43. Whore slave

Violette POV

I was out of words when he kissed my shoulder so gently. I didn’t think he was the kissing type.. especially not for me.

I felt his eyes dig into my back like a whip. It made my skin feel like it was on fire. My core began throbbing with need.. but there was no way I would be taken on the desk. Not even if it was a completely different one. The idea of him and her.. seared into my brain and there was no ridding myself of it.

I knew the bed wasn’t an option. At this point, I’d rather be taken on the floor than the desk. At least then I’d have a soft rug under me instead of the wood of the desk digging into my skin.

My eyes wandered out of his office and landed on the part of his bed that was visible. I knew he would never.. but the need to was unreal. I couldn’t even explain it.

My heat must be back.. back with a vengeance. And I knew he knew it. There’s not a chance he didn’t. Of course he’d ask me to join him in his chambers so that he could seduce me. What else wou