Chapter 84 - 0084: Damn Him To Hell (r18+)

Chapter 84: Chapter 0084: Damn Him To Hell (r18+)

Elena’s Point Of View

I glared down at him from behind my desk, desperately trying to project an air of ice-cold, aristocratic outrage, but my entire body betrayed me. My skin was burning, my chest was heaving beneath my ruined cream silk blouse, and between my thighs, I was still dripping wet, humming with the electric aftermath of the orgasm he had just forced out of me.

"Don’t even think about it, Jaxx," I started, my voice raspy and trembling as I tried to pull my high-waisted trousers fully back into place. "You’ve had your dark little thrill. Now get out of my office before..."

The words choked violently in my throat.

The heavy, metallic click of his belt buckle snapping open echoed through the dead silence of the executive suite like a gunshot.

My stomach plummeted straight to the floor. My eyes widened in pure, unadulterated panic as I watched his long, calloused fingers deliberately pull the black leather strap free from the silver loops.

"What... what the hell do you think you’re doing?" I whispered, my voice sounding embarrassingly thin, entirely stripped of its corporate authority.

Jaxx didn’t answer right away. He stood up from his knees, towering over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the morning sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His dark smirk deepened into something wicked and utterly ruthless.

"Collecting my reward, Bambina," he drawled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent a shudder straight down my spine.

"Your reward?" I spat, trying to scramble backward in my executive chair. "Are you completely insane?! You just ate me out while two of my department directors were standing three feet away! That was your reward!"

"That was just the appetizer, sweetheart," Jaxx purred, his fingers moving to the button of his dark trousers. "You think I spent twenty minutes crouching in the dark under a desk, listening to you pretend to be a big, bad executive while my mouth was soaked in your sweet mess, just to walk out of here hungry?"

"Jaxx, no! Listen to me..."

With a slow, deliberate tug of his zipper, he freed himself.

My lips parted before my brain could construct a single defensive thought. The breath was stolen completely from my lungs.

"Holy..." I stopped myself dead, a wave of blistering heat climbing up my neck to scorch my cheeks. My lips trembled around the obscene, forbidden word I didn’t dare finish aloud.

God.

He was thick, heavy, terrifyingly veined, and completely obscene standing there in the middle of my sleek, sunlit corporate office. I had never seen him exposed like this in broad daylight... raw, uncut, and dominant.

He was massive. So much bigger than my panic-stricken imagination had pictured during our late-night phone call. For several excruciating seconds, I just stared like a helpless fool, my pulse hammering in my throat like a frantic drum, my eyes locked on the dark length resting in his palm.

Jaxx caught my helpless stare, of course he did. His dark eyes glinted with merciless satisfaction, his voice dropping into a low, velvet mock.

"On your knees, Bambina."

I snapped my head up, shooting him a furious glare, desperately squeezing my quivering thighs together beneath the desk to hide the humiliating way my body was reacting. "Excuse me? What did you just say to me?"

"Don’t play dense with me, Elena," he murmured, his thumb rubbing lazily over the dark tip of his length, his gaze pinning me to the leather chair like a mounted butterfly. "I know you heard me. And I’m sure this pretty, soft mouth of yours can do a hell of a lot more than just cuss at me and bark orders at your little workers."

"I am the CEO of this firm!" I hissed, my hands gripping the armrests so hard the leather groaned. "I don’t take commands from you! I don’t bow down to anyone!"

"You bowed down on the phone last night," Jaxx reminded me, taking one heavy step closer, his shadow completely enveloping me. "You begged me on the phone last night. You cried my name into your pillow while your pathetic husband was sleeping down the hall. Now get down here and show me how grateful you are that I didn’t let Marcus and Sarah catch you soaking wet."

A wave of intense, confusing heat shot through my core. Every shred of my pride, my status, and my upper-class upbringing screamed at me to hit the panic button under my desk, to scream for security, to slap his arrogant face. But my body completely betrayed me.

As if pulled by invisible, irresistible chains, my knees slid off the edge of the leather seat and hit the soft rug before my brain could even process the movement. The expensive fabric of my trousers brushed against the floor as I splayed my knees, sinking down right between his boots.

Jaxx let out a deep, sinful chuckle that vibrated right through the air. "See? Look at that. Good girl. Easy peasy."

"Shut up," I snapped, though there was zero venom left in my breath. "I hate you. I utterly hate you."

"Keep talking dirty to me while you’re down there," he drawled, his hand resting on the top of my head, his thick fingers tangling possessively into my carefully styled hair. "Let’s see if that mouth is as tight as your sweet little cunt was."

I wanted to bite him. I wanted to tear that arrogant grin right off his gorgeous, scarred face. But as I looked up from the floor, trembling, my lips naturally parted.

My eyes flicked helplessly from his dark, burning gaze down to the thick, pulsing iron held in his hand. My pride was screaming in agony, but the raw, unhinged pull of his dangerous masculinity completely drowned it out.

His gaze pinned me... sharp, unyielding, possessive. I felt simultaneously cornered like prey and worshiped like a goddess beneath his stare. My hand lifted slowly, trembling violently in the air, hovering for a fraction of a second as if I were about to touch open flame. When my manicured fingers finally wrapped around his thick shaft, the sheer, scorching heat of him made my entire body shiver.

I swallowed hard, my throat bobbing as I leaned my face closer.

The very first taste of him on the tip of my tongue... salty, musky, pre-cum mixed with the raw, heavy scent of male aggression, hit my senses like a physical shockwave. A soft, pathetic whimper escaped my lips before I could lock my teeth.

"Fuck..." Jaxx hissed through his teeth, his head tipping back slightly, his free hand slamming flat against the edge of my glass desk until his knuckles turned stark white.

The sheer, staggering power of his physical reaction... it made something deep inside my psyche snap. This was no longer just about obeying a dangerous man who had cornered me in my sanctuary.

I wanted him completely undone. I wanted this unhinged monster shaking, broken open, and gasping for air the exact same way he had left me minutes ago.

I went slower at first, using the soft flat of my tongue to drag slow, wet strokes from the base of his shaft all the way up to the sensitive tip, savoring the way his breathing instantly turned ragged and shallow.

His hand tightened in my dark hair, his fingers pulling my head back slightly to force my eyes to meet his. He guided my movement, but there was nothing gentle about his grip... it was absolute, unyielding control.

"Take it, Elena," he growled down at me, his eyes dark as pitch. "Open that pretty mouth and take all of me."

Inch by agonizing inch, I parted my lips wider and pushed forward, taking his broad head past my teeth, sliding him over my tongue until the thick head reached the very back of my throat. My neck muscles seized, my throat tightening at its absolute physical limit.

I let out a choked gag, reflexively trying to pull back, but Jaxx’s hips instantly snapped forward, driving himself deeper into my mouth, completely burying his length to the root.

"Mmgh!"

The choked sound that tore from me was half shock, half pure, unadulterated arousal. Tears of reflex pricked at the corners of my eyes, spilling over my lashes to streak down my cheeks, but deep between my legs, my core throbbed with a violent, terrifying heat, soaking right through my clothes.

The absolute humiliation of kneeling on my office floor, the utter submission to his heavy hands in my hair, the filthy taste of him, it all blurred into one dizzying, intoxicating rush of adrenaline.

I began to work my mouth around him, swallowing past the obstruction, my throat contracting around his shaft in tight, rhythmic pulses. The deep vibrations of my breath caused Jaxx to let out a low, guttural roar that echoed softly against the soundproof walls.

My thighs pressed tightly together, desperate for friction, because I was practically dripping wet just from the raw sensation of him taking total ownership of my body.

Jaxx forced himself to look down at me then, his dark eyes heavily hooded, his lips curling into a triumphant, wicked smile despite the sweat glistening on his forehead.

"Look at you," he rasped out, his voice fraying at the edges as his hips maintained a slow, punishing thrust into my mouth. "Sucking me like your life depends on it. Seems like you’re the one enjoying this even more than I am, Bambina."

His arrogant words made my cheeks flame with fiery embarrassment, making my entire frame tremble against his knees. But instead of pulling away, a dirty, rebellious thrill surged through me. I moaned harder around his thick length, my throat working greedily, my hand sliding up and down the exposed root that my mouth couldn’t accommodate.

"Fuck... yes, just like that!" Jaxx growled out, his hands leaving my hair to grip my bare shoulders, holding me firmly against him as his composure completely began to unravel. "Stroke it, Elena... fuck, suck me clean..."

I accelerated the rhythm, my hand pumping fast and desperate at the base while my mouth sucked tightly around his head, intent on completely destroying his iron self-control. His hips began to buck faster, jerking deep into my throat in hard, desperate thrusts, and I let him.

I wanted him right there. I wanted to give him every single drop of my control, to strip away his cool, cocky demeanor until he was just an animal consuming me.

"Bambina..." he groaned out my name, his voice raw, undone, and wrecked, sounding as if it were being torn directly from the depths of his soul. His hands fisted violently back into my hair, anchoring my face flush against his groin as his massive frame began to shake with the onset of his peak.

Then, with a final, broken, animalistic growl, Jaxx snapped his hips forward and spilled heavy and hot deep down the back of my throat.

A searing, thick wave filled my mouth, overwhelming my senses. My eyes widened in shock at the sheer volume and warmth of it, but I didn’t pull back. I swallowed greedily, my throat working in rhythmic gulps, taking every single drop he gave me, refusing to let a single trace spill past my lips.

When he finally released his grip on my hair and allowed me to pull back, my chest was heaving, my lips wet and swollen. I looked up at him through heavy, tear-laced lashes, slowly extending my tongue to lick the remaining beads off his length—slow, deliberate, my eyes never leaving his blown-out pupils.

His breathing was harsh, ragged, and violent, his chest rising and falling beneath his black shirt as if he had just fought for his life.

Jaxx reached down, grabbing my arms, and pulled me up off the floor in one effortless motion. He cupped my flushed cheek in his broad hand, his thumb brushing gently over the damp, swollen corner of my mouth, a gesture that was somehow profoundly reverent and intensely rough all at once.

"That," he whispered hoarsely, his deep voice entirely frayed at the edges, "was the sweetest fucking reward I’ve ever tasted in my entire life."

Jaxx’s heavy arms stayed locked firmly around my waist, pulling my body flush against his chest, his grip solid and possessive like he had zero intention of ever letting me go. I stayed frozen in his embrace for a second too long, my breath still shaky, my knees tingling like jelly, my core still throbbing violently where his tongue had made an absolute mockery of my pride just moments earlier.

He leaned in close, his stubble scraping deliciously against my skin as he brushed a soft, lingering kiss over my jawline. And then, as if he had all the time in the world and owned every inch of the building, he lifted my right hand between our chests.

"What are you..." I began, my voice breathy and weak, but the words died instantly in my throat.

Without a word, Jaxx brought two of my fingers to his mouth, sliding them past his lips. Deep. Slow. Wet. He sucked the wetness of my own body off my skin, his dark, intense eyes locking onto mine, refusing to let me look away. I let out a low, strangled gasp as heat flooded straight back down to my thighs all over again.

When he finally released my fingers with a soft, deliberate pop, he grinned down at me like sin incarnate. "I could taste you all day long, Bambina."

The sheer audacity of him broke through my daze. I lifted my left hand and slapped his broad chest with a sharp thwack. "Get the hell out of here before I murder you!"

Jaxx chuckled low, cocky, and completely unbothered by my weak hit. "Fine, fine. I’ll leave you alone to concentrate on your very important corporate work..."

He paused, stepping back slightly, his hand sliding down to brush a slow, deliberate finger across the damp, warm edge of my inner thigh through my trousers before finally standing to his full, maddening height.

"...Even though we both know you’re not going to get a single fucking thing done today with the way your legs are still trembling."

I scoffed loudly, crossing my arms over my ruined silk blouse in a futile attempt to regain my dignity, my cheeks burning like hot coals. "You’re completely impossible! An unhinged, manipulative bastard!"

Jaxx casually tucked himself back into his trousers, zipped them up, and buckled his leather belt with smooth, practiced ease. He bent forward just slightly, adjusting his collar, his eyes trailing appreciatively over my disheveled hair and flushed face.

"And you’re an absolute vision when you’re completely ruined, Elena," he murmured, his voice dipping into a dark, seductive promise. "I might just make a habit out of this... dropping by to ruin you in all the places where you pretend to have control."

He turned, strode casually toward the heavy mahogany door, and pulled it open. Just before stepping out into the quiet hallway, he paused, looking back over his shoulder with a devilish, sinful grin that should have been classified as a criminal weapon.

"Later, baby."

Click.

The heavy door shut behind him, the lock catching with a finality that echoed through the vast, silent room.

The moment he was gone, the artificial strength holding my posture together vanished. My knees completely gave out. I collapsed heavily back into my executive leather chair, my chest heaving up and down, my heart hammering against my ribs as if I had just run a marathon in high heels.

The room still smelled of him... dark tobacco, expensive leather, raw sex, and his intoxicating cedarwood cologne lingering thick in the air. Between my legs, my body was still aching, wet, and shivering with the undeniable proof of what I had just done on my own office floor while my staff worked right outside.

I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face in my hands, a chaotic mixture of intense rage, deep annoyance, and humiliating arousal warring wildly inside my chest.

"Asshole," I muttered bitterly into the empty, quiet office, my voice cracking in the silence.

I pulled my hands away from my face, looking down at my trembling fingers, still feeling the phantom heat of his mouth. A faint, helpless, infuriating smile tugged traitorously at the corner of my lips.

"Damn him... damn him to hell."