Empire of Sin (Empire #2) by Rina Kent

Or maybe that’s me.

He rubs the length of his massive erection on my stomach and I go still, my breathing shattering. “Your little wiggling got me rock-fucking-hard, beautiful. You will take care of that, won’t you?”

I don’t understand what he’s talking about, partly because his fingers continue rubbing my soaking folds, and partly because his erection is growing by the second.

The sound of his zipper echoes in the air and I hold my breath, even though I’m overwhelmed by all types of sensations. Even though my heart is about to jump out to where his fingers are on my pussy.

The way he touches me is slow and firm, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing and where he’s taking this. And I’m helpless in front of that, completely and utterly caught in a trap I can’t escape.

Then something happens.

His erection that I was feeling on my stomach only a few seconds ago replaces his fingers, rubbing against my panties-covered pussy.

The sparks of pleasure turn into full-blown bursts, but that’s not all, because he’s thrusting against my opening while it’s still covered and for some reason, that feels perverted and causes more arousal to coat both of us.

“I want to fuck you,” he grunts as he thrusts, rubs, and slides his cock up and down my panties. “I want to yank down your fake identity’s clothes and pound into your tight cunt until you’re screaming.”

Do it, I want to say.

Just do it already. I’ve been having withdrawals I didn’t think I would suffer from ever since the first time he touched me.

Ever since I found out what sex is all about.

And not sex with just anyone. Sex with him and his deliciously intense dominance. Ordinarily, I’d run away from it, but with Knox, I’m slamming straight into it.

Consciously and subconsciously.

“See how your cunt is swallowing me, my liar? You want my cock inside you, don’t you? You want me to fuck you hard and fast and with no restraint.”

I’m on the edge and I can’t look away from it. I’m right there and it’s not only because of the pace of his cock. It’s a combination of everything.

It’s due to his dirty talk and the deep tenor of his voice.

It’s due to his firm touch as he takes what he wants without an ounce of apology.

It’s due to the air that’s rippling and crowding with tension, oozing with sex and his intoxicating cologne.

But the most important element of all is him. The man who should’ve been a one-time thing but is turning into more.

And that’s strangely a turn-on. A button that I didn’t think I even had inside me.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Anastasia?”

The sound of my name should’ve quenched my desire, but it heightens it to a wildfire.

He knows me—well, not really—but he at least doesn’t think I’m the fake I worked so hard to build. And while usually that would be alarming, it isn’t right now.

Because it’s me.

“Do you?” he insists, and I’m so close to shouting it, to telling him to fuck me.

It’s only a one-time thing anyway.

That’s what I said the other time and I was obviously wrong.

But I nod anyway, it’s barely-there, but he notices it and picks up his pace. If it weren’t for his chest on mine, I would be jumping up from the heat of the sensations.

“I won’t, though, not until you tell me a truth about yourself.”

“Ugh…” The frustration that spills out of my throat is spontaneous and it makes him chuckle. But the sound is nowhere near light. It’s dark and somewhat disturbed.

“You thought I would let you play me, my little liar?”

“That’s not…I’m not…”

“You’re not what?”

“Playing you.” If anything, he’s the one doing that, toying with me until I’m about to burst.

“Then say something.”

“Anastasia is…my real name.”

It’s a little information, something that he was suspecting all along, but saying it aloud knocks a weight from my chest.

“I already knew that.”

“You…didn’t know for sure.”

“Hmm. I still can’t fuck you, though.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have a condom on me. Usually, I don’t come to work with plans to fuck an employee.”

My nails dig into the laptop and I nearly scream from frustration. I bite my tongue instead, not wanting him to feel how much of an effect he has on me.

How much his words just filled me with inexplicable disappointment.

“But I’ll change that going forward.” He thrusts his dick against my opening a few times with increasing force. The tiny jerks are so pleasurable that I subconsciously release my tongue.

The orgasm hits me with a blinding force and then I’m falling, shattering, but there’s no landing in sight. Not even when I blink rapidly, trying to rein in my reaction. The force of the pleasure is stronger than my attempts at self-control, and I just scream.

He wraps a hand around my mouth. “Shh, people will hear.”

Shit.

I completely forgot about that, about the fact that we’re at the firm and that I’m protecting my plans in the laptop from him, even though my hands are still over my head.