He whirls me around so my back is to his front. One hand wraps lightly around my throat, his mouth going to my neck, sucking the sensitive skin where it meets my shoulder. His other hand yanks up my dress and dives inside my panties, the heat of his skin a brand against my slick folds.

I jerk against him when he cups me. A whimper escapes my throat when he parts me, exploring my slippery flesh. He plunges a finger inside my narrow channel and my body responds of its own volition, my hips tilting, trying to take him deeper.

“So wet,” he whispers against my skin. “So fuckin’ tight.” Another finger joins the first, stretching me, pumping hard and fast, while his mouth takes mine again. There’s nothing gentle about this, and all I want is more.

Brutal pleasure builds inside me, twisting and coiling, pressure swelling out from my center, and when his thumb finds my clit, circling, pressing, then rolling, I shoot over the edge with shocking speed. My pussy clamps down hard on his fingers as the orgasm sears through me, rolling over me in waves.

When I go limp against him, he doesn’t release me. “Last chance,” he says, his voice rough, deeper than normal. I can feel him against my back, hard and heavy. “You want to walk away, tell me now.” I tighten around his fingers, and he growls. “That your answer?”

Leaving is the only sane thing to do, but it’s not going to happen. I turn my head back and up to look him in the eyes. “Take me, Kosta.”

Heat flares from him like a volcano going supernova, if such a thing were possible. I’m melting for him even before he kisses me again, hard and deep. Breaking off, he pushes me over to his desk and down, so I’m bent over, my hands braced against the sleek black surface.

His hands yank my panties down, then press against the insides of my thighs, forcing my legs apart. He’s kneeling behind me, and one hand pushes my dress up out of the way before I feel his mouth on me.

“Oh god! Kosta!” He eats me like it’s his last meal, lips and tongue and teeth devouring me with single-minded focus. Need hollows me out, scrapes my nerves with the razor’s edge of craving. “Please, baby. Inside me.”

He doesn’t stop, but sucks my clit into his mouth and uses his teeth on me. Only after I come apart against him does he stand, turning me, boosting me onto the desk and tugging my panties the rest of the way off.

I lick my lips as he unzips and frees himself. It wasn’t my imagination; he’s as big as he felt against my back, thick and beautiful. Wrapping my hand around him, I start to slide off the desk so I can sink to my knees. Cait was right; I can’t wait to worship him with my mouth.

But Kosta stops me. “Later, carina.” I don’t say a word, just let him see the hunger on my face. His eyes darken. “I’m looking forward to seeing your lips wrapped around my cock, baby, but right now I want to be inside you.”

I can’t argue with that. So I don’t. When he pulls out a condom, I say, “I’m on the pill.”

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, sliding a hand into my hair. “You sure?” I nod, and he leans down to give me a kiss that’s tender and seductive at the same time. Taking himself in hand, he rubs his cock against me, coating himself in my wetness.

“Oh, god,” I moan, my head going back. “You feel so good.”

“So do you, babe.” Then he’s nudging at my entrance, his eyes hot on mine, and I wrap my legs around him as he starts to press inside me. He slides in slowly, big and hot, pausing to let me adjust to his girth. Finally he’s buried inside me, and I want to stay like this forever.

“Fuck,” he grits out. “Love your cunt, baby. The way you grip me, so tight, it’s beautiful.” His eyes roam to the place where our bodies join, then back again. “Pull your dress down, babe. I want to watch you play with your tits while I fuck you.”

At that, I spasm around him. “Greedy little snatch,” he says, his voice rough. “I love it.” He watches while I tug my dress down below my bra, then free my breasts. “Good, babe. Now lie back for me and twist those nipples. I want them nice and stiff.”

“Baby,” I moan as I obey. His dirty talk, his commands — so damn hot. This kind of bossiness totally works for me. I cup a breast in each hand, flicking my thumbs over the nipples, teasing them to taut peaks, then rolling them between thumb and forefinger.

Kosta pulls back until just the tip of his cock is inside me, then fills me again. “Oh god,” I say. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop.” He speeds up just a little, his gaze intent on me. “I want to fuck you hard, babe, but don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.” I want him to do whatever he wants to me. Anything and everything.

“It’s too much, you tell me. Yeah?”

“Okay, baby.” Even if he hurts me I won’t care, but I don’t tell him that.

His hips start to piston, his hands jerking me forward to meet him with each thrust. My breasts jiggle as the air fills with our scent, with the sound of our bodies meeting, of him driving in and out of me.

The friction of his cock against my sensitive inner ridges drives me mad. He’s rubbing against every slippery inch of me, each stroke making pleasure radiate out from my core. “More, Kosta,” I beg him. “Please.”

“Fuck, baby.” He gives me more, hard and fast, pounding into me. “You’re fuckin’ perfect. Can’t get enough of you.”

Pressure builds in me, sensation rushing through me to gather in my center and spiral back out again, higher and higher, pushing me toward the pinnacle. I’m hovering on the verge of release, reaching down for my clit to send myself over the top. “Fuck yeah,” Kosta grunts. “Come all over my cock, baby.”

Everything in me gathers, tightens, then bursts outward as I come harder than I ever have in my life. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, as the climax wracks me, wave after wave of ecstasy.

I’m still coming when there’s a knock at the door. My eyes go wide. Before I can say anything, Kosta leans down, still drilling into me, and puts his hand over my mouth. I can see it in his face, the knowledge that he didn’t lock the door, that whoever’s in the hall might open it and walk in on us.

Another knock. His gaze locks on mine, holding me captive while he spears into me. The command is as clear as if he’d spoken it: he’s not stopping, and neither am I. And the impossible magic of his cock, and the force of his will, is that I can feel another orgasm bearing down on me like a freight train. We might have an audience any second now and my body does. not. care.

“Do it,” Kosta whispers, and my back bows as another climax, even more violent than the first, rips through me. He uncovers my mouth so he can grip both my hips, fucking me like a jackhammer, and I stuff a hand in there to keep from screaming so loud the whole city hears me.

I’m still trembling with the aftershocks when he finds his own release. My eyes roll back in my head as he fills me. He slows, but he’s still moving, staring into my eyes, as if he can’t bear to be done. Finally, he stops on an in stroke, buried deep inside me, and touches his forehead to mine.

The knocking comes again. “Boss?” a voice says. Kosta kisses me softly, regret stamped on his features. “Don’t move,” he whispers, and pulls free.

I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m sprawled on his desk, sticky and spent and blissful. There’s murmured conversation at a distance, and I turn my head to see that Kosta has the door open just a crack, shielding me with his body from whoever’s in the hall.

The door clicks shut and then he’s back, looking down at me. I smile at him. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he says softly, but doesn’t move to touch me.

“Got stuff to do?” I say, my voice thick with afterglow.

“Always stuff to do, babe.” He braces his hands on the desk, leaning over me, eyes warm. “Nothing I want to be doing as much as I want to be inside you again.”

Sated as I am, his words send a new buzz of libidinal energy through me. My eyes go half-lidded; his go dark. He slides a hand up my leg and there’s another knock.

“What now,” he mutters. Giving me an apologetic squeeze, he goes back to the door. I don’t even look this time, secure in the knowledge that he’ll keep me safe.

“Marco,” he says in greeting. A man’s voice comes, indistinct, and then Kosta says, “Are you shitting me?” My happy mood shatters at the ugly timbre of his voice. Whatever he’s just been told has taken him well beyond the normal bounds of anger.

More words from Marco, and then Kosta shuts the door and comes back to me. The look in his eyes shocks me. It makes me want to cry, to take him in my arms and beg him not to carry out whatever dark deed is lurking there.

“Baby,” I breathe, sorrow rising in my chest like a flood, and he bends to give me a quick, hard kiss.

“I gotta go see to something. Wait here, all right? I won’t be long.”

“Bathroom?” I say quickly, hoping he has his own.

“Yeah, right there.” He points to a door I hadn’t noticed before, set into the far wall. “Back soon, babe.” Then he’s out the door, closing it behind him.

I climb off the desk and totter on my trembling legs to the bathroom, where I clean up as quickly as possible. When I come back out I’m drawn, as if by a magnet, to the bank of windows looking out over the club.