Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Who Do You Belong TO (R-18)

Her breath hitched, voice trembling. "You... You—only you. My student and my man Peter, please—"

Her voice cracked, her whole body trembling like she was about to shatter. And I wasn’t done.

My hand slid under her again, fingers teasing her slick, sensitive spot just at the edge—keeping time with my hips, driving her closer to the edge.

She choked on a moan, thighs trembling, collapsing into the table as her second wave built—fast, fierce, a storm ripping through her.

"Come for me again," I said low, steady—demanding. "Right here. Like this. Let me feel it."

And she did.

Her whole body clenched tight around me, a raw, loud cry ripping free as she gave in—nails dragging across the wood, back arching hard, trembling and undone. I held her through it, never slowing, still driving deep, still claiming her.

I stayed connected until she went limp beneath me—spent, broken in all the right ways.

Then I let go too—buried myself one last time with a guttural groan, head dropping heavy against her shoulder as I released everything I’d been holding back.

We stayed like that—still joined, still shaking—our breaths ragged and uneven, her back rising and falling beneath me.

No words. Just that perfect, messy silence between two people who’d crossed a line and found something raw and real on the other side.

Just the sound of skin cooling, hearts pounding, and the soft hum of the world outside that didn’t even matter anymore.

She barely lifted her head, eyes half-lidded. "You just ruined desks for me forever."

I laughed low, warm, brushing slow, lazy kisses across her shoulder blades. "Good. That was the goal."

She stayed on all fours—chest pressed flat to the table, ass high and proud, body wide open and begging without needing to say a word.

I stepped in behind her, hand gripping her waist tight, sliding forward until I lined up perfectly with her heat.

Her breath caught in a sharp hitch the moment my tip brushed her slick folds.

"Peter..."

The whisper hit me like a thunderclap.

Slow and thick, I slid inside her with one deep, deliberate thrust—watching her back arch like she was breaking, fingers clawing at the table’s edge like she was barely holding on.

Then came the sound—

Smack.

Skin on skin.

My hips met her ass, the room filling with that wet, urgent, obscene rhythm—deep, sharp, addictive.

She gasped loud, breath hitching hard.

"Oh my god—you feel so deep—fuck—"

I grabbed her waist with both hands, pulling her tight into me, letting her feel every inch of me pressing deep inside. I set the pace—slow, deliberate strokes that drove deep and hard, each one landing with a solid smack as her ass bounced off my hips like it was made for this.

Each thrust pulled a new sound from her throat—whimpers that trembled, breathless moans that shook the air, her voice cracking when I hit just the right angle that made her body shiver.

Slap.

I brought my hand down on her ass—firm, commanding, just enough sting to make her jolt, a sharp gasp spilling from her lips.

She loved it.

Her moan skyrocketed—high-pitched, shaky, dripping with need. "Marcus, yes—do that again—"

So I did.

Smack.

Another slap landed hard on her ass, this time my other hand digging into her waist to steady her as I thrust harder. The table groaned beneath us, rocking with every impact. Her breasts bounced wildly with the movement, thighs trembling like they were about to give out, and her hair spread in a wild, tangled halo around her face as she fought to hold herself together.

But she couldn’t.

She was unraveling.

The sounds we made filled the room now—wet, filthy, and perfect. My name spilled from her lips again and again, each moan rougher, wetter, more desperate than the last.

"P-Peter—fuck—I can’t—" Her voice broke, ragged and raw.

I didn’t stop. Instead, I slipped my hand under her again, fingers sliding between her slick thighs, circling just right—finding that spot that made her body shudder uncontrollably.

Her legs nearly gave out beneath her.

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