Chapter 3 I Should Have Ran Away

• He kissed me without any hesitation.
• The kiss wasn't timid. It wasn't gentle. Mr. Vance did not ask me anything before kissing me, instead, he just took.
• his lips, hard and demanding, took control. They tasted dark, clean, and vaguely minty as they forced open my lips to get inside my mouth, while his hand clenched around my neck and forced my head in such a position as he saw fit.
• I let out a broken moan when he forced his tongue inside my mouth, and the package of condoms that I bought fell somewhere to the floor, making a dull thump. We didn't even bother to look where they had fallen.
• He walked me backwards while kissing me, and the kiss was going deeper.
• "Mr. Vance…"
• "Don't." His voice sounded as if he just rasped over my lips. "You opened your mouth for me in the hallway. Now you don't have a right to remember titles."
• He spun me around and pressed me to the cold glass wall of the entryway, as rain was hammering against the windows behind me.
• The lights of Tribeca spread out in a smeared golden haze due to the heavy rain. Daxton's chest was pushing against the thin fabric of my henley, hard, muscular and hot, and I felt every ridge of those abs that I imagined through his shirt before. The massive and heavy thing between us was already rock-hard and grinding against my soft belly.
• I was size 16, and everywhere where I was soft, he was hard and tough, so our differences made me shiver and wetter, not self-conscious.
• His other hand slipped under the henley, moving over my soft stomach, until it cupped one heavy breast that didn't have even the barrier of a bra to protect it from his rough caress. He pinched my nipple hard enough to make me gasp, but without hurting me, then he squeezed, then pinched again, watching me with cold gray eyes.
• "These have been driving me crazy all day." His voice was full of barely restrained rage. "Every time you leaned over my desk. Every time that blouse of yours opened. I should have bent you over the oak table and fucked you so hard that you could not stand anymore. Instead I sent you away." His lips curled into a beautiful smile. "And yet, you came to me with your chest bare, when I texted you and asked for condoms."
• A sense of awareness flooded me, but I should have pushed him away and told him to go away. Instead, my hips were moving in search of some friction against his hardened cock.
• Daxton noticed it. Of course, he did. He chuckled darkly.
• "You greedy little thing." He took my henley over my head with one swift move, leaving me bare-breasted in his home. Then he caught my arms, which I raised in order to cover my breasts.
• "No," he said simply. "I want to see."
• He did.
• He stared at me hungrily and openly, at the full breasts, soft waist, generously curvy hips, that were straining the waistline of my jeans. There was no polite admiration in his eyes. It was a pure predatory lust.
• "Jesus Christ." He hissed. "Look at you, so soft, so fleshy. So perfect to take a hard fucking." He pushed down the zipper of my jeans with his free hand and touched my already wet folds with the tip of his fingers. "I have seen a lot of models, socialites. Women that starve themselves to stay thin. But none of them made me ache this way."
• He pushed my jeans and my simple cotton panties down with me. Stepping out of them, I was completely bare except for the socks that I wore. Daxton didn't seem to mind this. He turned me around, so that my breasts and belly were pressed to the cold glass. I saw the bright lights of the city far down below. Daxton put himself closer to me from behind. I heard the light sound of his sweatpants sliding down.
• His thick and heavy cock was slapping the soft curve of my ass. I was so wet for him.
• "Soaked," he said almost in a neutral tone of voice. "Were you as soaked, when you stood in the foyer of Florence, covered in lily water? Were you thinking about me, while she screamed?"
• "I hate you…"
• "Liar." He notched the head of his thick cock to my entrance and pushed in halfway with one hard stroke.
• The burn of his intrusion made me gasp, and I hit my forehead against the cold glass. Daxton's cock was even thicker than I imagined.
• Yes, I had imagined it.
• he didn't give me time to adjust. He grabbed my hips, sinking into me and forcing me to inhale sharply, until we became pressed by each other tightly. His hips were still moving against me, rubbing me with his heavy length.
• "Jesus Christ." He gritted through his teeth. "So tight, so hot, so fucking perfect."
• He started to fuck me.
• It wasn't tender and gentle in any way. It was hard, punishing, deep and fast, every time making me slam against the cold glass and making the noise of our fucking loud. His thick cock made the wet noises, as it was sliding in and out of me, while the storm outside was accompanying it.
• One hand was holding me by my hips, while another one was reaching for my breast and playing with it roughly during every fucking thrust.
• "This is what you get for coming to my door with hard nipples and no bra." He growled in my ear. "For looking at me as if you wanted to drop to your knees every time I made you stay after the office hours. You're my assistant, Clara. You're supposed to be invisible. Instead, you were walking around my office for months looking as if you were made to be bent over and used."
• Instead of being offended, my inner walls clenched around him hard. He liked it, and his laugh showed that.
• "Oh, you like that. Being called out, being used." He changed the angle of his cock, so that the head of it rubbed a particular spot in me. "Tell me. Say it."
• "I," My voice broke. Another thrust took away the rest of my words.
• He slapped my ass, hard enough to make me cry in pain.
• "Say it, Clara."
• "I like it." I gasped. "I like it, when you use me,"
• "Good girl." He gave me a Mocking praise. "Now take it."
• He started to fuck me even harder, taking his hand from my breast, so that he could reach down for my wet pussy and start rubbing my clit mercilessly in rhythm with his thrusts.
• "You're going to cum on my cock." He hissed. "And you're going to make it so loud that everybody in the building will hear that my assistant gets ruined against the window."
• I came.
• The orgasm tore through me in an instant, hot and clenching, and I sobbed his name against the cold glass. Daxton kept on fucking me through my orgasm, prolonging its aftershocks, with quick and vicious thrusts.
• When he finally came, he let out a low guttural snarl and emptied himself deep inside me in hot and heavy spurts. No condom. There were boxes inside the forgotten bag somewhere behind me.
• After that we stayed silent, breathing heavily and listening to the storm raging outside.
• Then Daxton pulled out slowly. I could feel how his hot cum started to flow down my leg.
• He turned me towards him, with a satisfied smirk on his face, looking at me as if I was a piece of meat.
• He looked at me with desire in his eyes, at the mess between my legs, at the red marks on my hips and breasts.
• "Clean yourself up." His voice returned to the cool and controlled tone of the office. "Then go to the bed. We're not done here."
• He stepped back, absolutely shameless and naked, and walked further into the penthouse as if he didn't just fuck his assistant against the window.
• My legs were weak, and my body throbbed painfully from our sexual intercourse. Shame and want twisted in my guts, but I couldn't say which was stronger.
• I should have picked my clothes and ran away.
• Instead, I walked behind him.