Chapter 26

• My breath came in ragged, burning gasps, every nerve ending in my body fried from the wave of intense, humiliating pleasure he had just forced out of me. My wrists were still tightly bound to the heavy mahogany desk by my own torn panties, leaving me completely immobilized, my thighs spread wide as I dripped and panted against the wood. Joaquin slowly pulled back, his lips and chin wet with my arousal. His chest heaved, his gray eyes burning down at me with a dark, terrifying intensity that crossed the line between passion and pure madness. He leaned up, his heavy frame looming over me, his face dropping inches from mine as if he intended to seal my lips with another punishing kiss.
• My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. But as my eyes darted away from his face, desperate for a second of air, a glint of metal caught the faint blue light of the terminal screen just inches away from my left hand.
• A quill pen.