"I don't like it when I wake up with a wooden cock and find the bed next to me cold" Elena gasped in surprise, but his hand didn't allow her to turn around. "Last night was a mistake" she murmured and felt his chest heave against her back. Jason cupped her belly with an open palm and buried his face in her copper hair. "The only mistake from last night, kitten, is that you snuck out of my bed this morning without permission" shivers ran down her spine and her skin prickled. Jason slid his hand up hers and brushed her hair to the side, trailing light kisses along her neck.

"I'm not sure your fiancée would agree, sir" Elena moaned, but tilted her head, giving him more access. "I don't care what Bianca thinks" Jason snapped her around and crashed his lips into hers, forcing her back until she hit the edge of his desk. "I'm still horny, kitty" he growled into her lips, and Elena clenched her hips, feeling a wet throb rising low in her stomach.

"This is wrong, I hate you and someone can see us" Elena wanted to stop him, and she didn't, her core shuddered and sent heat into her pussy. Memories of the night before flooded in, making her knees go weak and against her will, her body wanted that feeling of fullness again. "I don't care about all three, kitty" Jason settled between her thighs and rubbed his hard, bulging cock against her belly. "You owe me a morning, kitten" Elena moaned and her legs tangled in his, his lips caressed the corner of hers, somehow so gently, almost timidly, and then exploded, engulfing her like a tornado of wild need.

"Is your throat scratchy?" he asked hoarsely and she nodded. "Why, kitten?" Who was there last night?" he unzipped his pants and cupped his cock, stroking it fast and hard. "You" Jason grunted and bit her throat, barely refraining from leaving a visible mark of his ownership. "Good, remember that because your throat, your mouth, your body and most of all that cunt is mine, kitty!" he rubbed his cock against her inner thigh.

Time seemed to swirl and drag them, making them eagerly cling to each other. Elena seemed to lose her ability to think. It didn't matter how much he annoyed her, how bossy he was and how much she hated him, his hands, his lips, the feeling that she was the reason his cock was throbbing, just swept away every ounce of sanity. Jason turned her back to him, pushed her shoulders forward and reached under her skirt, lifting it high, removing her panties and spreading her hips.

"You hate me so much kitty, even your pussy is soaked with hate" he rubbed the length of his cock into her folds and roughly pierced her. Elena whimpered and her hips began to meet his thrusts on their own, her moans echoing through his office. "Be quiet for me kitty, as much as I like it, we don't want to be heard do we?" he covered her mouth with his palm, squeezed her ass and began to pump inside her, gritting his teeth.

"That's right, kitty!" Elena arched her back and threw her head back, whimpering and moaning muffledly into his palm. "Hate me tight, take it all!" he growled and leaned forward, resting his forehead on her shoulder. "Jason!" her knees gave out and Jason wrapped an arm around her, holding her upright as he continued to fuck her wildly. "That's it, kitten, I want you to keep everything during the day so that it will be known who you belong to if another man even thinks about approaching you!" he closed his eyes and growled, ejecting his cum deep inside.

God, how she hated him! "You will no longer leave my bed without permission Miss Vale" Elena mimicked mockingly and punched the wall. "Fucking woodcutter and jerk" she barked and closed her eyes, touching her throat where he had bitten her, just before ordering her to reserve a restaurant for dinner for him and his damn fiancee. How dare he mock her like that after he'd fucked her into oblivion, then acted bossy all day and before she left, he'd pinned her against the wall, kissing her madly to order her to book him dinner.

"I hope he chokes!" Elena hissed and opened her eyes, blinking at the running water. "Damn idiot!" her eyes filled with tears, which mingled and flowed with the hot water. Anger and need flowed through her veins. How had she made the same mistake twice? Did she need a man so badly that she was willing to commit to even a man like Jason Hex? Was she so desperate that she had allowed herself to become the other woman?

Regret and self-loathing engulfed her and she wrapped her arms around herself. She felt as if she could feel him with every millimeter of her skin, as if his touch had been imprinted on her body. It was as if his touch was imprinted all over her body, her lips, her neck, her throat, her breasts, between her legs and no matter how much she rubbed, she just couldn't get his scent off her. And it drove her crazy and turned her on and embarrassed her and made her want him even more.

Elena growled and stopped the shower, wrapped herself in a thick towel and went into her bedroom, eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here and how the hell did you get in?" Jason lazily turned his attention away from his phone and crossed his ankles, putting his hand under his head. "I own the building, which means I have a key to every apartment" he replied indifferently, scrolling through his phone.

"Just wonderful" she walked around the bed without looking at him again and started rummaging through her wardrobe. "If you can come in, then you can leave alone" Elena took out her underwear and a loose men's t-shirt to get ready for sleep and turned around, hitting his chest. "What on earth is wrong with you?" she hissed and rubbed her nose. "Whose is it?" she blinked, murderous jealousy and possessiveness in his eyes.

So the gentleman was jealous? After cheating on his future wife with her, he has the audacity to ask her who she is dating or not? "None of your business" Elena hissed and walked past him, leaving the clothes at the bottom of the bed and turning again, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't answer me, what are you doing here, Jason, you had a date with your fiancee, didn't you?" she shot the word out in disgust. "Whose t-shirt is that, kitty? And you better tell me, because if I have to find out on my own, it won't be nice for you or him" Jason didn't move from his seat next to the wardrobe.

"Listen Jason, at work you may be my boss and command me, but in my free time, I'm the woman you cheated on your fiancee with and it's never going to happen again" why she couldn't hold her tongue behind the teeth? His face darkened like Hell itself, and one of his eyebrows arched so that it almost formed a geometrically correct angle. "Repeat it, kitty?" cold shivers crawled over her skin, he stepped towards her, and Elena began to back away.

"I said it won't happen again" Elena repeated stubbornly, but her voice was no longer so sure. Dressed in a tuxedo, tie slightly loose, collar unbuttoned, hair tousled across his forehead, and so big, Jason was sinfully sexy and she couldn't suppress the butterflies in her stomach, nor the wetness threatening to seep between her thighs. Her heart pounded in her throat and she licked her lips as if remembering his taste.

"So then?" Elena was already climbing the wall, Jason was a step away from her, panic flashed and softened the gray steel in her gaze. She gasped and looked around for a way out, but stuck near the bathroom door, nothing could help her. "I think I was pretty clear when I said it was all mine kitty" she shook her head wide eyed as his hands locked her on either side of her head and he parted her legs with his knee, getting too inside her privates space.

"You're a whore for my dick, kitty," he growled and yanked her towel, tossing it aside and leaving Elena exposed to his gaze. "And I'll fuck you when, how and where I want" he gripped her jaw roughly and pressed his lips into hers, her lips disobeyed and parted, making room for his tongue to wrap around hers. Elena moaned and closed her eyes, clinging to his clothes. "Here's my kitty, hungry for me" he pulled back slightly, smirking arrogantly.

"Bastard!" the word might have offended him if her face hadn't been flushed, her eyes burning lustily, her lips swollen from his kiss, and her body not quiveringly bristling as it moved searchingly toward the bulge in his pants. "If you want that" he took her hand and placed it on his hard cock. "You're going to tell me whose t-shirt this is" Jason whispered seductively in her ear.

Elena shook her head, swallowing like a cat waiting for someone to fill her bowl. She couldn't tell him he had something she didn't have. Even if she didn't want to, his touch awakened all her primitive instincts and put her mind to sleep. She couldn't have lied to him, even if that thought had crept into some corner of the dull blank space of her mind. "I don't...I don't know...I've had her for a long time" Elena breathlessly answered and Jason nudged his inner cheek.

"So you don't have another man?" he slid his hand between her breasts, lightly slapping one of her nipples and Elena let out a low moan, shaking her head slowly. "N..no" she stammered and Jason narrowed his eyes. "Okay, but if you lie to me, I'm going to have to punish you, kitty, you know that, right?" his palm pressed low on her stomach and Elena took a sharp breath, nodding. "Fine, goodnight" he pulled away abruptly and Elena collapsed to the ground, blinking in confusion as he walked away, leaving her wildly aroused and unsatisfied.