The temptation of my brother-in-law-Chapter 66 - sixty six

Chapter Sixty-Six

Malachi’s POV

I woke up with a smile. A rare thing for me. But today, Alicia will be coming to work.

I got dressed quickly and headed downstairs. She was already at the breakfast table, alone. Everyone else was still asleep or had left early.

Perfect.

"Good morning, little bird," I said, taking the seat next to her instead of across from her.

"Morning." She glanced at me. "You’re in a good mood."

"Am I?"

"You’re smiling. You never smile at breakfast."

"Maybe I have a reason to."

She looked down at her plate, but I caught the small smile on her lips before she hid it.

We ate in comfortable silence. I watched her between bites. The way she cut her food into small pieces. The way she tucked her silver hair behind her ear. Every little movement.

"Stop staring," she said without looking up.

"Can’t help it."

"Malachi."

"Alicia."

She finally looked at me. Those eyes. I could drown in them.

"We should go," she said. "Before everyone wakes up and sees you looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want to devour me."

"I do want to devour you."

Her cheeks flushed. "Let’s just go to work."

We drove together. Maurice in the front, us in the back. I kept my hand on the seat between us. Close enough that my fingers could brush against her leg if she shifted.

She noticed. Kept herself perfectly still the entire drive.

At the office, we went our separate ways. She to her desk, me to mine. But I could see her through my office window. Could watch her work without anyone knowing.

An hour later, my assistant reminded me about the board meeting. Three hours long. Unavoidable.

I texted Alicia. "Meeting. I’ll be gone for a while."

She replied immediately. "Okay. I’ll be here."

The meeting was torture. Ten men talking about profit margins and market expansion. Numbers and projections and strategies.

All I could think about was Alicia sitting at her desk. Was she thinking about me too? Was she as distracted as I was?

"Sir, what do you think?"

I blinked. Everyone was looking at me. I had no idea what they’d asked.

"Repeat the question?"

One of the board members frowned but repeated it. Something about the Asian market. I gave some answer. It must have been acceptable because they moved on.

But my mind drifted again. Back to Alicia. To her silver hair. To the way she’d looked at me over breakfast.

To the fact that she was mine. Even if no one else knew it yet. Even if she was still fighting it.

She was mine.

And I was never letting her go.

Finally, the meeting was over. I could finally go back to Alicia. I took the private elevator that led to the top floor.

I walked in first, dropped into my chair, and loosened my cuffs.

She was in the middle of the room, pretending to fix her shoe again. Bent slow. The skirt slid up just enough.

No panties. Of course.

My eyes caught every drop sliding down the inside of her thigh, thick, clear, shameless. Another bead formed at her entrance and fell, splattering softly on the floor between her heels. She stayed down longer than necessary, open and dripping for me.

I didn’t speak. I just watched her.

When she straightened, cheeks burning, she walked over and sat across from me like we were here to talk about profit margins. She even opened a folder. Her hands shook.

She started talking. Numbers, dates, projections. Voice steady, legs pressed tight together under the desk. The scent of her hit me hard, sweet and filthy, mixing with the coffee on my desk.

I let her finish one full sentence.

"You’re soaked," I said, calm. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Her pen stopped moving.

"I’m not," she lied, not looking up.

I took the Montblanc from my fingers and flicked it across the office. It rolled under the table and disappeared.

"Pick it up."

She bit her lip until it went white. Then she stood, walked over, and bent again. I could see her ass, her thighs, the mess running all the way to her knees now. She stayed there, trembling, waiting for me to say something cruel.

I didn’t rush. I just looked.

"Get on the table."

She obeyed. Climbed up and sat on the edge of the glass desk, legs dangling.

"Spread."

She opened her thighs wide. She was swollen, red, dripping onto the glass in slow, steady drops. Her clit throbbed visibly.

I stepped between her legs, still fully dressed, tie straight, sleeves rolled once.

"You lied to my face," I said quietly. "That costs."

I pushed three fingers into her without warning. She cried out, back bowing, hands gripping the edge so hard her knuckles went white. I fucked her with them hard, fast, curling rough against the spot that made her sob.

"Look at you," I murmured, leaning in so my mouth brushed her ear. "Dripping all over my desk in broad daylight."

She shook her head, but her pussy clenched around my fingers like she was lying again.

I pulled out just as she started to shake, leaving her empty and gasping.

I unzipped slowly, took my cock out, and flipped her. Bent her over the desk so her face pressed to the warm glass, tits flattening, ass high.

I slammed into her in one stroke.

She screamed, loud enough that I felt it in my spine.

I fucked her like punishment. Like ownership. Hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back so she had to watch the city while I ruined her.

"Next time you walk in here wet," I growled against her throat, "you drop to your knees under my desk and beg. No pretending. No pretty little lies. You come to me dripping and you open your mouth or your legs, whatever you want. Or I bend you over this desk again and make you scream loud enough for security to hear. Understand?"

"Yes," she sobbed, pushing back against me, greedy even while she cried. "Yes, Malachi, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I swear."

I reached around, rubbed her clit once, twice, and she came hard, squirting down both our thighs, soaking my slacks, the glass, the floor. I kept going, using her spasming body until I felt my own release claw up my spine.

I shoved deep and held, filling her while the sun burned down on us both.

When I pulled out, my cum joined hers, sliding slow down her legs.

She stayed bent over, shaking, wrecked.

I tucked myself away, smoothed my tie, and leaned down to her ear.

"Leave it," I said, voice soft. "Let it dry on your skin. Every time you feel it today, remember who you belong to."

I walked back to my chair and sat down.

She slid off the desk on shaky legs, skirt ruined, thighs glistening, and didn’t bother fixing it.

A thick string of wetness clung to her inner thigh, swaying when she shifted her weight. Another drop fell, loud in the quiet, hitting the marble between her heels.

I didn’t speak. I just unbuckled my belt, let it hang open, and crooked a finger.

She dropped to her knees so fast her stockings ripped. Hands on my thighs, mouth open, tongue already out. I fed her my cock in one slow push until her nose pressed against me and she gagged, spit running down her chin, eyes watering. Perfect.

Every time she choked I pulled out just enough for her to gasp, then shoved back in deeper. She moaned around me like she was starving.

When my balls were tight and aching I yanked her up by the hair, spun her, and bent her over the desk. Papers scattered.

I kicked her legs wider. She was so wet. I dragged the head of my cock through her folds, teasing, coating myself in her slick.

"Please," she whined, pushing back. "Please, Malachi, fuck me, I need it so bad."

I slammed into the hilt.

She screamed, raw and filthy, fingers clawing at the desk. I didn’t give her time to adjust. Just pulled out and pounded back in, over and over, skin slapping loud, wet sounds obscene. Her pussy sucked me in like it never wanted to let go.

I grabbed her throat from behind, squeezed just enough to make her gasp, and fucked her harder. Her whole body jolted with every thrust, tits bouncing, ass rippling.

"Touch yourself," I growled. "Rub that greedy little clit while I wreck you."

She reached under, fingers frantic. Thirty seconds and she was coming, pussy clamping so hard I had to fight to keep moving. She squirted all over my cock, down my balls, soaking the front of my slacks.

I didn’t stop.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the desk, shoved her legs up until her knees touched her shoulders. Folded her in half and drove back in. Deeper this way. She couldn’t escape the angle. Every thrust punched a broken moan out of her.

"Look at me," I snarled.

Her eyes locked on mine, glassy, wrecked, perfect. Tears and spit and sweat everywhere. I leaned down and licked a stripe up her cheek, tasting salt.

"You’re gonna come again," I told her. "And again. Until you can’t fucking walk."

I reached between us, thumb on her clit, rubbing hard circles while I railed her. She shattered a second time, back arching off the desk, a silent scream tearing out of her throat. Her pussy fluttered so hard it pulled me over the edge.

I buried myself deep and came with a groan, pumping rope after rope into her, filling her up until it leaked out around my cock. She kept clenching, milking me dry.

I stayed inside her, both of us panting. After a minute she laughed, hoarse and filthy.

"Again?" she whispered.

I pulled out slowly, watched my cum drip from her swollen pussy onto the desk, and smirked.

"Turn over. Ass up. We’re not done till you’re gaping and crying."

She scrambled to obey, already spreading herself for me.

I took her again, rougher, slower, deeper, until the only sounds in the room were her begging and the wet slap of my hips against her ass.

By the time I finally let her collapse, she was shaking, covered in sweat and cum, thighs bruised, voice gone.

I zipped up, fixed my tie, and left her sprawled across my desk.