Once the need for air becomes more important than claiming my mouth in front of Niko, King grabs my arm, spinning me around and pinning me over his desk.
His hand grips the back of my neck, pressing my face down against the cool wood. His other hand roughly yanks my hips up, aligning my ass with his hard c**k. He pushes it against my entrance, but doesn't enter me, the anticipation driving me wild.
Fuck me, already, I plead in my head.
Lifting my head slightly, my eyes find Niko's for the first time since he saw me come last night. I don't know what I expected to see—maybe guilt or something. Since this is all his f*****g fault. But I find his eyes dark and hooded with desire, his lips parted as he watches me from his seat on the other side of the room.
Is this what he wanted to hap
