Shadows of control { Under Editing }

18.Pleasure?

Sofia's pov

The relentless work was starting to wear me down. Despite my love for the job, the constant pressure was becoming overwhelming. I head down on my desk, I needed a break, a moment to breathe. With a heavy sigh, I headed towards Ansh's office.

A pressing issue had arisen with the Italian companies we were dealing with. They had yet to complete their transactions, causing a significant delay in our operations.

He was there, standing by the window, a file clutched in his hand. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt, a stark reminder of his imposing physique. I couldn't help but admire him, but I quickly shook my head. Now wasn't the time for admiration. I had work to do.

"Boss-"
I began, my voice barely above a whisper.

His sharp gaze snapped to me, freezing me in place. Those cold, calculating eyes always had a way of making me feel exposed, vulnerable.

"There's a small problem-"
I started, but before I could finish, he moved.

The door slammed shut behind me. My heart jumped. He had locked us in. No interruptions. No escape.

My breath hitched.
"A-Ansh?"

He ignored me. In a swift movement, he swept the papers off his desk and grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward.

Before I could react, his strong arms lifted me, and in seconds, I was seated on his desk, my legs spread apart, his body pressed between them.

"Tell me, little wife,"
he murmured darkly, his fingers brushing my collarbone before swiftly unbuttoning my shirt.
"Is this how you come to report problems? Looking all helpless? Trembling before me?"

His lips descended on my neck, marking me without hesitation. His hands were everywhere,rough, demanding, possessive.

He didn't ask. He took. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, exposing my neck. His lips trailed down my skin, leaving a trail of fiery marks. With a swift movement, he lifted my skirt and removed my panties, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, though I knew he had seen me like this before. But after so long, the intimacy felt raw and intense.

I stretched my arms behind me, surrendering to the moment. His manhood pressed against my entrance, a familiar sensation that both excited and intimidated me. The initial discomfort was quickly replaced by a surge of pleasure as he slowly entered me.

"Always so quick to surrender,"
he taunted, his breath hot against my ear.
"You fight me with words, but your body already knows who it belongs to."

I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

But he knew. He always knew.

He thrust harder, his movements growing more aggressive. I couldn't help but moan his name,
"A-Ansh-"
I gasped as his teeth scraped against my pulse.

"Take it like a good girl."
he hushed me, his grip tightening around my waist.

A shiver ran down my spine. Memories flashed through my mind-of all the times he had used me to vent his frustrations. And yet, here I was, trapped again in his intensity, unable to escape the dominance he exuded effortlessly.

"You walked into my office, distracting me. Now, take responsibility for it, wife."
His voice was a low, menacing growl against my ear.

I whimpered as he pushed deeper, his movements rough and merciless.

"A-Ansh... please slow down."
I whispered.

He stilled. But his grip on my waist only tightened.

"Did I give you permission to tell me what to do?"