Chapter 10

Elsa

He spun me around, bending me over my desk with a possessive growl. There was a ripping sound as he tore my stockings, creating an opening. I bit my lip hard, knowing there were still people working outside.

"You need to be quiet," he warned, positioning himself behind me. "Unless you want your entire staff to hear you getting fucked by your boss."

I buried my face in my arms as he thrust into me, hard and deep, giving me no time to adjust. My body welcomed him despite the rough treatment, or perhaps because of it—my pussy gripping him desperately, embarrassingly wet. He gripped my hips, pulling me back against him with each thrust.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Look at you," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "So eager for me. Did you think about this while you were up here alone? Did you touch yourself and wish it was me?"

I refused to answer, refused to give him that satisfaction, but my body answered for me—clenching around him, growing wetter with each thrust. My wolf had completely taken over, whimpering and submitting, delirious with joy at finally having our Alpha inside us again.

"Answer me," he demanded, landing a sharp smack on my ass that made me gasp.

"Yes! Fuck, yes, I thought about it," I admitted through gritted teeth, hating myself for the confession. "Are you happy now?"

After several minutes, he pulled out suddenly and flipped me over, sitting me on the edge of the desk. His hands went to his tie, removing it with practiced ease.

"Hands," he commanded, and I extended my wrists, knowing what was coming. My wolf practically purred as he bound them together with his silk tie, then guided me to the leather couch in the corner of my office.

He sat down, still fully clothed except for his open fly, and pulled me onto his lap, facing him. "Now," he said, his eyes glowing with Alpha gold, "you're going to ride me. Show me how much you've missed this cock."

Arrogant bastard , I thought, even as my body obeyed. With my hands bound, I had to use my thighs to lift myself, sinking down onto him again and again. It was exhausting, humiliating, and unbearably arousing. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, fighting to stay silent as pleasure built inside me.

Drake watched me with hungry eyes, his hands gripping my ass, occasionally thrusting up to meet me when my pace faltered. "That's it," he murmured. "Take what you need. Show me who you belong to."

"I hate you," I whispered, even as my body tightened around him, racing toward release.

"No, you don't," he replied, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss.

When I finally came, my whole body shuddering, he covered my mouth with his hand to muffle my cries. Drake's own release followed moments later, his teeth sinking into my shoulder to silence his growl.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, my body slumped against his, his face buried in my neck, breathing in my scent. Finally, he untied my wrists and helped me stand on shaky legs.

The office reeked of sex—our mingled scents heavy in the air. I could smell him all over me, marking me inside and out. I smoothed down my ruined skirt, wincing at the torn stockings and the sticky evidence of our coupling running down my thighs.

"I'll need to clean up," I said, my voice hoarse. "And air out the office before someone smells what we did in here."

Drake nodded, tucking himself away and straightening his clothing with an ease I envied. He looked immaculate again within seconds, while I was thoroughly debauched.

As I wiped down the desk and couch with disinfectant wipes, trying to erase the evidence of what we'd done, I gathered my courage.

"I want to come back to headquarters," I said, not looking at him. "I've done good work here, but I don't belong in this fucking remote location."

Drake was silent for a moment. "The project is nearly complete. Once it's done, you can return to your position." His eyes lingered on me, possessive and hungry. "We're not finished, you and I."

"No," I agreed, feeling both dread and anticipation. "I suppose we're not."

"Come to my hotel," he said, moving toward the door. "Room 302. Tonight."

It wasn't a request. My wolf wagged her tail eagerly, already anticipating more of what we'd just had.

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I knocked on room 302 at precisely nine o'clock, wearing a simple black dress and carrying nothing but my key card and phone. The door opened immediately, as if he'd been waiting just on the other side.

Drake pulled me in roughly, kicking the door shut behind me. His mouth was on mine before I could speak, his hands already pushing the straps of my dress down my shoulders. The rich, earthy scent of his arousal filled my nostrils, making my knees weak.

"I can still smell myself on you," he growled, his voice rough with possession. "But it's not enough."

We made it as far as the bathroom, where he turned on the shower and stripped us both naked with efficient movements. Under the hot spray, he lifted me against the tile wall, entering me in one powerful thrust.

"Fuck!" I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders, drawing blood. "Drake—slow down—"

"Shut up," he growled, setting a punishing pace. The sound of water drowned out my moans as he took me brutally, seemingly unable to get enough.

I lost track of time as we moved from the shower to the bedroom, then back to the bathroom. He seemed possessed, desperate, like a man who'd been starving. By our third round, my body was sore, covered in marks from his mouth and hands—bites on my neck, bruises on my hips, my lips swollen from his kisses.

When he finally collapsed beside me on the bed, I was exhausted beyond words. We lay in silence, the only sound our heavy breathing. The sheets were soaked with sweat and other fluids, the room thick with the scent of sex.

"Did you go through some kind of rut?" I asked, my voice raspy. "Or were you just celibate these past two months?" I turned to look at his profile, a dangerous question forming on my lips. "You didn't touch Vera?"

Drake went rigid beside me. The mention of her name was like dropping ice into boiling water. He sat up abruptly, reaching for the hotel robe. I could feel the sudden wall between us, cold and impenetrable.

I leaned against the edge of the bed, my bathrobe hanging half-open as Drake stood by the window, his back rigid with tension. The question about Vera still hung in the air between us, and I wasn't backing down.

My skin still tingled from his rough handling, but the ache in my chest was stronger than any physical sensation.

"So," I said, my voice steadier than I felt, "have you fucked her?" The crude word felt like a small victory on my tongue, a tiny rebellion against his control.