THE DEVIL'S CONCUBINE

THE DESK

His lips were hard, demanding, and tasted like expensive whiskey.

I tried to push against his chest, my hands flat against his shirt, but he didn't move an inch. He felt like solid rock. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding past my lips with a heavy rhythm.

A sharp gasp escaped my throat, and that was all the invitation he needed.

My head spun. The fear was there, screaming at me that this man was a predator, but my body completely betrayed me. Heat flooded between my thighs. He was right, the old men were clumsy and hesitant. Josh wasn’t. He took exactly what he wanted, and the sheer intensity of it made my knees go weak.

Josh groaned into my mouth, a low, rough sound that vibrated straight to my stomach. His hand slid down from my waist, gripping the back of my thigh and lifting my leg up around his hip.

"Ah... wait," I panted, breaking the kiss for a split second, my chest heaving. "Josh, wait..."

"No," he growled against my neck. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin right under my jaw, making my toes curl inside my heels.

He moved me backward effortlessly. My hips hit the edge of his desk, knocking over a neat stack of papers. They scattered all over the floor, but neither of us cared. Josh pushed me back onto the smooth, cool wood, pinning me down with his entire weight.

He didn't waste time. His large hands reached for my button-up shirt, ripping the first three buttons right off. They clattered across the desk. He pushed the fabric aside, his eyes going dark as he looked at my lace bra.

"Look at you," he muttered, his breath hot against my skin. "f*****g beautiful."

Before I could breathe, his hand slid under my black pencil skirt, moving up my thigh. His skin was hot against my bare legs. His fingers found the edge of my underwear and pushed them aside.

When he touched me, I screamed.

I couldn't help it. I arch my back, my fingers digging desperately into the fabric of his shirt, tearing at his buttons. I was already completely wet, trembling from the friction of his long, thick fingers moving inside me.

"You like this, don't you?" Josh whispered, his voice rough and breathless. He looked down at me, watching my face twist with pure pleasure. "Hear how you sound, Veekie? You're screaming for me."

"Josh... please," I cried out, my voice breaking. My head thrashed against the desk. The tension in my lower belly was tight, winding up like a spring, ready to snap. "Please, I need..."

He pulled his fingers out, making me whimper in protest. He quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his trousers.

He didn't use a condom. He didn't ask. He just grabbed my hips, lifting me slightly, and drove himself deep inside me in one heavy, brutal push.

I threw my head back, a loud, echoing sob tearing from my throat. He was huge, filling me completely, stretching me until it almost hurt but the pleasure was so intense it made my vision blur.

Josh didn't wait for me to adjust. He began to move. He slammed his hips against mine, his movements fast, heavy, and punishing. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the quiet, luxury office. Every time he thrust into me, my body shook, my moans getting louder and wilder, completely out of my control.

"You're mine," he growled, bending down to bite my shoulder as he picked up the pace, his chest pounding against mine. "Say it. Say it, Veekie."

"Yes... oh god, yes!" I screamed, wrapping both of my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper.

The heat inside me exploded. My walls clamped down around him tightly as a massive wave of release crashed over me, making my entire body shudder. Josh let out a loud, rough roar, driving into me three more heavy times, buried deep, before his body stiffened and he came inside me.

For a long minute, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing.

Slowly, Josh pulled away. He stood up, adjusting his clothes and buckling his belt as if nothing had happened. He looked completely in control again, while I just lay on the desk, my shirt ruined and my legs trembling.

I scrambled off the desk, trying to pull my skirt down and hide my ripped shirt. My heart was still hammering. "I... I need to go."

Josh didn't try to stop me. He walked back to his desk, pulled out a thick stack of cash clean, crisp bundles of high-denomination Naira and slid them across the wood. It was easily more than enough to cover my rent and buy my next three batches of premium silk.

"For your time, Veekie," he said, his voice smooth and deep. His eyes locked onto mine, watching me closely. "And for the suit I'll never wear."

My face burned with shame, but I looked at the money. I needed it. If I walked away without it, I’d be broke, evicted, and right back at square one. I grabbed the cash, stuffed it into my bag, and turned toward the door.

"I'll call you next week," Josh's voice followed me, low and full of certainty. "Be ready."

I didn't answer. I just hurried out.

The ride home in the back of the Bolt car was completely silent. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the Lagos streetlights blur past. My body felt totally wrecked. Between my thighs, my underwear felt damp and tight against my skin.

He knew my name. He had looked right at me and said it. He hadn't used a Condom And then he had just taken me.

When I finally unlocked the door to my apartment, the quietness hit me like a wall. I dropped my bag on the floor. The stack of cash he had thrown at me felt incredibly heavy inside it. I walked straight to the bathroom and looked at myself in the 8mirror.

I looked like a complete mess. My hair was wild, my lipstick was totally wiped off, and three buttons were missing from my shirt, showing my bra. I touched my neck and found a dark red mark right under my jaw where his teeth had dug in.

"God, Veekie," I whispered, my voice sounding cracked.

I turned on the shower and stepped under the hot water. As it hit my skin, my mind immediately went straight back to him. I closed my eyes. Instead of feeling angry, my hand slid down my stomach. My fingers traced my hips right where his hands had gripped me.

I leaned my head against the wet tiles, letting out a gasp. I couldn't stop thinking about the sheer size of him, and the weight of his body pinning me down onto that desk. My heart started beating fast again. The feel of the water against my body made me ache all over. I had never experienced anything like that. The men I usually dealt with were always cautious, trying to please me or buying my time with nice dinners. Josh hadn't asked. He had just demanded me. And the worst part? My body had loved every single second of it.

I wrapped myself in a towel, walked to my bed, and picked up my phone. The screen was full of notifications.

The first one was from Chief Femi.

Chief Femi: Veekie, you haven’t replied. The driver is ready for tomorrow morning. Don't keep me waiting, beautiful.

I stared at the text. Usually, I would have replied instantly with something sweet to secure the money. But tonight, looking at his message made my stomach turn. The thought of Chief Femi’s soft, old hands touching the skin Josh had just marked made me feel sick.

I swiped out of that chat and opened my i********: DMs. It was a total circus.

Kevin Robert: That new dress is fire. Let me pay for your next collection, babe. Come to my lounge this weekend.

Tony_Construction: Hey sexy, sent you a message yesterday. Let's do dinner. Name your price.

There were at least ten other men wealthy politicians, tech boys, real estate guys all offering money, trips, and sponsorships just to get close to me. They were the ones helping to fund my brand. But as I scrolled through their faces, none of them mattered. My mind kept snapping right back to the dark, dangerous look in Joshua Cross's eyes.

None of these men could make me scream the way he did. None of them had that suffocating power.

I locked my phone, threw it onto the mattress, and pulled the cover over my head. I was officially in deep trouble.