Chapter 34 Thirty four

Chapter 34 Thirty four
Zara

‎Darren’s eyes darkened. The careful professor was gone in his place was something feral.
‎He spun me around fast, bending me over his desk so my chest pressed against the wooden surface, the crumpled letter sticking to my skin. He yanked my skirt up to my waist and ripped my panties down in one brutal tug.
‎“Then take it,” he growled. “Take every fucking inch and remember who you belong to.”
‎Smack!
‎His palm cracked hard across my ass. I gasped, the sting blooming hot and sharp.
‎Smack! Smack!
‎“Count,” he ordered, voice low and dangerous.
‎“One...fuck...two!”
‎He spanked me again and again, harder each time, until my ass burned and I was dripping down my thighs. Every slap echoed in the quiet office. Every strike pushed the fear and anger out of my head and replaced it with pure, aching need.
‎“You let that little shit Ethan scare you?” Smack! “You thought I wouldn’t protect what’s mine?” Smack! “Say it, Zara. Who owns this pussy?”
‎“You do, Daddy,” I moaned, pushing my ass back toward him desperately. “It’s yours. I’m yours.”
‎“Damn right.”
‎I heard his belt buckle, then the sound of his zipper. A second later his thick cock slapped against my sore ass cheek. He rubbed the head up and down my soaked slit, teasing me until I was whimpering.
‎“Beg,” he said, fisting my hair and pulling my head back.
‎“Please, Daddy… fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need it.”
‎He slammed into me in one savage thrust, burying himself to the balls. I cried out, the stretch intense and perfect. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me like he was punishing me and claiming me at the same time with deep, brutal strokes that rocked the heavy desk forward with every thrust.
‎The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. My moans mixed with his low, angry grunts.
‎“Too fucking tight,” he snarled, spanking me again mid-thrust. “This pussy gets wetter every time I get rough with you. You love when I use you like this, don’t you?”
‎“Yes, Daddy...oh god, yes!”
‎He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly while pounding into me, his hips slamming against my reddened ass. The dual sensation had me spiraling fast.
‎He kept me pinned down, one strong hand on the back of my neck, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. Every thrust hit deep, almost punishing, exactly what I needed to forget the threats, the fear, everything except him.
‎“You love me?” he demanded, voice rough.
‎“I love you...fuck...I love you so much.”
‎He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and lifted me onto the desk. Papers and pens scattered to the floor. He shoved my thighs wide apart and stepped between them.
‎Darren hooked my legs over his arms and drove back inside me in one powerful stroke. I could see his face, grey eyes burning with love and fury.
‎He fucked me harder, the desk creaking under us. My breasts bounced with every brutal thrust. He leaned down and bit my neck, then my shoulder, marking me.
‎“Look at me while I fuck you,” he ordered. “I want you to see who’s ruining you. Who’s willing to burn everything down to keep you.”
‎I kept my eyes on his, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down my cheeks. He pounded into me relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot over and over until my legs shook uncontrollably.
‎“I’m gonna come...Daddy, please...”
‎“Not yet.” He pulled out again, flipped me back over the desk, and shoved back in from behind. His hand came down in a sharp series of spanks while he railed me.
‎“You come when I say. You’re going to milk my cock like the desperate little slut you are for me.”
‎He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast, tight circles. The pressure built impossibly high.
‎“Now,” he growled. “Come for Daddy. Right fucking now.”
‎The orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. I screamed his name, my walls clamping down around him, body convulsing on his desk. Darren kept fucking me through it, prolonging the waves until I was sobbing with overstimulation.
‎Only then did he let himself go.
‎“Fuck...Zara...” He thrust deep and came hard, groaning my name as he filled me with hot, thick pulses. His hips jerked against me, grinding deep as he emptied himself completely.
‎We stayed like that for a long moment, me bent over his desk, him buried inside me, both of us panting. Slowly, he pulled out and turned me around, pulling me into his chest. His arms wrapped around me tightly, one hand gently rubbing my sore, spanked ass.
‎“I’m sorry it was rough,” he murmured against my hair, voice softening. “But I needed you to feel me. To feel us.”
‎“I needed it too,” I whispered, pressing my face into his neck. “I needed you to take it all away.”
‎He kissed my forehead, then my lips softer now, but still possessive. “We’re going to be okay. I swear it. Ethan, Becca… they can't win. They won't touch what’s mine.”
‎I nodded, still trembling in his arms.
‎He helped me fix my clothes, wiped me gently with tissues from his drawer, then pulled me into his lap in his office chair. I curled against his chest while he stroked my back.
‎“I love you, Zara,” he said quietly. “We’ll fight them together.”
‎“I love you too.”
‎For a few precious minutes, the office was quiet except for our breathing. The letter still lay crumpled on the desk . But in Darren’s arms, with my body still buzzing from the way he’d claimed me, I almost believed we could survive this.
‎Almost.
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