Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) by Nicole Edwards (year 2 reading books TXT) 📗

When had that happened?

As though he’d heard my admission, he stepped back, met my gaze, and the next thing I knew, he was stripping me bare. My shirt and bikini top hit the ground with the rest of my clothes, then Talon picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder before he commanded the lights off in his office and carried me—naked—through the office.

He’d obviously done it on purpose, because we both knew the loft in his office connected to his bedroom. There was no need to make me a public display.

Except for the fact it turned me on and I had no idea why.

Talon stomped up the stairs, through the house, directly to his bedroom. He commanded all the lights to come on and they did, brightening the space like it was daylight.

He didn’t call out for Taurus, but evidently he didn’t need to, because a moment later, he stepped into the room behind us. As was protocol, Taurus didn’t say a word, but he was there, ready to take care of Talon in whatever manner he desired.

Talon set me on my feet, then jerked me toward him, his hand grabbing for my other wrist as he loomed over me, holding me firmly with both hands secured behind my back.

“You’ve got one chance to say no, dirty girl,” he whispered roughly.

Say no to what? I wondered but kept my mouth shut.

“Time’s up,” he relayed, his gaze shifting behind me. “Come hold her hands, Taurus.”

Oh, God. My entire body ignited into flame, my skin felt too small, my nipples painfully erect, and there was an ache between my thighs that I desperately needed Talon to assuage.

I was intimately aware of Taurus when he moved in behind me, taking my hands in his. I expected him to grip my wrists the way Talon had, but he didn’t. No, he was gentler, linking our fingers as he held me so that his chest pressed to my back.

With Taurus standing behind me, I watched as Talon stripped out of his clothes, leaving them on the floor. His entire body seemed harder than usual, his muscles flexing, his cock protruding proudly from his body.

He stepped up to me, his nose pressing to mine. “I’m going to fuck you, dirty girl.”

I believed him.

“But not until you beg me to.”

Oh, God.

Why did that turn me on so much?

“Release her,” Talon commanded when he stepped back, forcefully gripping my arm and dragging me toward the sofa on the far side of the bedroom.

I loved this side of him. The lack of restraint, the forcefulness of his movements. He was rarely like this with me but there was something so primal about it that it turned me on even more.

He plopped down, jerking me with him. I didn’t have a fighting chance, finding myself laid across his thick, muscular thighs, my bare ass high in the air. Instantly, I planted my hands on the floor to avoid nose-diving into the hardwood. Before I could get myself in position, his hand came down with a resounding thwack.

To my shock and utter horror, I came, my entire body shuddering as the orgasm plowed through me.

From.

A.

Spanking.

“Fuck, that was beautiful,” Talon whispered, his hand rubbing the spot where he’d spanked me. “Let’s try it again.”

I didn’t have time to argue before his hand began raining down on my ass. Every smack hurt like the devil, but at the same time, it sated something I’d been craving, something I hadn’t even realized I wanted. As for why he was spanking me, I had no clue, nor did I really care.

“You ready to beg for my cock, dirty girl?”

I didn’t answer him, wanting him to continue. Every smack had my body vibrating, whimpers escaping as pain began to bloom as my skin grew more sensitive.

He continued as he’d promised he would, didn’t let up when I started to whimper and sob. Not once did I tell him to stop, though, and I held off on begging for as long as I could. Eventually he won, just as we both knew he would.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me, Talon,” I begged.

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I was jerked upright, straddling Talon’s thighs as his mouth crushed to mine.

In that moment, I could feel nothing but him. His lips, his hands, the hard ridge of his erection pressing between my thighs.

While he fondled my breasts roughly, exactly how I liked, I fumbled between us, eager to guide him where I needed him most.

“Sit on my cock, you dirty little slut,” he ground out, the words so rough they scraped against my raw nerve endings.

Even the derogatory term made me burn hotter.

If I thought for a minute that I had an ounce of control, I was wrong. I lifted myself up, guiding his cock right where I needed it. I intended to lower myself leisurely on this thick, iron-hard flesh, but I didn’t get a chance. Talon gripped my hips and jerked me down, his cock driving so far inside me a flash of pain shot through me and I screamed.

And then he didn’t let me move.

I whimpered, desperate for more, pressing my forehead to his, muttering pleas for him to let me move, to let me sate the overwhelming ache inside me.

“What do you need, dirty girl?”

“You,” I whispered. “I need you, Talon.” I wreathed my arms around his neck as I latched onto him, crying because this felt so good it overwhelmed.

Talon’s arms came around me, those nurturing, safe arms holding me tightly, kissing away my tears.

“I’m here, baby. Right here. I’ve got you.”

He made love to me then, protecting me, holding me, loving me like only he could do.

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TALON

I wasn’t sure what had come over me, what had compelled me to spank Braelyn the way that I had. It hadn’t been in my plan. Hell, I’d never even thought about it. I’d gotten caught up in the moment, perhaps another first