~Louisa's POV~
His rough hands pinned my wrists above my head, the cold metal of the elevator wall biting into my back as Gaston's mouth crashed against mine.
'That's it, you greedy girl,' he growled, his fingers plunging deep inside me, curling just right to make my hips buck wildly. I gasped, my body betraying every ounce of ambition I'd clung to, as his thumb circled my c**t with merciless precision.
The wine from dinner swirled in my veins, mixing with the forbidden heat pooling between my thighs. He dropped to his knees, yanking my dress up, and buried his face in my p***y, tongue lashing like he owned it, because in that moment, he did.
'Scream for Daddy if you want that promotion,' he murmured against my slick folds, sucking hard enough to make my vision blur from the thrill.
