Razed and Ruined:Addicted to Sin

Office Lunch Break

Lila told herself she was only going to Club Inferno to return Raze’s watch. Nothing more. A quick, responsible errand.

She knew it was a lie the second she stepped out of the cab.

The club looked strangely mundane in daylight, stripped of its neon pulse. Inside, staff moved quietly through their routines. A few gave her curious glances, but no one questioned her as she made her way to the back offices. Raze had sent the location with a single message: Come see me!!

His office door stood slightly open. She pushed it wider.

Raze sat behind a heavy black desk, phone to his ear, speaking in that low, commanding tone that made everything sound final. When he saw her, his expression didn’t soften it sharpened. He crooked a finger, summoning her closer without interrupting his call.

Lila’s pulse spiked. She walked around the desk anyway.

The moment she was close enough, Raze caught her wrist and pulled her between his spread thighs. His free hand immediately slid up her thigh, under the short sundress. His fingers found bare skin and lingered.

“No panties,” he mouthed, a flicker of dark approval in his eyes.

Lila’s breath caught. She should have felt embarrassed. Instead heat pooled low in her belly.

Raze bent her forward over his desk, forearms braced on scattered papers. He flipped the dress up over her ass while continuing his conversation in the same calm, authoritative voice.

“…double the security on the east entrance. No excuses.”

Lila’s heart hammered. Voices drifted from the hallway — staff discussing stock orders just outside the door. The risk felt electric.

Raze freed himself and pressed the thick head of his c**k against her. He pushed inside in one smooth, claiming stroke.

Lila’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. The stretch was still intense, but her body welcomed him greedily. He started moving — deep, controlled thrusts that rocked her against the desk. All while calmly discussing business.

She tried to stay quiet. She failed. Small, broken sounds slipped out with every thrust. Raze cracked his palm sharply against her ass in warning, then again, harder. The sting made her clench around him.

When the pleasure became too much, he reached around and covered her mouth with his hand, muffling her as he f****d her harder. His fingers worked her c**t with ruthless precision. Lila came violently, thighs shaking, biting down on his palm to stay silent.

Raze followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a low, controlled exhale. He stayed there for several seconds, pulsing, before slowly pulling out.

Warmth immediately began leaking down her thigh.

He reached into his drawer, produced a sleek black thong, and crouched to slide it up her legs himself. He settled the fabric snugly against her dripping p***y, trapping his c*m against her.

“Wear it,” he said quietly. “All day. I want you to feel me every time you move.”

Lila straightened her dress on unsteady legs. Her cheeks burned. Part of her wanted to tell him this was insane. That she had a job, a family, a life. Instead she nodded.

Raze stood and kissed her — slower this time, almost tender. But his hand stayed possessively on her ass.

“Go home. Rest. I’ll see you tonight.”

As Lila left the club, every step reminded her of what he’d left inside her. The thong kept it warm and slick against her skin. Staff nodded politely on her way out, oblivious.

In the back of the cab, her phone started vibrating.

Marcus: Your boss said you called in sick yesterday. Where the hell are you? We need to talk.*

Mother: Sophia told me you haven’t been home. This behavior is unacceptable, Lila. Call me immediately.

Lila stared at the messages, thighs pressed tightly together, Raze still leaking slowly into the thong.

She waited for the familiar wave of guilt and shame.

It didn’t come.

Instead, a dark, addictive thrill curled low in her stomach — quiet, terrifying, and getting stronger.

And that scared her more than anything Raze could ever do to her.