Her red hair doesn’t even begin to do justice to her temper. Keira Kilgore has a fierce fighting spirit, the likes of which I’ve never seen in a woman.

Her little middle-finger salute will earn her a punishment—her least favorite kind, I’m coming to realize. No orgasm. Then she’ll curse me, and I’ll have another reason to bend her over my lap and spank the round ass currently filled with a plug that’s still smaller than my dick, but we’re getting her stretched out.

Soon.

But first, I’m going to get something I’ve been waiting for since that very first night.

I lower myself back into my chair and nod at the floor between my spread legs. The flare of rebellion in her green gaze tells me that she has plans for me.

It’s exactly the test I need to prove to myself that no matter what happens, she doesn’t have the power to distract me from my business.

She is not a weakness, I vow as she hits her knees. I already feel triumph flowing in my veins as I unbuckle the gag from around the back of her head.

She stretches her jaw one way and then the other, no doubt stiff from wearing a gag for the first time, but I swear it won’t be the last. I don’t always need Keira mouthing off to tell me what she thinks of me; I can read it in her every expression. She has no shield. No mask. Everything is transparent on her face.

Right now, she’s thinking she can destroy my concentration and steal my control.

Never going to happen, hellion.

She does surprise me when she doesn’t attempt to speak. Maybe it’s the Spanish-accented words coming through the phone that I continue to answer with rote responses, or maybe it’s because she’s just that intent on her task. Either way, my quads tense when she flips open the button on my slacks, slides down the zipper, and my dick bobs free. Her red hair spills forward around her face, hiding my cock and her mouth from view.

Fuck that.

I’m going to watch as she takes every inch of me down her throat, even if I have to stand and guide it myself, teaching her the tricks to tame her gag reflex.

I bury my hands in her hair, pulling it away from her face as I help guide her movements. She laves the head of my dick with her tongue, and her unpracticed technique fills me with that same conqueror mentality I had when she admitted she’d never tried anal play.

How does it feel to be corrupted, Keira? I don’t ask the question aloud, instead asking it with my eyes, but she misses the taunt because her full attention is on my cock. I’m not about to complain about that.

What she lacks in skill, she makes up for with enthusiasm as she attempts to take me deep for the first time. She doesn’t come close to taking all of me. She tongues my cock as she retreats, and then jacks me off with her hand when she has to take a breath.

Fuck me if her clear inexperience doesn’t make me harder and push me to come faster than the most skilled mistress I’ve ever had.

My attention drifts away from the call as she tries to take me deeper each time, but gags before she swallows another inch.

Fuck.

Call be damned.

One of the men on the other end of the call asks me a question, and I reach out and slap a button to hang up.

The Mexicans will be pissed, but I don’t give a shit. Right now, all I care about is feeding my thick cock down my little Irish hellion’s throat.

Her head jerks up when I end the call, the head of my dick leaving her mouth with a pop, but I shake my head.

“You’re not even close to finished, not until you take it all the way.”

Her jaw drops, her mouth wide, no doubt ready to protest, but I take advantage by wrapping one hand around her face and holding her mouth open with my thumb.

“Every single fucking inch of my cock is going down your throat before you leave this room. You understand me?”

Her eyes flash with defiance that just makes my dick harder. I lay my other hand on her cheek, cupping her jaw with both palms.

“I’m gonna fuck your face, and you’re going to take it like the dirty girl we both know you are. If you say one word to argue with me, I’ll flip you over on this desk, take that plug out, and finish in your tight little ass.”

Instead of fear, which would have been an understandable reaction, her pupils dilate and she squeezes her thighs together, dropping a hand from my knee to reach between them.

“Touch that pussy, and I’ll clamp your clit beneath your piercing and make you scream for mercy while I deny you orgasm after orgasm.” My threat freezes her movements, and I continue. “Put your hand back on my knee.”

Defiance flares again in her expression but she complies, and her obedience spurs me on.

“Have you ever had your face properly fucked?”

She swallows, and shakes her head.

I tuck my thumbs into both corners of her mouth, forcing her jaw open. “Good. Because I’m about to teach you, and later, there will definitely be a test.”

When I open her mouth, she sweeps her tongue across her lips, wetting the tips of my thumbs in the process.

“That’s right, make sure those dick-sucking lips are slick, because your lesson is about to start.”

I rise, my hands still guiding her jaw open, but I angle my dick down as I push it into the hot, wet heaven of her mouth. Keira groans on my cock, and the vibrations carry straight through to my balls.

When my phone rings again, I rip the cord out of it.

No more interruptions.

Fuck the rest of the world, because I’m going to come down Keira Kilgore’s throat.

For months, I’ve tortured myself with thoughts of her being touched by another man, knowing that eventually, I’d have her at my mercy. Now the time has come, I’m glad she’s untrained. It means that douchebag Hyde didn’t tend to her properly, which is why every single one of my encounters with her has been so explosive.

Keira needs a real man to show her what she’s been missing out on, and I’m here to handle the job . . . and her.