Bound by One Forbidden Night: The Billionaire's Obsession

Crossing the Line

Rosette's POV

The elevator doors had barely closed before Andrew’s control snapped.

He backed me against the mirrored wall, as his powerful body pressed into mine with urgent heat. One large hand cupped the back of my neck and his mouth claimed mine in a fierce, demanding kiss. There was no gentleness this time, only raw, pent-up need that had been building since the moment he saw Marcus speaking to me.

“Andrew...” I gasped against his lips, but the words dissolved into a moan as his other hand slid down my thigh, hiking my pencil skirt up around my waist.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice rough with possession. “No one else gets to look at you like that. No one else gets to imagine touching you.”

I knew I should push him away because this was dangerous and reckless. We were in his office building, in an elevator that could stop at any moment, but the fire he ignited in me burned away every warning and I accepted it. I was playing with fire, and I no longer cared if I got burned.

My hands fisted in his shirt as I kissed him back just as desperately. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. The hard evidence of his arousal pressed against me, making me tremble with need. With one swift motion, he freed himself and pushed my panties aside.

Our eyes locked in the mirrored walls as he thrust into me in one deep, powerful stroke.

I cried out, the intense fullness stealing my breath. He groaned as he pressed his forehead to mine, giving me only a moment before he began moving like a beast. Each thrust was fast, and completely unrestrained, pushing me higher against the wall, as the mirrored surface felt cool against my back while his body burned against my front.

“You feel perfect,” he rasped, his rhythm relentless. “So tight. So wet for me.”

I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his suit jacket as pleasure built rapidly. The risk, along with the possessiveness in his voice, and the way he looked at me like I was everything, pushed me over the edge. I came hard, clenching around him as waves of intense pleasure crashed through me.

Andrew followed moments later with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt as he found his release.

For a few breathless seconds, we stayed locked together, our hearts pounding in sync. Then reality slowly returned and he lowered me gently to my feet, and helped me straighten my skirt with surprisingly careful hands. I smoothed my blouse, even as my legs were still shaking, and my heeks flushed with both satisfaction and disbelief at what we had just done.

Andrew adjusted his own clothes, but his expression darkened when his phone began to ring. He glanced at the screen, and his jaw tightened.

“My ex-fiancée is back in town.”

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