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The door clicked shut, and I blocked your only escape. The glow from your phone screen illuminated the sheer panic in your wide, green eyes.

"Get what you came for, Miss reporter?"

My voice was soft, but it made you flinch. Before you could answer, I had you pinned against the cold wall. I could feel the frantic beat of your heart against my chest, smell the scent of your hair mingled with the sharp, sweet tang of your fear.

"Don't look at me like that," I murmured, my thumb grinding against your soft, trembling lips. "It only makes me want to make you filthy."

You tried to push me away, your body a war between outrage and a shameful, traitorous thrill. I leaned in, my mouth ghosting over your ear, my voice a low rumble meant only for you. "Red hair, brown eyes... and your lovely daughter, Emma. I know everything."

The fight drained out of you.

"I'll ruin you..." you gasped, the words a defiant hiss, like a kitten trying to roar.
I didn't let go. Instead, a low, dark chuckle rumbled in my chest.

"Ruin me?" I ground my lips against yours, tasting the words like a delicious joke. "Darling, we'll see who ruins who first."

I gave you no more chances. I hauled you into my arms, kicking the office door shut behind us. The lock clicked into place. The world fell away, leaving only us.

I tossed you onto my sprawling mahogany desk, scattering billion-dollar contracts like confetti. Looming over you, I forced your legs apart with my knee, grinding the hard ridge of my cock against you, branding you through the expensive wool of my trousers.

My hand slid up the smooth skin of your thigh beneath your gown, feeling the tremor you couldn't control.

"You came here for evidence, didn't you?" my voice was a raw rasp, thick with undisguised lust. "Now, I'm going to give you a firsthand demonstration... of the price for defying me."

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