when, when I drag my tongue from your c**t to your tight little backside until you’re begging for more?”
She moans, practically vibrating with need.
“Too dirty for you, Princess?” I snarl, lifting her skirt to reveal what’s mine. My hand moves back, gliding over her panty-clad core, reveling in how she instinctively arches toward my touch.
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“Uh-uh,” she breathes.
I push her panties aside, fingers gliding over her slick folds.
“I want you,” she moans, panting as my strokes grow deliberate. “Please, Mr. Stroud, I
want you to!”
The primal urge within me screams to bend her over this desk and take her with reckless abandon, to make her feel every furious thrust until she can barely stand. I want to pull her into my lap, drive myself deep inside her as she begs for more, until she’s dripping my essence down her thighs, marking her as mine.
And I want her to swell with life, my child blooming within her. It’s a filthy fantasy, but it stirs something primal in me, making my c***k pulse and throb in desperate need.
Yet, the rational part of me rears its head, grounding me.
“I can’t,” I growl, gnashing my teeth as I struggle with my own desires.
Storm’s face dives, disappointment creeping in. “You can!” she pleads. “Please, Mr. Stroud, I really-”
“I won’t,” I manage to force out. “Not like this.”
“But I want you to,” she whispers, desperation lacing her words.
“Not here. Not like this,” I insist, even as every fiber of my being screams otherwise. I want to spread her legs open, to have her cry out for more as I give in to every base desire.
“But…” I grasp her chin, forcing her gaze to meet mine. “That doesn’t mean I won’t. Doesn’t mean
you’re not mine.”
She gasps, color returning to her cheeks, filled with both desire and confusion.
“I will claim you, angel,” I murmur. “But when I do, it won’t be in a cramped office with my secretary coming back from lunch any moment.” I shake my head, leaning in for another slow, languorous kiss.
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“When I take you, it will be in a bed, where I can savor each moment, treating you like the queen you truly are.
Because it’s not just her body I desire. I want her innocence, her heart. And both of those will be mine.
“Queen, huh?” she teases, pulling back with a sultry smile. “I thought I was your bad girl?”
“Trust me, angel, you’re going to be both,” I growl, swiftly diving back down to the front of her panties. Her eyes widen, a soft moan slipping past her lips.
“Now, be a bad girl and spread those legs. Show me that tight little **y. I may not be claiming you now, but I will taste what’s mine.”
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