Through Plea, one final thought whispered from Catherineās mindāquieter than the others, more vulnerable, tinged with desperate hope that terrified her:
I hope he liberates me too.
Eros heard it clearly. And the thought, so pure and raw, was the most intoxicating thing heād ever encountered. It wasnāt just lust; it was a
prayer.
A genuine plea from a goddess whoād forgotten she was one.
And he moved.
Just sudden invasion of her personal space that made her gaspāone moment standing by the window pretending to be composed, next moment he was right fucking there, and the
Taboo Aura
crashed
over her like a physical wave.
It was a hot, heavy pressure that stole the air from her lungs, and in that single instant, her expensive, professional armor felt like it was dissolving, turning to mist.
A hot, slick pulse flooded her pussy, so sudden and intense she felt a fresh wave of wetness soak her panties, a damning warmth spreading through the fabric of her skirt.
The fact that she was Madisonās aunt made things even more intense...
{I want to see his chest. I want to bite his jawline. I want to feel his weight on me, right here on the floorā}
"You know what a
tsunami
is, Catherine?" His voice dropped lowerāintimate, dangerous, promising destruction she secretly craved.
She pressed back against the glass, cool surface a shock against her suddenly burning skin. "What are youā" Her words failed because her body was screaming.
Her hand shot out to grip the window frame, her knuckles white, as her knees actually buckled.
A sharp, uncontrollable inhale was the only sound she could make. Her shirt suddenly felt too tight as her nipples, traitorous things, hardened into painful, aching points, clearly visible through the silk.
"Itās not just a big wave." He stepped closer, and physics seemed to bendāspace compressing until she felt trapped between window and the wall of his presence radiating heat like furnace.
He didnāt touch her.
The restraint was a violation in itself.
Just touch me. Please, for the love of god, just put one hand on me and Iāll shatter.
Her hips gave an infinitesimal tilt back toward him, a slutty, unconscious prayer.
"It builds slow at first. You might not even notice it coming. Just pressure. Building. Deeper and deeper untilā"
Catherineās breathing stuttered. Her thoughts were a tangled, frantic mess:
{Never. Never in my life a man ever made me feel... this. This desperate. This cheap. This... alive.}
"But when it hits?" Eros leaned in closer, his breath warm against her temple, and she fought a full-body shudder that wanted to consume her. "It destroys everything in its path. Reshapes coastlines. Changes landscapes permanently. Leaves nothing the same as it was before."
{YES. DESTROY ME. RESHAPE ME. IāM SO TIRED OF BEING IN CONTROL. I WANT TO BE NOTHING BUT YOUR WRECKAGE.}
"Thatās what sexual
starvation
is, Catherine." His voice carried weight that made her legs tremble so hard she had to slap her other palm against the glass to hold herself up. "Pressure building and building with nowhere to release. Years of it. Decades maybe?"
She tried to speak. Her tongue felt thick and useless. Failed. Tried again, the professional script a distant memory. "I donātā"
{PLEASE. GOD, DONāT IGNORE ME. SEE ME. SEE HOW MUCH IāM SUFFERING. SEE HOW MUCH I WANT YOU.}
"In these very rooms?" He leaned in, and she felt his chest brush against her backābrief contact that sent electricity cascading down her spine.
A soft, broken whimper escaped her lips.
{Just a little more. Press your whole body against me. Pin me here. Take me.}
"Pretend I canāt See you suffering just because you sign my paychecks? That Iāll satisfy strangers while the woman who runs this empire starves in her own office?"
His breath against her neck now, and she fought a groan that wanted to tear from her throat. Her thighs were pressed together so tightly her muscles were screaming.
{STARVING. IāM STARVING. TOUCH ME. PLEASE JUST TOUCH MY PUSSY. IāM SO WET I CAN FEEL IT SOAKING MY SKIRT.}
"While she locks her door and touches herself watching videos of what I do to other people?"
Catherineās face went crimson, a sickening, dizzying wave of heat flooding from chest to hairline. "I donātāthatās notāhow dare youā"
{HE KNOWS. OH MY GOD, HE KNOWS. HE KNOWS I WATCHED THE WHOLE THING. HE KNOWS I CAME THREE TIMES WITH MY HAND IN MY PANTIES. HE KNOWS MY FINGERS ARE STILL STICKY FROM IT.}
"Donāt lie to me, Catherine." His smile pressed against her neckāshe could feel it even though she couldnāt see it.
The world tilted. Horror and arousal mixed into explosive cocktail that made her want to vomit and cum at the same time. Her carefully maintained professional persona was a pile of ash. "Thatās impossibleā"
"Is it?" He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, and what she saw there made her stomach flip. "Then tell me Iām wrong. Tell me you didnāt lock this office and touched yourself. Tell me you didnāt watch three hours of evaluation footage while your fingers were buriedā"
"STOP." She tried to sound authoritative. It came out as a breathless, desperate, shattering plea. Her back arched involuntarily, pushing her ass toward him, a blatant, desperate offering that completely contradicted the word she spoke.
Her mind was screaming:
{DONāT STOP TALKING. TELL ME WHAT YOU SAW. TELL ME HOW MUCH OF A SLUT I AM. USE THAT WORD. USE IT ON ME AGAIN.}
"āin your
desperate, soaking, neglected
pussy."
The word, spoken so filthily by this boy, this god, was the final blow. It was a bomb detonating in her soul.
She made a soundāa broken, animal noise of pure, unadulterated surrender that had no place in this world, let alone this office.
Her mind was gone, replaced by a screaming, looping refrain:
{JESUS CHRIST, HIS MOUTH. THOSE WORDS IN THAT VOICE. IāM GOING TO CUM RIGHT HERE, IāM GOING TO CUM JUST FROM HIM TALKINGā}
Catherine took steps backwardāone, two, threeātrying to escape gravity well of his presence. Her shoulders hit glass wall with soft thump, and she realized sheād backed herself into corner without conscious thought.
Prey instinct taking over.
But she wasnāt running from him anymore. She was just trying to stay upright as the tsunami of her own desire finally crested, leaving her nothing but a shaking, desperate, utterly exposed woman waiting to be claimed.
"Thatās notā" Her voice cracked like an adolescent boyās, and she hated herself for the weakness.
Her pulse was a frantic, trapped bird against her ribs.
{Please be right. Please donāt listen to me. Please see through this bullshitā
"
"If you think you can just get into my pants because I hired you, then youāre wrong. Dead wrong." She tried to inject steel into her tone, tried to remember she was the one with power here.
But the words came out thin, reedy, a pathetic parody of command.
"I have no desire to fuck my employees!" The words came out too loud, too desperate, protesting too much. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, a futile attempt to stop the trembling that had taken over her entire body.
"I want him to fuck me on every surface in this office. Against this window where all of city could see. On my desk. In my chair. Against that wall. I want him to ruin me for anyone else. I wantā"
He chuckledāa sound that vibrated through air between them, dark and knowing and absolutely certain of what heād heard in her mind.
Not mocking.
Understanding.
Then he moved.
Two strides that ate distance like it was nothing, and suddenly he was there againāhands planting on glass on either side of her head with soft thump that made her
flinch like a frightened animal.
Caging her against window that overlooked city sprawling below like they were gods looking down on mortal world indifferent to their drama.
The Lust Presence unfurled fully nowānot gradual release but complete detonationāand she
gasp
ed as it crashed over her like a physical force.
Wave after wave of claiming energy that made her body respond in ways she couldnāt control. Her pussy
clenched,
a hard, desperate pulse, and a fresh gush of wetness soaked her panties.
Trapped. Pinned.
Nowhere to run even if her legs would work, which they wouldnāt.
He leaned down until his lips were inches from her ear, his body radiating heat that made her skin feel like it was burning, melting, transforming.
"So tell me, Catherine Reynolds..." His voice was dark velvet wrapped around steel blade. "How right was that?"
Her breath came in short, rapid
gasp
s.