Sebastian's grip on Elena's hip tightened for a moment, his dark eyes searching hers in the dim glow of the office lamps. The kiss had left her lips swollen, her breath coming in shallow bursts that did nothing to cool the fire raging inside her. Guilt gnawed at the edges of her desire, Marcus's face flickering in her mind like a ghost she couldn't banish. But Sebastian's presence drowned it out, his body heat seeping through her blouse, making her skin prickle with awareness. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, voice a low rumble that sent shivers racing down her spine. 'Tell me, Elena,' he whispered, his breath hot and teasing. 'What are your darkest desires? The ones you hide from that husband of yours, the ones that keep you up at night.' His words were a demand, laced with the authority he wielded so effortlessly, but there was a raw edge to them—a vulnerability he rarely showed, as if admitting he needed her confession. Elena's heart hammered, her body still pressed against the desk, thighs slick with the evidence of her arousal. She should pull away, end this madness before it consumed her. But the power in his voice, the way he challenged her to bare herself, ignited something reckless. She tilted her head, meeting his gaze with a defiant spark, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest—enough to feel the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt, but not enough to give him what he wanted. 'You think you can just demand that, Mr. Vale?' she murmured, her voice husky, teasing. 'What makes you think I have any secrets worth sharing? Maybe I'm perfectly content with my life... with my husband.' The words were a lie, sharp on her tongue, but they thickened the tension between them, the air crackling like static before a storm. Sebastian's jaw clenched, his hand sliding up her side, thumb grazing the underside of her breast through the thin fabric. He hated this game, the way she made him chase, but it fueled him, made the want sharper. 'Don't play coy with me,' he growled, his free hand cupping her chin, forcing her to hold his stare. 'I see it in you—the hunger for more than safe touches and predictable nights. Admit it. Let me hear you say what you crave.' His touch was firm, possessive, yet there was a tenderness in the way he held her, as if he sensed the war inside her and wanted to coax her surrender. She bit her lip, the sting of it grounding her amid the whirlwind of emotions. Loyalty to Marcus pulled at her, a heavy weight, but Sebastian's intensity was a drug, promising the recognition she starved for. 'Perhaps,' she whispered, her voice breathy, 'I crave someone who sees me—who pushes me until I break.' Her words hung between them, teasing, not quite a full confession, but enough to make his eyes darken with triumph and need. With a low sound of approval, Sebastian released her chin and took her hand, his fingers interlacing with hers in a grip that brooked no argument. He guided her across the office, away from the desk, toward the oversized leather chair by the window. The city lights blurred outside, a distant world that couldn't touch them here. Elena's pulse thrummed in her ears, her body yielding to his lead even as her mind raced. He sat first, pulling her down onto his lap, her skirt riding up her thighs as she straddled him. The leather creaked beneath them, cool against her skin where it exposed her. His hands roamed now, firm and deliberate—one settling at the small of her back, pressing her closer so she felt the rigid length of his cock straining against his slacks, hot and insistent against her core. The other hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. 'Good girl,' he murmured, his lips trailing kisses along her neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. The touch blurred the line between pain and pleasure—a sharp bite followed by the soothing swipe of his tongue, making her gasp and arch into him. Submission wove through her veins, intoxicating, as his dominance wrapped around her like a vice she didn't want to escape. Elena's hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in through the fabric, a mix of resistance and surrender. The guilt surged again, hot and bitter, thinking of Marcus at home, trusting her completely. But Sebastian's mouth moved lower, unbuttoning her blouse with deft fingers, exposing the lace of her bra. He palmed her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked hard and aching, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy. She rocked against him instinctively, the friction drawing a moan from her throat—raw, needy. 'Sebastian,' she breathed, the name slipping out like a confession, her control fracturing. He growled in response, his hips bucking up to meet her movement, the pressure building a delicious ache. 'That's it,' he said, voice rough with restraint. 'Give in to me. Let me take what's mine.' His hand slipped under her skirt, fingers tracing the edge of her panties, teasing the damp fabric before pressing against her clit through it. The touch was firm, circling with just enough pressure to make her whimper, pain from the building tension mingling with waves of ecstasy. Power and submission intertwined, her body his to command, yet in his eyes, she saw the obsession mirroring her own—a man who craved her fire as much as he wanted to tame it. Elena's resolve shattered, her hips grinding down harder, chasing the release he dangled before her. She surrendered fully, head falling back as his fingers pushed her panties aside, sliding through her wetness to circle her entrance. The intrusion was slow, deliberate, stretching her with two fingers that curled just right, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Pleasure bordered on overwhelming, a sweet sting that had her clenching around him, moans spilling freely now. Guilt faded to a dull throb, drowned by the craving, the way he claimed her inch by inch. Sebastian watched her unravel, his own need pulsing hot and urgent, but he held back, savoring her submission. 'You're mine tonight,' he whispered, thrusting his fingers deeper, his thumb working her clit in rhythm. Elena's world narrowed to his touch, the leather chair cradling their bodies as the city watched indifferently. The intensity built, coiling tight, promising more forbidden nights where desire would eclipse everything else.
