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       CHAPTER NINE

       Xander

      I COULD FEEL her perfect little pussy clenching hard around my dick and knew I was done for.

      Hell, I’d been done for the moment she’d grabbed my tie without asking and kissed me.

      Her scream vibrated against my palm, her body convulsing under mine and I let myself go, gripping tight to her slender wrists as I slammed myself deep inside her, driving her against the desk, pleasure cutting me open like a knife and letting all my deepest, darkest desires come spilling out.

      Her looking at me with desperation as her wetness had covered my fingers. Her soft hair in my hand as I’d pulled her head back. Her begging me to fuck her. Her screaming into my palm as I held her hands behind her back, driving us both into oblivion.

      I could feel it begin, the detonation inside me, a grenade going off in my head. She was bent over my desk and I was deep inside her, making her scream, giving her pleasure.

      The way I’d always fantasised about.

       Mine.

      Yes, and she was. Right now, she was no one’s but mine.

      Keeping hold of her wrists with one hand, I slammed the other down on the desk beside her head and used it for leverage to shove myself inside her one last time, the orgasm tearing her name from my throat as it hit, so intense it nearly blinded me.

      I couldn’t move for long moments afterwards, resting bent over her, with my face in the soft cloud of her hair, letting the sweet, subtle scent of it wash over me as I tried to pull myself the hell together.

      And, as I did so, the implications of what I’d done began to seep through me, slow and full of foreboding, like rumours of uncertainty through a booming stock market.

       She’s your stepsister. Who you promised to take care of. Whose father died because of what you did and who you’ve just fucked hard across your desk, holding her hands behind her back after getting her to beg for your cock. In your own goddamn office.

      The warmth of the orgasm began to dissipate, leaving me suddenly cold.

      Jesus. What the fuck had I done?

      All I’d wanted was to point out to her that kissing me had been a really bad idea. But then I’d found her drawing, which had incensed me for some reason, and I’d whipped that book out of her hands and ordered her into my office before I could stop myself.

      And then, once she was there...

      I’d never meant to back her up against the desk.

      I’d certainly never meant to bend her over it.

      But... I’d seen the heat in her eyes as I’d stalked towards her. Seen her cheeks flush and her mouth get all soft and vulnerable.

      She’d looked shocked when I’d told her how much I’d wanted her, that I was going to punish her, yet when I’d put my hands on her she hadn’t pushed me away. Her breath had caught and her pupils had dilated, and there was a definite hint of feminine musk in the air.

      She’d let me touch her, let me put my hand between her legs and feel how wet she was. And she had been wet. So beautifully, unmistakably wet and aroused.

      And then she’d told me about that Christmas and the damn dog.

      I remembered it dimly—some friend of Dad’s and his anxious puppy. I’d been wary of animals after Dad had killed Seven, the stray dog I’d befriended years earlier, but the poor animal had just been scared and I’d calmed it down easily enough. I hadn’t even remembered Poppy being in the room at the time, but clearly she hadn’t forgotten.

      And Christ...as soon as she’d told me what she wanted, everything had crystallised for me because what she wanted I wanted too, and I was powerless to deny her.

      I was powerless to deny us both.

      So I hadn’t fought it.

      I’d made her beg and then I’d bent her over the desk and fucked her.

      From outside the office came the sound of a phone ringing and more realisations came, hitting me hard and fast.

      I was in my office and it was the middle of the day. Had I locked the door? I couldn’t even remember. What if someone had come in?

      What if someone came in now?

       Too bad. You need to take care of her now.

      I didn’t even question the thought.

      Carefully, I pulled out of her and straightened. She shivered and made a soft noise, but I gave the back of her neck a gentle squeeze. ‘Keep still,’ I murmured.

      She settled and at the sight of her obedience the blood began rushing back into my cock.

      Jesus. I’d have thought once would be enough. At least, it had always been enough for me before. Once the itch was scratched it never bothered me again, so it really shouldn’t be bothering me now.

      Trying not to think about that, I dealt with the condom then pulled her underwear back into place and smoothed down her skirt, resisting the urge to trail my fingers over the beautiful bare skin of her thighs.

      ‘You can get up now,’ I said, my voice way more gravelly than it should have been.

      Slowly, she pushed herself up from my desk and turned, and I couldn’t stop the burst of satisfaction that flooded through me as she leaned back against it, as if the sex had wrecked her so completely she couldn’t stand.

      Her eyes had gone from copper to gold, her face deeply flushed.

      She looked so beautiful my heart nearly stopped.

       You’ve made her yours now.

      I turned away suddenly, the intense possessiveness of the thought disturbing me in a way it hadn’t while I was deep inside her. ‘You’re okay?’ I made my way around the desk to my chair. ‘I didn’t hurt you?’

      ‘No, not at all.’ She sounded husky and throaty, her voice feeling like it was wrapping itself around my cock.

      I forced the feeling away as I sat down.

      She turned to face me again and her eyes were shining. ‘Xander, can we—’

      ‘You have a few tasks to finish, I believe?’

      I

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