𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 |𝟏𝟖+

Sebastian pushed Sophie down against his office desk, his mouth crashing onto hers with a hunger that stole her breath. The kiss was fierce, desperate, the kind that left her dizzy as his hands trailed down her waist.

She clung to him, arms wound tight around his neck, pulling him closer, tasting the heat of his need. His fingers skimmed lower, tugging at the fabric of her skirt, inch by inch, until it slid down her thighs.

When they finally parted, both were panting, foreheads pressed together. He kissed along the curve of her neck, soft and unrelenting, his lips branding her skin with every touch. And finally, he pulled down her panties.

He pushed her down on the desk as his gaze shifted to her already wet, dripping pussy.

"Sebastian..." she whispered, trembling, "Someone could walk in," she reminded, her voice breathless.

His smirk was wicked, his eyes dark with possession. "Then be quiet. Or don't. I want them to know you're mine."

Her cheeks burned, but she didn't stop him. She couldn't. With every kiss, every touch, every word, she was falling deeper into the fire that was Sebastian Chisholm. And tonight, she wasn't going to resist the flames. She'd let him devour and ruin her as much as he wanted. And that was all he needed to fulfill his hunger.

Disclaimer: This story is based on a love triangle between a runaway princess, a ruthless CEO and a deadly Mafia boss.

(Note: If you wish to start where the Mafia enters the story, skip to chapter 14.)