I know she’s coming before she even knocks. It’s fucking insane how my senses are tuned in to Tina.
Her footsteps echo down the hallway. Then her shadow appears through the crack of my office door.
I should’ve locked it.
But some dark, twisted part of me wants her here. In my space.
I sit back in my chair, my fingers drumming on the desk, and watch the door like a predator.
The knock comes, quick and teasing. My little brat. Warmth spreads through my chest at the same time my cock jerks. My heart beat picks up.
“Aslan?” Her voice is syrup-sweet.
I don’t answer, but that doesn’t stop her. Of course, not. The door creaks open, and there she is, standing in my doorway. Pure fucking temptation.
She’s wearing jeans that are tight enough to make my mouth go dry. Hugging every inch of her small waist, round hips, thick thighs and long legs. And some cropped top thing that clings to her full tits.
Fuck me.
I drag my eyes back to my computer screen, clipping, “what do you want?”
“I’m taking Marie out tonight,” Tina announces, stepping inside. “We’re having a girls’ night.”
I snort, staring at my computer screen like she’s not making my blood boil by just standing a couple of feet away from me.
“Nope.”
When I finally look up, Tina’s standing with her arms folded under her breasts, pushing them higher, fuller, like she’s daring me to stare. One perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. Her full lips pursed in a daring smirk.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” she finally replies.
“You’re Marie’s sister,” I reply sharply. “That makes you my responsibility while Viktor’s away.”
“Oh?” Her lips curl again smugly. “And how exactly are you gonna fulfill your responsibility, asshole?”
She’s pushing me. Again. And I’m failing miserably at keeping my cool.
Tina’s grin widens when she notices my jaw twitch. “Gonna cuff me, big guy?” she taunts. “Lock me in the basement?”
I push back from my desk, rising slowly to my feet. Letting my full height unfurl until I’m towering over her.
Her smile falters, just for a second, but she doesn’t move. Doesn’t back away when I stalk to her, stopping just close enough that I can feel her body heat.
“If you were mine,” I rumble low, “I’d do a whole hell of a lot more than that.” A threat and a promise, all wrapped up in one.
I let my gaze drag over her slowly. Her tits rising and falling. The curve of her waist. The sweet dip of her stomach I’ve been dying to taste.
“You wouldn’t make it out of my bed,” I rasp out, leaning closer. “I’d keep you tied there, spread open and dripping, until you learned how to behave, brat.”
Her breath hitches.
“You talk a big game,” she says, but her voice isn’t as steady as before. “Too bad you’re all bark.”
I move fast, grabbing her by the hips and pushing her so her back hits the door.
She gasps, eyes wide, mouth falling open, but she doesn’t push away.
“This, what you wanted, little girl?” I growl, dragging my thumb down her throat, feeling her pulse race under the pad of my finger. “Wanted me to lose control?”
I press my body against hers, grinding my hard cock against her stomach so she can feel exactly what she’s doing to me.
Her long lashes flutter, her breath catching when she feels me, thick and hard, straining against my slacks.
“You need to learn some manners, baby,” I murmur.
My hand drifts down, tracing the curve of her waist, over her soft stomach, down to her jeans.
I pop the button open, my eyes never leaving hers, and slide my fingers inside.
She’s fucking soaked. Of course. Tina is as gone for me as I am for her. We’re like fire and powder. Playing a dangerous game of push and pull.
Her panties are slick and sticky, her heat pulsing against my hand.
“Fuck, sweetheart…” I groan, my head dropping to her forehead. My eyes drinking in every shift in hers. “You this wet for me? Already? Haven’t even touched you yet, sweet girl.”
Her breath shudders.
I slip one finger between her damp, swollen folds, dragging it through her slick heat, then rub her clit, slow and deliberate.
Her hips buck, her hands flying to my shoulders.
“Tell me to stop,” I growl. “Tell me to stop… or I’m not stopping.”
She doesn’t say a word.
Instead, her nails dig into my shirt, gripping hard, like she’s holding on for dear life.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “That’s what I thought.”
I push two fingers inside her, deep, and her head falls back against the door with a moan that goes straight to my cock.
“Look at you,” I mutter, driving my fingers in harder. “So goddamn tight… so sweet for me…”
I pinch her clit, then start circling faster, till her moans turn into cries.
“That’s it, brat,” I growl. “Give it to me. Come on my fingers like a good fucking girl.”
Tina gasps loudly, grinding against my hand like she can’t help herself.
“Such a filthy little thing,” I rasp. “You like this? Like running your fucking mouth, so I make you come to shut you up?”
“Aslan…” she whimpers.
“Yeah, you do,” I growl. “Gonna make you cream all over my fingers… then you’ll fucking thank me for it.”
Her body shudders, muscles clenching, thighs trembling, and her moans turn into sharp cries as she comes hard, her pussy gripping my fingers in tight, wet pulses.
I keep working her slow and deep until her head falls forward against my chest, her breath hot on my skin. Making me feel just as wrecked as she looks. Heart pounding, cock hard and drooling, breath ragged, jaw so tight I might crack my teeth. Fuck… this girl.
I press a kiss to her temple, then slowly ease my fingers out of her and paint her parted lips with her juices.
Tina sways on shaky legs. I hold her chin, forcing her to look up at me.
“You’re not going out,” I murmur. “Understood?”
Her lashes lower, her breath is still uneven, but she still has it in her to reply, “try to stop me.”
I smile darkly. My girl never disappoints.
