He slaps my arse cheek. Hard. The slap reverberates in the silence of the office and I gasp as the sting registers. But it’s not because of the pain. It’s because of the clenching of my thighs that came with the pain.
What in the actual hell? There’s definitely something wrong with me.
“Your habit of not answering my questions will have to change.” His cock meets my entrance and my hands grip the table.
This is happening.
This is happening.
I close my eyes, trying to think of important things like birth control. Okay, I’m on the pill. Phew.
No. I shouldn’t be happy that I’m on the pill. I should think of why this can’t happen and that I need to stop it.
Nothing comes to mind. Absolute desert.
“Anyone could walk in on us. Did you know that?” he murmurs in a sadistic tone.
My gaze snaps to the door. It’s not locked. Papa or Frederic or one of their friends could come in here to use the phone any second. They’ll see us like this.
Why doesn’t that terrify me as much as it should?
Cole tightens his hand around my nape. “Maybe that will ruin the wedding.”
“No, I don’t want that.”
“Oh, but you do. You’ve been wishing for it for weeks, Butterfly. You’re not as good a girl as you make everyone believe you are.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re fake, but not with me. Never with me.”
“Shut the fuck up, Cole.”
“Uh-oh, Miss Prim and Proper is cursing.”
“I hate you. I hate you so much.”
“You know, I was going to wait until they broke up to make you mine, but they made this decision.” He leans over so that he covers my back, then wraps his hand around my hair and fists it tightly. “And I made mine.”
He thrusts into me in one ruthless go.
I cry out, my eyes screwing shut as the pain stabs me.
Oh, God.
It doesn’t matter how wet I am. He’s big and I’m too tight. It hurts.
“Fuck.” He stops before I feel his warm breaths on my skin. “This is your first time?”
“Obviously, dickhead,” I strain, my voice trembling.
“Open your eyes.”
“No.”
“Silver, open your fucking eyes.”
“Just get it over with.”
“Silver,” he warns.
I know he doesn’t use that tone a lot, if ever, so I slowly peel my lids open. My breathing cracks when I find him staring down at me.
If I expected pity, there’s none. Instead, there’s a hint of concern, but most of all, his eyes shine with a possessiveness so tangible, I can taste it on my tongue.
“I’m your first,” he says with what seems like awe.
I nod, even though he didn’t ask a question.
“Why am I your first?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Liar.” He starts moving inside me and I grip the edge of the table tighter as he rocks his hips gently.
He’s letting me get used to his size and to his rhythm. Oh, wow. I never thought there would be this side to Cole.
Soon enough, the initial sensation goes away and it’s almost…pleasurable.
A whimper falls from my lips when Cole releases my hair, then massages my clit. The pain vanishes, and a wave pulls me under.
His pace picks up with every stroke of his fingers. A loud sob tears through the air, and I realise it’s mine as I fall apart.
I didn’t even last a minute.
My orgasm engulfs me until all I can recognise is him at my back, in me, all around me.
Cole holds my nape to the table and fucks me hard and wild. He fucks me like he’s taking all the previous years out on me with each of his ruthless thrusts.
I fall again, or maybe it’s the first fall bleeding into the second one. I can’t see straight, let alone think right now.
All I can do is feel him — his power, his presence, his need for more that mirrors mine.
He doesn’t stop.
Not when I’m moaning or whimpering or sobbing my orgasm. It’s not until I can’t stand and am nearly ready to collapse that he pulls out of me. A hot liquid drips between my legs, and I close my eyes, soaking in the sensation.
Still holding me by the neck, Cole gathers the cum that’s dripped from me and fucks it inside me with two surprisingly gentle fingers until I’m nearly begging for another orgasm.
I’m sore and feel used, but at the same time, I still want more.
So much more.
The realisation of what I’ve done hits me right there with my head against Papa’s conference table.
I betrayed my own principles. My beliefs. My parents.
And it’s all because of him.
Cole.
He used me and ruined me beyond repair.
And I know, I just know, that from now on, nothing will ever be the same.
“Happy birthday, Butterfly,” he whispers against my ear. “You’re now mine.”