She tasted sweet, and it wrecked him.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled, lifting her off her feet. She yelped as he carried her into the first room, his office, kicking the door shut behind them.
The desk was closest—he didn’t hesitate, slamming her down onto the polished wood.
Lena’s breath hitched, her fingers scrambling against his shoulders as she tried to gain control over her body and reactions.
“Zayn—!”
“Shut up!” he commanded her in a heavy voice.
His palm found her thigh, hiking her dress up in one rough motion.
The damp lace of her panties pressed against his fingers, and he groaned, dragging them aside. She was already slick, already his.
He didn’t wait.
Didn’t ask.
His c**k was out in seconds, thick and aching, and when he speared into her in one brutal
