Falling Into Temptation by A. Zavarelli Read Free Book Online Page A

dominant tone in his voice. He isn’t holding me down, so I could run right now if I wanted to. But I don’t. I really, really don’t.
    “I asked you a question, Victoria.” His hand caresses my ass, a little rougher now. And then he pulls away. I arch up instinctively, craving his touch once more.
    His hand collides with my ass unexpectedly, and I jump a little at the shock of it. Did he just spank me?
    “That’s for leading me on,” he growls.
    What the fuck? I really should do something at this point. Probably get up and slap him, but I just can’t will my body to move. Something about this is turning me on in the strangest way.
    Another hard slap collides on my other cheek. It stings, but I don’t jump this time. I won’t give him the satisfaction. What the hell is he doing to me?
    “That is for your smart fucking mouth,” he growls again.
    And another slap. “That’s for teasing me.”
    And two more hard slaps. I lose track of whatever my indiscretions are, lost in the rhythm of his hands on me.
    It doesn’t really hurt at this point. In fact, I still can’t comprehend what I’m doing here, allowing this to continue. But some sick, depraved part of me is enjoying this. It feels… hot. And I am hot... burning for his touch.
    “Are you going to answer me, Miss Kelly?” he grunts. “Or shall I keep going?”
    “Yes,” I pant.
    “Yes, what?”
    “I understand.”
    Holy shit. What did I just agree to? I don’t even know. All I know is that my aching core won’t be satisfied until he’s filled me with his cock.
    “Good girl.” He strokes my thigh with his free hand. “So very obedient. I have to admit, I thought it would take more on my part.”
    His fingers are still sliding in and out of me, his thumb toying with my clit. I feel like there are a zillion little fireflies buzzing around inside of me. I want to beg him to keep going… to keep making me feel this way, even if I can’t get my release. He’s brought me closer than any man before him.
    He picks me up, carrying me to the desk with my legs wrapped around him. When he sets me down, my butt is on the edge of the desk, my legs splayed open for his attention. And suddenly, my insecurity threatens to take me hostage. He just stands there, staring at me as his hands move over my body. For a moment, his face is blank, and I bite my lip nervously.
    He runs his fingers over the thin lace thong once more, sending tremors through my entire body. And then with one swift movement, he rips it away. His face is savage as he yanks down the top of my dress, my breasts springing free.
    “Fuck,” he hisses, feeling the weight of both breasts in his hands. “I knew you’d be all natural.”
    I don’t even know what to say to that. I don’t have time to give it much thought before his hot mouth engulfs one of my nipples.
    “So soft,” he murmurs between nips. 
    Oh. My. God.
    Then he does something really unexpected. He lifts me again and carries me around the back of the desk. He stands me up, half-naked with my palms up against the glass windows overlooking the city. I’m about to protest when his hands find my breasts, his hips jutting his erection against my ass. I glance nervously at the building across the way. Can anyone see us? As the sensations of his hot mouth kissing my neck take over, I stop caring. Maybe I secretly like the idea of all of New York watching while Gabriel Maddox fucks me.
    I hear him unzipping his pants behind me with one hand, and then the rip of foil from a condom. A moment later, his thick cock is pulsing between the cheeks of my ass, slowly descending to my aching center. I watch his reflection in the glass, his eyes scorching as he slides over the wetness that greets him. His touch becomes rougher as he spreads my legs further apart, arching my ass into him. He grips my shoulder tight as he begins to tease the head of his cock against my folds. 
    “I have thought about fucking you in every possible way,” he