Chapter 61

• He made a low, angry noise deep in his throat and took her blouse in his hands, ripping it open, the silver buttons flew all across the long conference table. He slid his hands up her ribs and over her breasts, thumbs slipping back and forth across her taut nipples, his dark stare engrossed on her expression the entire time.
• Even though she could feel the roughness and size of his hands almost to the point of agony, she pressed into them anyway, wanting more and pressing harder. His fingers tensed as he grunted. She had the thought that she might bruise, and for a horrifying split second, she prayed she did. She yearned for a means to relive this sensation of being fully in control of what her body desired.
• He leaned close enough to bite her shoulder, whispering, “You will do what I say, Lisa because I own you.” Unable to get close enough, she quickened her pace on his zipper, shoving his pants and his boxers to the floor. She gave his cock a hard squeeze, feeling him pulse against her palm. The way he hissed her name “Oh fuck, Lisa” should have sent a rush of fury through her, but she only felt one thing right now: pure, unadulterated lust.