Mr. Romano

"......fine then!!" i shouted. Anger evident in both my eyes and voice.

"You wanna fuck her so bad!!? Be my guest, hell you could even marry her for all i care. I'm done with this shit".

I violently pulled the necklace from around my neck and threw it at him. He didn't even blink. He just stared at me with the same blank expression on his face. i was here shouting at the top of my lungs and throwing purses and anything in range, Yet he remained unbothered. His calmness angered me even more than the situation itself.

I turned to leave. But before i could even take 3 steps, he grabbed me, bent me over his desk and held my arm around my back.

I turned my head to look at him. The audacity of this man. After what he just said to me, he thinks i'll just bend over and let him do whatever he wants?

I struggled to get out of his hold. But my struggling soon stopped when something hard pressed into me. I gasped and turned to look at the asshole who was now wearing a dangerous smirk.

He continued to press his groin against my sensitive area and i was trying hard not to let him win. I sealed my lips, not wanting to let out a single moan to give him any kind of satisfaction. But when he lifted my skirt and tore my stocking, he already got every bit of satisfaction he needed upon seeing my now drenched pussy.

He wasted no time in moving the wet fabric to the side and slipping in his fingers. My lips unfolded at the impact and i moaned. All the anger i felt before turned into mouth watering pleasure. My juices gushed out as his fingers plunged in and out, going faster and faster

And just when i was about to come. He removed his fingers. I looked up at him pleadingly, almost begging him to put them back inside. But instead he whispered in my ear, "Let this be a lesson to you tosoro. Non è finita fino a quando non dico che è finita". (translation: It's not over until i say it's over)

And with that he left the office.