In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 308

Alexei devoured her mouth like he’d been waiting all night, teeth grazing her lower lip before sucking it in, pulling a guttural sound from her throat. Keira dug her fingers into his shoulders as though she needed something to anchor her, hips grinding down into him.

“Fuck, Warner,” his words broke past his lips, hot against her tongue. “You’re unreal.”

She tilted her head back, gasping when his mouth left hers to map a wet trail down her throat, biting at her collarbone before soothing it with his tongue. “Do you know… you talk too much,” she managed, but her voice shook, betraying the way her body clamped around him as he thrust upward to meet her.

Alexei’s laugh rumbled against her chest. “Then shut me up.” His hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her down to him again, kissing her like he owned every part of her, not just her mouth.

She rose on her knees and slammed back down, the slick impact rattling through both of them. His head fell back, teeth clenched, jaw tight. Keira watched him unravel in front of her and reveled in it.

His hands trailed down to her ass, gripping tight as he began to drive up into her, forcing a harsher rhythm. The wet slap of skin filled the air alongside her strained breaths. She clutched at his chest, dragging her nails lightly enough to leave angry red marks across his sternum.

Alexei’s breath hitched. Instead of slowing him, it spurred him on, hips lifting harder, taking the control from her and setting a brutal pace she had no choice but to fall into. "You do like to use your nails don't you."

Her head tipped back, hair falling down her spine. “Oh…god—”

“He isn't here to help you,” he growled, sitting up and locking one arm tight around her waist so she couldn’t escape. “Say my name.”

Her nails dug in deeper, legs trembling as she gasped out, “Lex—” broken in half on another hard snap of his hips.

That dangerous little smirk pulled at his mouth even while his breathing tore from him in shreds. “Good girl.” He slid a hand up her front until he found her breast, fingers pinching and rolling the taut nipple until her thighs shook from it.

Keira moved against him, nails clawing into his shoulders now. She hated that his words lit her up, hated that she was so open, so raw, yet she clenched violently around him every time he barked praise or command.

“Don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly into his ear. “Please—”

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