Chapter 333 Wrecked For Her Ch1

• The sound of skin slapping filled the office. His office. The corner suite overlooking the city, where men came to beg and women came to bend.
• Right now, a brunette was bent over his desk, hands gripping the edge, heels digging into the carpet. He pounded into her with the same ruthless rhythm he brought to every meeting—fast, relentless, unapologetic. Her moans echoed off the glass windows, loud enough the whole damn floor could probably hear.
• He didn’t care. He never did.