Promise Me Forever: Manhattan Ruthless
: Chapter 35

I didn’t think it was possible to be more obsessed with Amelia Ryder, but it turns out I under-estimated my own abilities. Since the night she let me tie her up, I’ve wanted her even more. It takes a certain level of trust to let someone do that to you, to cede control to them, and she did it without question.

She gazed up at me with those big hazel eyes, nothing but curiosity and heat in her expression as I showed her the cords and explained how it could work. Fuck, the way she looked with the ropes digging into her skin. Her nipples rigid and proud, trapped between coils. Her arms tied flat against her back as I fucked her gorgeous round ass, the first and last man to ever fuck her there. Jesus. The woman is perfect for me.

She loved the whole thing too, and as a gift, I had a Shibari rope kit delivered to her apartment for us to use there. She was thrilled, and I suspect there will be many more hours of fun to be had as we explore it together. I always enjoyed it with my professional companions—but this? This is a whole different beast. This is with the most gorgeous woman alive.

And now here she is, in the delectable flesh, perched on the corner of my desk. She sashayed into the room wearing one of her tight black pencil skirts and a little bolero jacket, holding a notepad and pen as though she intended to do some work. She knows I’m on the phone—she put the damn call through. She licks her lower lip as she studies me, listening in to my end of a deadly dull business conversation.

She crosses her legs slowly, deliberately, flashing me her lace-topped stockings and a frilly garter belt. Fuck. I suck in a breath, momentarily losing track of what I was saying, and I swear to god, I can already smell her—that deliciously sweet aroma of her soaking-wet pussy. It’s a scent I’m achingly familiar with by now.

“Yes, Mrs. Forster, of course. I’m looking forward to it too. Shall I get my secretary to put something on my schedule?”

Amelia’s eyes go wide, and she mouths, who, me? I narrow my gaze, both amused and aroused at the sight of her. She stretches one leg out, runs a hand up the silky length of her stocking, and lets me have another glimpse of the creamy flesh at the top of her thighs. Then she tugs her skirt up, wriggling her ass as she does, exposing both the garter belt and her panties.

“What was that, Mrs. Forster?” I ask. “You were breaking up a little there.”

I’m barely holding my shit together here, and when Amelia runs a finger over the flimsy fabric of her panties, making it very fucking clear how wet she is, I almost slam the phone down. “Yes. Great. Of course. Will do!”

I barely manage to stay civil until the end of the conversation. After I slam the phone down, I immediately stand. She squeals, delighted when I lift her into my arms and seal my lips over hers, claiming her with my tongue. I grind my rock-hard cock against her as she wraps her legs around my waist, and she groans into my mouth.

Laying her down on the desk, I send legal pads and pens flying and tug off her jacket. Then I tear her silky blouse right open, causing buttons to pop and scatter and revealing heaving breasts encased in black lace.

“Drake! I can’t work the rest of the day with my bra on display.”

“You should have thought of that before you started your little striptease, you minx. You locked the door?”

She nods, her cheeks flushed and her pupils blown as I scoop out her perfect tits and suck one of her rigid nipples into my mouth. I squeeze the other one, nice and hard, and she shudders beneath me. Pulling away, I shove that tight skirt of hers all the way up to her waist, then tug her panties off and throw them across the room. Then I stand back for a moment to admire the view: her stocking-clad legs spread for me, her cunt glistening with her juices. “In the name of all that’s holy, Amelia, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful pussy.”

With deliberate slow strokes, I run my hands up her stockings, placing one of her feet on my shoulder and kissing my way down her leg. When my tongue reaches the bare skin at the top, she moans, and I twang her garter with a satisfying snap.

“You,” I growl as I explore her, “are a very bad secretary. How dare you come in here, flaunting this perfect body and making my cock harder than steel while I’m talking on the phone with important clients.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she murmurs, her hips rising up off my desk to meet my hands. “I’ve been very naughty. You probably need to punish me.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Miss Ryder? You’d like me to bend you over this desk and spank you until your juicy ass is bright red. Or maybe I should make you kneel under the desk and fill your filthy mouth with my cock while I carry on with my work. How does that sound?”

I’m rubbing her clit, and I know the filthy talk is working just as much as my fingers. My girl loves it as much as I do.

“Yes, Mr. James, sir, I would like that. I’d like all of that … Oh!” She comes with a rush of her juices all over my hand, and I hold her down and work her through every last tremor. Her head is rolling from side to side and she’s biting her lips in an attempt not to scream. I can tell she’s not going to manage it, so I clamp my hand down over her mouth. Her eyes fly wide, and she darts out her tongue and licks my palm while she shakes and trembles. Fucking hell, I want her so much.

She’s just about stopped bucking her hips when her phone rings. I look around, trying to find the damn thing so I can smash it with a hammer, but she grabs my arm. “I need to see who it is. It could be the hospital. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” I say, ignoring the killer ache in my cock. Edith has been in the hospital for three nights now, and although she’s stable, she still needs to be monitored. Amelia visits her every morning before work, and I get Constantine to drive her there every evening. She is devoted to her mom, which is how it should be.

Her still-ringing phone is in the pocket of her discarded jacket, and I grab it, hating the anxious look on her face. My blood pressure skyrockets at the name displayed on the screen.

“Why is your piece of shit ex-husband calling you?” I demand, waving it in her face. “In fact, why do you even still have his number in your phone?”

“I have no idea why he’s calling me.” She sounds confused and a little annoyed, her hair in disarray and her lips swollen from our kisses. “And I have his number because I have his number.” She leaves off the word jackass, but I can tell it was on the tip of her tongue. “I’ll call him back.”

My possessive streak—which only seems to exist with Amelia—ignites with a fervor. I shake my head, a wicked grin spreading over my lips. “No, baby. That would be rude. Answer the call.”

I grab her hips and move her to the center of my desk, then inch my chair forward, spreading her thighs apart with my shoulders.

She stares at me, open-mouthed. “What? Right now?”

Answering her with a nod, I thrust the phone into her hands, grab her legs, and pull her toward me. Her ass slides along the desk, and I hoist her feet over my shoulders and look down at her pretty pink pussy, still shining from her orgasm.

“Drake,” she protests, but it’s halfhearted.

“Answer him, baby,” I command. “Or would you like me to speak to him and tell him exactly what I’m doing to you?” I slide a finger inside her wet center, and her back bows.

“You wouldn’t.” Her face is a mask of shock.

My eyes narrow. “You really want to test me on that, mi rosa?”

She shakes her head. “N-no.”

Her phone stops ringing but immediately starts up again. “Then answer it, Amelia. Now.”

Her fingers tremble as she accepts the call, and I lower my face to her core. She smells like sin and tastes even better, and my mouth glides along her opening, licking and sucking and exploring in exactly the way I know she likes.

“Uh, yeah, h-hi Chad.” She draws a raspy breath.

I smile to myself as I work her over, curling my tongue and sliding it inside her wet center, gripping her thighs with my palms and keeping her spread wide. She uses her free hand to try to silence herself, ramming her knuckles into her mouth, but her moans still creep out. I hear Chad’s voice coming from the phone, his smarmy tone infuriating me and making me lash her clit even faster.

I hear him asking how Edith is and listen to her breathy pants as she tries to answer him while I bring her to the edge of ecstasy. When the fucker asks if she’d like to get together for dinner while he’s in town, I see red. I’m going to kill him.

I slide my hands underneath her ass, digging my fingers into her perfect cheeks and raising her higher. My whole face is buried in her, her slick folds all around me, the smell of her intoxicating.

“I don’t think … I don’t … Oh god!” Her voice cracks more with every word. She’s so close her thighs are trembling. Any second now, she’s going to explode for me. For me, not for Chad. Not for any other man ever again.

I look up from my position in paradise and lock eyes with her as I very deliberately lick her all the way to heaven.

“Oh, b-bye!” she yells, then drops the phone as she comes. I hold her still, keeping my mouth on her, keeping my eyes on her, keeping my hands on her. I will never let her go.

Her juices coat my tongue, and her entire body shakes. She’s mine. One hundred percent, totally mine, but that doesn’t quell the jealous need to claim every inch of her that burns through me. While she’s still coming down from her second orgasm, I pull her up, spin her around, and bend her flat over my desk.

With more force and urgency than necessary, I tug her pencil skirt up until it’s bunched around her waist and her perfect ass and dripping pussy are on full display for me. She heaves in stuttering breaths that rack her body, but she doesn’t get any reprieve yet. I’m nowhere near done with her. My grip rough on the back of her neck, I hold her down with one hand while I unfasten my belt and pull down my zipper with the other. My cock aches to be inside her, and her eager whimpers tell me she feels exactly the same.

I lean over her, my mouth at her ear as I drive inside her in one smooth stroke, too far gone with the need to fuck her. And she must realize I’m taking her bare, but she doesn’t protest and I’m not about to stop what I’m doing to get a condom.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I pull out and drive into her again. Her thighs slam against my desk, and she cries out in pleasure and pain. I smack her ass and admire the red handprint left behind on her creamy flesh. I want to mark her everywhere. “You are addictive and distracting, and you drive me fucking crazy in every possible way there is.”

“D-Drake, please,” she mewls, her back arching as I go on holding her down.

“You are mine, Amelia,” I say menacingly, my voice a low growl. “You are mine, and no man will ever touch you again. Do you understand me?”

I drive harder into her tight, wet heat, and she groans. “Who do you belong to, Amelia? Let me hear you say it.”

“You, Drake, I belong to you.”

Yeah she fucking does. I fuck her until we both find oblivion and then fill her full of my cum. As I catch my breath, I pull her onto my lap and stroke her hair while smothering her with kisses. And she melts into my arms, utterly destroyed. She walked in here full of sass, and now she’s full of my cum. And if I have my way, that’s how she’ll remain every day for the rest of her life.