Mara’s POV
My heels clicked against the polished floor of the executive hallway, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the dead silence of the building.
It was exactly midnight. I’d told my husband I had a last-minute crisis at work. He’d kissed me through the phone and said he trusts me and he loves me. The guilt was already choking me, but my p***y was shamefully wet.
Now in the audit room, Marley stood in front of me, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes locked onto me, dark, hungry and in complete control.
“Now get on your knees.”
My face burned with humiliation as I obeyed his instruction. My tight pencil skirt made every movement feel restricted, vulnerable. I slowly sank to my knees on the thick carpet.
“Look at me,” Marley said, his voice low and commanding.
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