Chapter 44

Chapter 44


Gabriel Dantas

Leonardo loosens my tie as if unsealing something precious. The tips of his fingers brush my neck, slow, teasing, as if he knows exactly what effect he has.

The tension in his eyes, his jaw, his movements... all of it tastes like control. And no matter how much I try to resist, my body betrays any attempt at defiance.

The air feels heavier. Every second that passes between the slide of the tie and his gaze fixed on me makes my heart race in a disjointed rhythm.

I feel my chest rise and fall like I’ve just run a marathon, but I haven’t moved. I’m completely at his mercy.

Leonardo still holds the end of the tie like he owns me — and in a way, he does. His eyes scan my face, drop to my mouth, then to my neck.

When his fingers touch my skin again, this time with no fabric between us, a shiver spreads down my spine. He smiles, and the smile isn’t kind. It’s dangerous. Hot. Obscene.

— You’re trembling — he whispers against my throat.

My voice barely comes out.

— I’m… angry.

He chuckles low, the sound deep and provoking.

— You’re aroused.

The way he says it embarrasses and excites me at the same time. Before I can reply, his lips touch my skin. It’s not a kiss — it’s a blaze.

He kisses slowly, then bites, and his tongue slides over the exact spot he knows I’m most sensitive. I moan softly, bite my lip, trying to hold it together. I fail.

He kneels in front of me, hands on my knees, pushing them apart. I feel exposed, vulnerable. His mouth finds my stomach through the shirt, kissing with haste, with urgency.

His hands move up my thighs, firm, demanding. My whole body reacts, hard, throbbing, starving.

— Look how you react... — he murmurs, and his fingers are already undoing the button of my pants. — I barely touch you and you’re already begging.

— I didn’t ask for anything — I retort, breathless, though my voice betrays any attempt at strength.

He looks up, something wild in his eyes. Something raw.

— But your body is asking. It’s begging for me, Gabriel.

When he finally touches me there, inside my clothes, I lose my breath. I close my eyes, tilt my head back. My moans escape without permission. His touch is hot, firm, slow at first, then more urgent. My hips move on reflex, seeking more, needing it all.

I open my eyes and he’s still watching me. The intensity in his gaze nearly undoes me.

— You’re mine — he says, then kisses me again. This time with such hunger it feels like he’ll devour me whole. Our tongues meet, provoke, consume.

I try to pull his hair, to fight back for control, but he grabs my wrists and pins me to the chair. My arms are locked in place, and he’s on top, between my legs, breathing heavily, mouth pressed to mine.

— Don’t forget… you signed that contract. — He licks my lower lip. — You belong to me. And now, I’m going to show you what that means.

He starts unbuttoning my shirt, one button at a time, and the way he looks at my exposed body almost stops my heart. As if I’m a feast he’s waited years to taste.

And when he bends over me again, this time with both mouth and hands in sync, I understand perfectly: he wants to mark me, break me, make me forget everything — even myself.

His hands push me down onto the couch with a force that makes me shudder. I feel his breath intensify behind me, heavy, thick with tension and uncontrollable desire. In silence, he turns me over with a firm pull at my waist. The leather of his belt already comes loose with a deep snap in the quiet room.

— Stay quiet and spread your arms — he commands.

The tone leaves no room for questions. I simply obey. Like a slut, completely surrendered.

The tie he loosened before now wraps around my wrists, binding them tightly. The texture of the fabric against my restrained skin sends a shiver down my spine. I’m vulnerable, exposed, surrendered — and he knows it. He likes it.

He runs his hand over my lower back and delivers a sharp slap that makes me gasp. The sound echoes through the office, and at the same time, I lose control inside. He leans in, whispers against my nape, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

— I told you you were mine. Now you’re going to feel what it’s like to be truly marked.

I feel his fingers preparing me, hasty, wet, but direct, demanding. My body shudders at the sudden intrusion. I bite my lip hard. Try to keep some control, but there’s no space for it with him.

When he thrusts in with force, a cry escapes — muffled by the couch cushion. My muscles tighten. He leans over me, his body pressed to mine, hot, dominant, wild.

— Keep it down, little goat — he murmurs, lips brushing my ear. — Remember... we’re in the office.

His voice is a sweet poison. It consumes me.

Leonardo moves hard. Every thrust pushes me against the couch, making me moan through gritted teeth. The rhythm is intense, insatiable. He pulls my hair, arches my body to make me even more accessible to him. I’m completely at his mercy. And I’ve never felt so alive.

His hands roam my chest, squeezing, exploring. He marks my body with his touch, his low groans, his absolute dominance.

His pace quickens, the thrusts become more brutal, more precise. And I’m lost between pain and pleasure.

The tie tightens around my wrists. I feel the leather of the couch against my skin, the ticking clock still marking time amid the chaos we’re creating in here.

— You’ll only come when I say so — he growls, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

My entire body vibrates. I’m on the edge of a cliff, and he’s the only one who can push me or catch me. And honestly, I just want to fall.

His movements gain an unrelenting rhythm, merciless, as if the world outside has ceased to exist. My body no longer obeys me — it answers only to him, to the touch, the command, the weight of him against me.

I hear the muffled sounds of skin on skin, ragged breathing, and my own heart pounding in my chest.

— You feel this, Gabriel? — he whispers, voice hoarse, the heat of his mouth trailing down my neck. — Every time I invade you... you become more mine.

I try to hold back, but there’s no way. Pleasure rises like a furious wave, taking everything with it. I moan, fingers twitching in the tie, my body on fire — and he doesn’t stop. On the contrary. He intensifies. Wants to break me. And succeeds.

I feel him reach his peak with me, a deep groan exploding against my skin. His body trembles over mine, muscles tense, the control still present even in the climax.

He stays there for a few seconds, breathing heavily, as if deciding whether to let me go... or use me again.

The tie is undone with a swift pull. I turn around, breathless, lips parted, facing him with my cheeks still flushed from the moment.

Leonardo is there, above me, suit half-open, shirt untucked, gaze dark like a storm — hungry, satisfied, possessive.

He leans in and kisses me. It’s not just a kiss. It tastes like victory, branding, desire that refuses to be just physical. His lips take mine with purpose, his tongue invades like he wants to memorize me from the inside.

When he pulls back, eyes locked on mine, he smiles in a way that’s both malicious and dangerous.

— This contract is going to be delicious, Gabriel... — He runs his fingers along my chin, still breathless. — I’m going to dominate you in every way... and every sense.

The promise lingers in the air like smoke. And me, still catching my breath, I already know: there’s no turning back.