My Childhood Bully is a Mafia Boss-Chapter 40

Ivy

I squirmed in his grip, but it only seemed to fuel his anger as he effortlessly lifted me up onto my desk like I weighed nothing. The wooden surface creaked under my weight.

He leaned down over me, one hand braced on either side of my hips, pinning me to the desk. His face was a mere inch from mine now - brow furrowed, making it hard for me not to stare at every line etched into those handsome features.

"You’re pissing me off," he whispered harshly into my ear. "Tell me what I want to know."

I couldn’t help but whimper softly at the possessiveness in his tone and the way he held me captive under his intense gaze. My mind raced as I tried to think of how best to respond without admitting anything important about Derek or inciting further wrath from Aidan.

"He was just an old boyfriend from college," I breathed.

"That’s not what I asked, Ivy. I asked if he was the one who took your first time." Aidan asked.

I flushed under his intense gaze and despite being fully clothed, I felt naked. "I don’t owe you an answer. So just fuck off!" I growled.

Aidan pressed his lips fiercely against mine, almost angrily, as if he were trying to prove a point.

I felt the heat of his breath on my neck and gasped in surprise. His tongue found its way past my lips, demanding entry, and I reluctantly parted them slightly as he thrust his tongue deeper into my mouth.

His hands ran through my hair, causing goosebumps to form on my skin.

I could feel his heart racing as fast as mine was.

He growled softly against my lips and I could taste the desperation on his tongue.

Was taking my virginity all that important to him? But why? Was it an ego thing? Was it some kind of a prize he was hoping to win?

He pulled back abruptly, and we both gasped for air. His eyes were dark and stormy, like the sea during a thunderstorm.

I felt a hot flush of shame creep up my neck as he pressed his lips to my ear, his rough stubble scraping against my skin.

"I know it was him," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "But I will show you how a real man does it." He nipped at my earlobe, making me shiver in anticipation.

I could feel the hunger in his touch, the way his hands moved possessively over my body like he owned it.

"You egoistic maniac! You are not better than any other man," I hissed through clenched teeth.

"You sure about that, baby?" Aidan smirked.

He trailed kisses along my jawline, making me squirm in his arms. His lips moved lower to the hollow of my neck, where he nipped gently before whispering, "I bet he couldn’t make you feel like this."

His tongue traced circles around the sensitive skin just below my earlobe, and I shivered uncontrollably. God, why did he have to be so damn good at this?

Aidan pulled back again but stayed close enough for our bodies to brush against each other at every chance they got - a slow burn ignited inside me as our hips collided once more.

"I’m going to take what I want from you now," he said, kissing me again.

His tongue invaded my mouth roughly but expertly, as if it had been waiting for this moment for years. He tasted sharp and smoky, with just a hint of whiskey on his breath mixed with his familiar scent that sent tingles through my body.

My hands fisted in his shirt as I tried to keep myself grounded in the present moment. This wasn’t about Derek anymore; this was about Aidan and his raw desire consuming me whole.

I felt his fingers fumbling with the zipper on my dress and tried to push him off again. "Aidan, stop it. This isn’t the time or place."

He growled in frustration and slammed his fist against the desk. "I can’t control myself around you, Ivy," he said through gritted teeth.

For a moment, I didn’t speak. I only stared.

He leaned in again, his lips grazing my jawline as he whispered, "Say you want it too."

"I..." my words caught in my throat. My heart pounded erratically, and my stomach did flip-flops in anticipation. He was right. I did want it. But my pride was telling me to stop.

"Say you want me to fuck you against this desk," he said again, more demandingly this time.

My eyes darted around the room. What if someone walked in right now?

His hand found its way under my dress, trailing up my thigh slowly, sending chills down my spine. His fingers traced the edge of my lace underwear before slipping inside, searching for wetness.

I gasped as he found it and groaned in approval.

"I won’t say it," she whispered back, even though every cell in my body was urging me to say yes.

Aidan’s hands were like magnets pulling me closer, our bodies pressed tightly together now. He made a low growl that vibrated through his chest into mine, causing goosebumps all over my skin.

He kissed along my jawline again, teeth grazing softly against my neck while one hand cupped the back of my head possessively while the other slid up further between our bodies until it reached its target - finding the hard nub between my legs through the thin fabric between them - teasing circles around it making me moan involuntarily despite myself while still maintaining eye contact with me.

"Are you sure you want to fight me Ivy?" he growled lowly, punctuating each word with another teasing circle around my sensitive bud. I couldn’t help but whimper as his other hand trailed up my side, grazing along my ribcage before cupping one of my breasts over my shirt.

My nipple hardened immediately under his touch and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight to my core. His lips met mine in a searing kiss, taking advantage of my parted lips.

As he continued to tease me relentlessly, his hips began moving against me purposefully, grinding his erection against my clit through our clothes.

My eyes fluttered shut as the room started to spin around us.

His hands gripped my hips tightly as if trying to imprint himself onto me as he pushed me back against the desk forcefully yet gently at the same time.

"Say it," he whispered hoarsely against my lips. My mind went blank for a moment until reality snapped back into focus, and all I could do was nod in agreement like a bobblehead doll caught up in the heat of passion’s current.

Aidan chuckled darkly against my mouth before letting out a deep groan.

His other hand trailed down my side, smoothing over my stomach and then between my legs, his fingers finding the damp material of my panties, teasing at the entrance to my pussy.

He pushed them aside just enough to slip a finger inside, searching for my entrance - I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck as he nuzzled there while he thrust his finger in and out gently, searching for the spot that would send me over the edge.

I gasped as he found it, nipples hardening even more under his touch, my body arching into his hand involuntarily.

"That’s it," he murmured against the side of my neck, nipping softly. "Feel how much you want this?"

Oh, god. I want it.

Swallowing thickly, I nodded rapidly, unable to find my voice.

In a single fluid movement, he turned me over and, pushed me down onto the desk, and pulled my skirt and panties down to my ankles.

I felt the head of his cock nudge at my entrance, and I let out a shaky moan.

"Say it Ivy. Say you want me to fuck you against this desk," Aidan growled again, his voice an octave lower than before.

"I want you to fuck me against this desk," I panted out, heat creeping up my cheeks even as I said the words out loud.

Aidan growled triumphantly and slammed into me hard, filling me completely in one go with no warning or hesitation whatsoever.

He thrust into me.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Each time he hit my core, I arched back against him, gripping the edge of the desk for support as he pounded into me mercilessly.

I couldn’t think straight anymore.

All that mattered was him... inside of me... touching me... everywhere.

"You belong to me," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Every inch of you is mine to possess. Your lips, your breasts, your delicious little pussy - all mine."

With each forceful thrust, I couldn’t help but whimper his name.

This shouldn’t turn me on, this should anger me.

But here I was, being consumed by raw desire as this man assaulted me against the desk in my own office.

Pathetic. But it felt so good.

Aidan’s hands clenched tighter on my hips, his grip bruising but not painful as if he could feel my inner turmoil and needed to claim me as his own.

His mouth found my neck again, sucking and biting, marking me as his.

And I let him.

Because in that moment, I knew.

He was right.

I was his.