[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant)-Chapter 28: Punishment

I turn and lunge for the door.

My fingers barely graze the lock before his hand closes around my wrist and yanks me back.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

"Away from you..!"

He spins me around and pushes me backward, I stumble into his desk, catching myself on the edge.

Before I can move, he’s there, caging me in with his body.

"You felt like slapping me?" His voice is rough, edged with something that makes my pulse spike. "Fine. But actions have consequences, Runze."

His hands grip my thighs and lift me onto the desk.

"Wait..!"

His mouth crashes into mine, swallowing whatever I was about to say.

The kiss is brutal, aggressive, nothing held back.

I grip the edge of the desk, knuckles white, trying to anchor myself against the onslaught.

His hands spread my thighs wider, stepping fully between them, and I feel how hard he is through his pants.

A growl rumbles through his chest..raw, possessive, and his hands yank my shirt open.

Buttons ping across the desk, scattering to the floor.

Cool air hits my skin, then his mouth is on my neck.

He bites down hard.

I gasp, back arching, and he doesn’t let up, just bites harder, sucking a mark into my throat.

"That’s for the slap."

His teeth drag to my collarbone, biting, marking, each sting sharp enough to make me hiss.

He pulls back and looks at the damage, red marks blooming across my chest and throat.

"Already looking like you belong to someone," he mutters, fingers tracing over the marks. "Good."

My face burns but before I can respond, his hands are on my belt, yanking it open.

"What are you..."

"Exactly what you think." He shoves my pants down roughly, my cock springing free, already hard and leaking. "You slapped me. Now I’m going to fuck you on my desk until you can’t remember why you were angry."

Heat floods through me...embarrassment, want, anger all tangled together.

He spins me around before I can answer, bending me over the desk.

My cheek presses against cool wood, papers scatter beneath me.

I hear his belt, the rasp of his zipper.

Then his hand fists in my hair and yanks my head back.

"You wanted my attention?" His breath is hot against my ear. "You’ve got it."

His other hand grips my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

Then I feel him, thick and blunt, pressing against my entrance.

"Wait, you can’t just..!"

He pushes in.

The stretch burns despite the slick already gathering, and I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out.

He doesn’t stop, he just keeps pushing until he’s fully seated, so deep I can barely breathe.

"Shit," he groans. "Every time. Every fucking time you take me like this."

He pulls out almost completely.

Then slams back in.

I cry out, hands scrambling for something to hold onto.

He sets a brutal pace immediately, no working up to it, no easing in.

Just hard, punishing thrusts that drive me into the desk with each snap of his hips.

The desk creaks ominously, papers slide to the floor, a picture frame tips over.

"That’s it," he growls, still gripping my hair, forcing my head back at an angle that makes my neck strain. "Take it. This is what you get for putting your hands on me."

His free hand comes down on my ass.

Hard.

The smack echoes in the office and I gasp at the sting.

"You like that?" Another smack, harder. "Like being punished?"

I can’t answer, can’t form words past the sensation of him pounding into me.

He releases my hair only to grab both my hips, fingers digging in so hard I know they’ll leave marks.

Then he really starts moving.

Faster, harder, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision white out.

I’m moaning now, can’t help it, the sounds spilling out of me with each brutal drive of his hips.

"That’s more like it," he mutters. "Let me hear you, let the whole house know who’s fucking you."

His hand slides up my spine, fingers wrapping around the back of my neck, holding me down.

The other hand reaches around to wrap around my cock.

"Already so hard," he says, voice rough with satisfaction. "Your body knows what it wants even when you’re being stubborn."

He strokes in time with his thrusts and I’m gone, completely undone.

The pleasure builds fast and sharp, coiling tight in my belly.

"Argh.. wait..!" The word breaks apart as he drives in deeper.

"What was that?" He leans over me, chest against my back, teeth finding my shoulder.

He bites down hard enough to make me gasp.

"I can’t.." I’m trying to say something but my brain won’t work.

"Can’t what?" His tongue drags over the bite mark. "Can’t take it? Too bad."

His hand tightens on my cock, stroking faster, and that’s all it takes.

I come with a broken cry, spilling over his hand and onto the desk.

My body clenches around him and he curses, hips stuttering.

"Damn, Runze..!"

He slams in deep one final time and I feel him pulse inside me, heat flooding my body.

We stay like that, both breathing hard, his weight pressing me into the desk.

Finally he pulls out and I feel his release drip down my thigh.

He steps back, tucking himself away efficiently while I try to remember how to move.

My legs are shaking, my body feels like it’s been taken apart and put back together wrong.

"Get dressed," he says, voice back to that controlled calm like he didn’t just fuck me into the desk.

I push myself up on trembling arms and reach for my clothes.

My shirt is ruined...buttons everywhere...so he shrugs out of his jacket and hands it to me.

I pull it on without looking at him.

When I’m dressed, I finally meet his eyes.

He looks barely disheveled, hair slightly mussed, the red mark on his cheek from my slap still visible.

Meanwhile I’m covered in bite marks, wearing his jacket, and can barely stand.

"Don’t ignore me again," he says, and there’s something dark in his voice. A promise, a threat. "Or next time I won’t be so gentle."

Gentle.

Right.

I don’t answer, I just unlock the door and leave on shaking legs.