Chapter 255: Keep Her Pinned

David’s POV

The haze cleared slowly, my chest heaving against her back as the last tremors faded. I pulled out with a wet, obscene plop that echoed in the quiet office, my cock still half-hard, glistening with her, mocking me like it knew exactly how deep I’d just sunk.

Holly stayed bent over the desk for a second, breathing ragged, fingers curled against the wood. Then she straightened, voice small but steady.

“So…where do we stand now?”

Typical.

I tucked myself away, zipping up, forcing my voice to go cold…detached. The way it needed to be.

“I’m your boss. You’re my employee. Nothing changes. Don’t expect us to be lovers or anything more than that just because of one sex.”

The second the words left my mouth, regret slammed into me like a fist. She wasn’t just a stepping stone. Not anymore. But that’s exactly what she had to stay…a means to an end. Get close to her, earn her trust, use her to reach Ava Miller and finally settle the debt I owed that family

I need to destroy the Millers from the inside to settle the score once and for all. That was the plan.

Holly turned slowly. Her cheeks flamed red…anger, embarrassment, hurt all mixed together.

“I hate you,” she spat, voice shaking. “You’re nothing but a coward. How can you say that after—”

“After I fucked you senseless in my office?” I cut in, harsh, trying to push her away before I pulled her closer again.

She scoffed, yanking her torn shirt closed like she was trying to hide her embarrassment and stood to her feet. “Senseless is too much of a stretch. You couldn’t even last like someone I know.”

The jab hit like a match to gasoline hurting my ego.

Someone she knows?

Tyler. It had to be Tyler.

Jealousy roared through me…blind, ugly, irrational. I grabbed her wrist before she could storm past, dragged her across the office to the leather couch in the corner.

“You think that’s it?” I growled low in her ear, pushing her down onto the cushions. “You’re pushing me, Holly. Who the hell do you think you’re comparing me to?”

She glared up, defiant even with her hair wild and lips swollen. “Someone you’ll never measure up to. Just get the fuck off me.”

I groaned…angry, turned on, completely undone and jealous.

Part of me screamed to stop. Let it go. Don’t take more from her. She didn’t deserve to be used like this.

But my ego was bruised, jealousy burning, and the thought of her with anyone else made me feel like I was going to lose my mind.

I stripped her fast…shirt ripped fully open, skirt shoved down, bra yanked away. My own clothes followed in a rush…shirt torn off, tie pulled free.

She fought just enough to make it hotter…nails scraping, hips bucking…until I looped my tie around her head, gagging her with it, knotting it tight behind her hair.

Her eyes went wide, dark with shock and heat.

I shoved her thighs apart with my knee, dragged my belt from my discarded pants, and looped it loose around her neck like a collar…pulling just enough to make her breath hitch, to remind her who held control.

Her eyes flashed…defiance, fear, pure want.

I leaned over her, mouth at her ear. “You want to play comparisons? Fine. Let’s see how loud you scream when I ruin you.”

I took her again. Slow at first…dragging my cock through her soaked folds, teasing until she whimpered behind the gag. Then I slammed in, deep and punishing.

She arched off the couch, muffled cries vibrating against the silk tie. I set a brutal rhythm…hard, controlled thrusts that had her breasts bouncing, thighs trembling.

I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other sliding between us to circle her clit…fast, merciless pressure.

I released her wrists only to grip her hips, angling her higher, driving deeper. One hand snaked around to her clit again…pinching, rubbing, relentless circles that had her sobbing into the couch.

Her first orgasm hit fast…body seizing, walls clenching around me like a vice, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes as pleasure wrecked her.

I didn’t stop.

I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and drove back in from behind. The angle was deeper, rougher. I fisted her hair, arching her back, pounding into her until the couch creaked beneath us.

The belt stayed loose around her throat, my hand controlling the pressure…light, then firmer, never enough to hurt, just enough to make her feel owned.

I spread her legs wider, hooked them over my shoulders, and buried my face between her thighs.

She bucked against the gag I hadn’t even needed…her own moans turning desperate as I devoured her. Tongue thrusting deep, then sucking her clit hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her jerk.

Tears streamed freely now…pleasure, overwhelm, surrender.

Second orgasm hit harder…her back bowing off the couch, thighs clamping around my head, muffled screams vibrating through her chest.

Just then, there was a knock…sharp, hesitant. Tim’s voice muffled through the door. “Mr. Hunt? There’s something urgent that you need to attend to—”

I didn’t slow. Didn’t answer.

I fucked her right through the interruption, harder, chasing the way she fell apart again…third orgasm ripping through her, tears streaming freely now, soaking the gag.

Her nails raked down my back…deep, burning lines that broke skin. Blood welled under her fingers, and something dark in me roared in satisfaction.

Marks.

Evidence.

No woman had ever marked me like this…like they couldn’t help but claim me back. Not the way I craved.

Except Candy, weeks ago.

And now Holly.

It drove me insane.

I took her through a fourth…fingers on her clit again, thrusts relentless…until she was shaking, sobbing behind the gag, body limp and oversensitive.

Only then did I let go, burying myself deep and coming with a deep groan, pulsing inside her as pleasure blacked out everything else.

We collapsed together…me on top, still inside her, breathless and spent.

Her fingers found my hair, stroking softly, gently…like forgiveness I didn’t deserve.

I lay there still, face buried in her neck, heart hammering as I went over the situation in my head.

This mission was fucked. It’s going to be harder than I thought.

With Ava, it had been simple. I liked her…sweet, innocent, easy to manipulate. But this thing with Holly? It was pure hunger. I didn’t like her personality half the time. I hated how she challenged me, how she saw through the walls. In fact, I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t like her one bit. I was just caught up in my feelings before…thinking it was something deeper.

But her body? I was fucking obsessed. The way she responded, the way she marked me, the way she took everything I gave and begged for more with her eyes.

And the jealousy…Christ, the jealousy when I thought of another man touching her body…it was blinding.

I exhaled slowly, guilt twisting sharp in my gut when I thought about why I decided to give in to whatever this is.

This was going to get messy.

When she finally realized she was just a pawn…a tool to get close to Ava and tear down the Millers…she’d hate me for real.

And I’d deserve it.

My cock twitched inside her, already greedy for more.

No. That’s enough for now. It would keep her coming back for more. And that’s what I need. To have her wrapped around my cock, so she would easily betray her sister without even realizing it.

I pulled out slowly, rolled off her, and sat on the edge of the couch, staring at her perfectly ruined body…hair wild, lips swollen around the loosened gag, skin flushed and marked, thighs slick with us.

“How is that?” I asked, sounding like a petty, jealous kid. “Still think that asshole is better?”

She tugged the tie from her mouth, smiled slowly and wicked…eyes still glassy from tears and pleasure.

“Well…for starters,” she said, voice hoarse, “it wasn’t that bad.”

My eyes widened. It wasn’t that bad?!

She wasn’t anything like Ava. Wasn’t the innocent girl I’d once saved.

She was wild, sharp, and dangerous.

And somehow, that made me want to keep her pinned beneath me until we both can’t walk.