MAYA
My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming from the way Tristan had just f****d my mouth like he owned it. Spit-slicked, jealous, utterly dominating. His c**k bobbed heavy and glistening in front of my face, veins pulsing, but his words hung in the air like a promise of darker sins: I need to f**k you raw... in front of them all.
My p***y clenched at the thought, soaked and aching, but the fear-lust mix had me trembling under the desk.
"Up," Tristan commanded, voice a low, gravelly rumble that left no argument. He hauled me out by my hair- not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough to make my knees wobble.
"On the desk. Now. Lay down and spread those legs for me."
I blushed crimson, heat flooding my cheeks as I stumbled to my feet, skirt twisted, blazer askew and lipstick
