Page 46 of A Corruption Dark & Deadly

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he said, his eyes dropping to her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, her breasts, her soft stomach, before trailing back up to her face. “Take off your seatbelt.”

She clicked it off and felt a rush of danger. His eyes sparkled with delight at the fact that she listened to him without question. He did the same thing to his own seatbelt and all but lunged for her, wrapping his arm around her throat and bringing her to him so his lips could crash onto her. With his free hand, he reached around her back and undid her bra like he was some kind of expert – which he probably was. The straps slid forward and he tugged the bra off of her, tossing it down where her shirt was.

Without waiting to stare at her naked breasts further, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and she moaned – but cut herself off due to the fact that she remembered there was a driver not two feet away from them.

“Don’t,” he snapped, bringing his head away from her breast so he could look into her eyes. “Don’t even think about not making noise. I want to hear you.”

“But the driver,” she said.

“He can’t hear you,” Jericho assured her. “But I promise you I’m going to make you come so hard, he will.”

Without waiting any longer, Jericho reached for her yoga pants and started sliding them down her legs. When she was left in her thong, he instructed her to remove it from her body so she was completely naked.

“Your juices are getting into the leather,” he told her, his eyes grass-green and bright. “The car is going to smell like your cunt for a long time. Each time I get in, I’m going to get so fucking hard just smelling you.” He grabbed her hand and put it on his cock through the material of his jeans. “Feel how hard you get me, Annie. No one gets me like this. Shit, the minute I stick my cock inside of you, I’m going to fucking explode.”

She let out a helpless whimper, letting her head fall against the leather seat. Jericho ripped his clothes off in record time. Typically, he liked being the one to dominate her body, to be in complete control, but due to the lack of comfortable positioning, Jericho was forced to have Annie sit on his cock and be in control. She started slow, partly to get used to his size, partly to tease him. When she finally acclimated to him, she proceeded to arch her back so when she moved up and down, her cock hit her core in just the right spot. Jericho’s hands immediately clutched her breasts, caressing her nipples as she did so. Granted, this wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she was going to come and there was no room between her and Jericho for her to touch herself against him.

Jesus, she was going to come with no clitoral stimulation for the first time in her life, and the thought itself nearly pushed her over the edge.

Jericho, himself, was moaning and grunting. She had never seen him look so powerless before, and she got off on the fact that she knew she had this sort of power over him in the first place. Her grip on his shoulders tightened to the point where she was certain he was hissing in pain just as much as he was hissing in pleasure. His grip on her hips was also tight and she was almost certain she would bruise because of it.

She didn’t care anymore. She wanted it. She liked when he marked her up, whether it was because he was holding her so tight or if it was because he spanked her on the ass. It was like he marked her as his so no one else would even look at her.

It didn’t take long before she felt the familiar lightness start to build up in her pelvis and as she released her orgasm, she moaned his name. That seemed to do it for Jericho because he lifted her and thrust into her a few more times before grunting and biting her shoulder, releasing himself into her.

She felt her forehead hit his shoulder as they both came down from their high. He slowly kissed her shoulder, her neck. She shuddered one last time, feeling his cock soften inside of her.

At that moment, the car came to a stop, the engine turned off. Luckily, no one came around to the side of the door to open it. No one popped the trunk to gather their luggage. If anything, it was eerily silent.

“We’re here,” Annie murmured against his skin.

He agreed with a nod.

“We should probably get inside,” she continued.

“We can stay in here as long as you want,” Jericho said, his voice still raw and husky. “Barney will wait.”

“Barney?” Annie asked, though she was too exhausted to pick her head up and give him one of her raised eyebrows.

“My driver,” she said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh.” She slid onto the leather and slowly started to pull on her clothes. Her limbs were limp noodles and every time she did something with them, she could feel them start to shake beyond her control.

"Ready for tomorrow?" Jericho asked her as he, too, pulled on his clothes.

"No," Annie said, "but it is what it is."

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Getting up and going to work was the most difficult thing Annie had to do in her life. But she did it. She slid into her chair, powered up the computer, and slouched in her chair, wondering why she was even here in the first place when she could be sleeping in. It was raining hard and she hated leaving the house when it was raining. Raining should mean getting to stay home and sleeping in and warm covers and fire in the fireplace and books, not traffic and honking and bad drivers.

After an hour, she got back into the groove of work and was reminded it wasn't as bad as she thought it was. A couple of her colleagues stopped by her desk to inquire about her honeymoon and to ask how she was and how being married felt. No one really knew about Jericho and she wanted to keep it that way so she told them nearly everything but his name.

Just after lunch, two strangers knocked on the wall of her cubicle. Annie peered around her computer and raised a brow.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

They definitely did not work here. There were a male and a female, both probably in their thirties. The woman had long red hair pulled back in a ponytail, a large sweater, and jeans. The male was tall and slender, with blond shaved hair and a goatee.