I didn’t care if I was crossing lines. I didn’t give a fuck if I should have stayed away, reminding myself she was my employee. I wanted Britta like a fucking fiend needing his next fix, and I wasn’t going to deny myself. I wasn’t going to practice self-control, not when I had her right here in front of me, her desire for me clear.

Truth was I wanted her to know that she was mine, that I would destroy anything or anyone who tried to tell me differently. Being locked away these last ten years, even though it was my own doing, had made me hardened. It had changed me, made me the beast everyone already thought I was.

Instinct controlled me and I found myself moving closer to her. She moved a step back, maybe slightly afraid, maybe because she didn’t know what I had planned. But this primal need was dictating what I did, propelling me forward until I wasn’t myself. And then I was right in front of her. I pulled her close to me and she gasped. I loved that sound, and wanted to hear her make it again when I was balls deep in her.

Emotions slammed into me, and I knew this wasn’t about me wanting to control her, to own her. I wanted her as mine, no doubt about it, but I wanted her to know that I was hers too. This was fast, fucking crazy in all senses of the word. But it was real, and I hadn’t felt anything like this before.

I should have been gentle, taken my time, made this a slow burn, but I couldn’t. I was too selfish for her, too primed for a taste of Britta.

And I’d have her, every fucking part of her.

The air heated, becoming thick, her arousal clear. Everything in me said to pull her against me and claim her mouth with mine, to just plunge my tongue between her lips and taste her flavor.

“Come here.”

And then she stepped toward me, obeying me so fucking well.

“I don’t want to fight this.” She looked at me with wide eyes. “I just want you to be with me, to douse this fire burning within me.”

I wouldn’t be extinguishing anything. I’d be making those flames burn brighter, hotter.

My cock jerked, and I knew I couldn’t deny myself any longer. My body became tighter, every part of me ready to finally claim her. I inhaled, taking her very scent into my body, memorizing it. I moved closer to her so we were only a foot apart.

“The moment I saw you I knew you were mine.” That was the cold, hard fucking truth, and she deserved to know. I smoothed my finger over her bottom lip and felt her tremble. I loved that she had this reaction to me. She reached out and curled her hands around my biceps, pulling me closer. She was breathing harder, her pupils dilated. “You want me, want what we can have with each other?” I wanted to hear her say it, tell me what she desired.

She was silent for a second, but then nodded. “Yes. I want what you have to give me.”

I moved closer, inhaling deeply, taking in her scent.

“I need you.” Her voice was soft, laced with her arousal.

I started breathing harder, my cock like a piece of granite between my thighs. I had her up in my arms seconds later, and moved toward my room. I’d take her in my bed, surrounded by the scent of me. I wanted it covering her, like a mark of ownership.

Once she was on the mattress I took in the sight of her. I’d worship every part of her, make her scream out for more, beg for it to never end. “I need you naked, bared for me.”

She was breathing damn hard, but she did what I wanted, got undressed and showed me every intimate part of her. I stood there for long moments just staring at her. “Show me all of you,” I said with this hoarse voice that was more animalistic than human.

And she did just that.

A harsh groan left me at the sight of her pussy on display. Go slow. Make this good for her. Yet I found myself on my knees before her, my hands on her inner thighs keeping her legs spread, and my gaze trained on her pretty pink cunt. She smelled so good, and I had no doubt she tasted just as sweet. My cock was pressed against the zipper of my slacks. I needed the motherfucker out. I moved up her body so our mouths were only an inch apart.

“Oh. God, Rofus,” she whispered, her mouth brushing against mine as she spoke.

I got off on her saying my name. I lowered my gaze to her chest, saw her breasts rise and fall with her increased breathing. My mouth watered, my cock growing harder. I wanted her like a fiend. “I need to taste you.”

A small noise of need left her, and I knew she needed this as much as I did.