Love me Or Ruin me

His mouth crashed against mine the second the heavy door locked behind us. Arian kissed me like a man possessed — brutal, deep, and starving. His tongue shoved into my mouth, f*****g it possessively while his big hands grabbed my ass through the thin red slip dress, squeezing the flesh hard enough to bruise. I moaned loudly into the kiss, my body already on fire for him. He tasted like expensive whiskey, power, and raw masculine hunger. The kind of hunger that ruined girls like me. We were inside his private top-floor office, the glittering city lights of the skyline barely seeping through the heavy blackout blinds. One single weak bulb glowed above us, casting long, dangerous shadows over everything. The massive oak desk dominated the center of the room, surrounded by shelves of rare books, confidential files worth millions, and artifacts from deals sealed in blood and money. This was the heart of Arian Voss’s billion-dollar empire — cold, luxurious, and completely untouchable. Just like him. My back hit the edge of the desk as he pushed forward, grinding his thick, rock-hard c**k against my stomach through his perfectly tailored black pants. He was already throbbing, huge, and ready to destroy me. I gasped when his teeth sank into my lower lip. Hard. Blood burst hot and metallic into our joined mouths. Arian groaned like a savage animal and sucked on the bleeding cut, drinking me in while one hand yanked the hem of my red slip dress up over my hips. His rough palm cracked down on my bare ass cheek without warning. Slap! “f**k!” I cried out against his lips, my body jerking hard. He didn’t stop. He s*****d me again, harder, the loud filthy sound echoing through the quiet office. Each brutal smack sent sharp stinging fire across my skin, but it only made my p***y throb and drip. I could already feel my juices sliding down my inner thighs. “Yes… please—” I whimpered desperately, my voice shaking. “Don’t stop… f**k—” Arian pulled back just enough to stare down at me. His dark eyes were pure black lust and ownership. “Look at you,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Already creaming yourself for me like a desperate little w***e, Larissa. You love when I hurt you, don’t you?” He spun me around fast and shoved me down over the desk, smashing my cheek against the cold, polished wood. My t**s pressed flat against the surface. Both his strong hands shoved my dress all the way up to my waist, completely exposing my ass and the tiny soaked black thong. His palms rubbed rough, possessive circles over my soft cheeks, teasing me, before he started raining down hard s****s — fast, merciless, and loud. Slap! Slap! Slap! My ass burned hotter with every strike. The pain was sharp and vicious, turning my skin bright red and throbbing. I moaned and cried like a slut, tears stinging my eyes, but my p***y was soaked and clenching with filthy need. Every smack pushed me harder against the desk, my n*****s scraping against the wood, making me even wetter. Arian leaned over me, his hard c**k pressing between my cheeks through his pants as he kept s******g me. “This ass looks so f*****g pretty when it’s red for me,” he snarled. “You’re going to wear my marks every day from now on.” In one violent motion, he grabbed the neckline of the red slip dress and ripped it straight down the middle. The expensive silk tore loudly, the sound obscene in the quiet room. He yanked the shredded fabric off my body and tossed it aside like garbage. Cool air hit my completely naked t**s and burning ass. I was left in nothing but the tiny black thong that was now completely drenched. He flipped me onto my back on the massive desk like I weighed nothing. My legs fell open wide for him. Arian stood between my spread thighs, tall, broad, and terrifying in his tailored black shirt that clung to his powerful chest and arms. His eyes roamed over my exposed body with dark obsession — like I was his newest, most expensive acquisition. His mouth attacked my neck, sucking hard, biting deep enough to leave dark hickeys all over my skin. He wanted everyone to see who owned me now. His hands mauled my bare breasts roughly, squeezing and pinching before he latched onto one sensitive n****e. He sucked it deep and violently into his hot mouth, teeth scraping the bud while he twisted and pulled the other n****e hard. Sharp pain mixed with dirty pleasure shot straight down to my dripping cunt. I arched off the desk, moaning loud and shameless. “These t**s are mine too,” he growled against my skin. He reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled out the metal n****e clamps. My eyes widened in fear and twisted excitement. Click. The first clamp snapped shut on my swollen, sensitive n****e. I screamed. The pain was immediate and vicious. The second clamp followed right after, biting down just as hard. Both my n*****s throbbed painfully with every single heartbeat. Every breath made the clamps tug and sting worse. Arian’s large hand wrapped tightly around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head fuzzy and force complete submission. He dragged my face up to his and kissed me again — deep, nasty, and wet. Our tongues slid messily together while the clamps tortured my t**s with every movement. His other hand shoved roughly into my soaked thong. Thick fingers stroked my slippery folds before he pushed two long fingers deep inside my tight p***y. “f*****g drenched,” he snarled against my mouth, pumping his fingers hard and fast. Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the office. “This greedy little cunt is dripping all over my hand. You were made for this, weren’t you?” He f****d me with his fingers mercilessly, curling them against that spot inside me that made me see stars. Then he pulled them out suddenly, held the glistening digits up between our faces, and slowly inhaled my p***y scent deep into his lungs. His eyes rolled back slightly, a low groan vibrating from his chest like my smell was the most addictive drug in the world. My eyes bulged in humiliated shock. My face burned with embarrassment, but my cunt clenched hard around nothing, leaking even more. Arian smirked darkly and laid me completely flat on the desk. The n****e clamps still bit painfully into my swollen breasts as he began his slow, torturous descent down my body. He kissed and licked every inch like a starving beast — my neck, my collarbone, my aching t**s. He tugged the clamps with his teeth, making me scream as fresh waves of pain exploded through the overwhelming pleasure. He moved lower, kissing down my quivering stomach, tracing the sensitive lines of my hips with his tongue. Finally, he reached my soaked black thong. With his teeth, he ripped the tiny fabric down my legs and threw it across the room. My legs were forced obscenely wide open. My pink, swollen, dripping p***y was completely exposed under the dim light — glistening, needy, and ready for him. Arian stared at my cunt with pure dark obsession for a long moment. Then he leaned in, buried his nose right between my wet folds, and took a long, deep inhale. He groaned loudly, the sound vibrating against my c**t. “f**k, you smell so f*****g good.” His hot, rough tongue dragged slowly up my entire slit, licking every drop of my cream. He swirled around my throbbing c**t before pushing his tongue deep inside me. “You’re mine now, Larissa,” he growled right against my p***y, his voice thick and dangerous. “This tight little cunt belongs to me. Every f*****g inch. Every moan. Every o****m. I own you. I’m going to ruin this pretty p***y on my desk and you’re going to thank me while you cum.” He sealed his mouth over me completely and devoured my p***y like a savage. Sucking my swollen c**t hard, tongue-f*****g deep inside my hole, licking and slurping my juices noisily. The clamps on my n*****s sent sharp pain shooting through my body with every buck of my hips, but the pleasure was so much stronger. It drowned everything else. My hips bucked wildly against his face as I moaned and cried out, fingers gripping his hair, completely lost in the filthy pleasure he was forcing on me. My ruthless billionaire. My owner. My complete ruin.