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“Then yes, I want us back. I will still marry you. I’m yours.” It was as if an earthquake shook the world when he kissed me. I hung onto his shoulders to keep from falling and felt his desperation and passion, but under it all, I felt his love.

No amount of yelling, hitting, or denying my feelings would make up for what happened between us. I was moving forward, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t find other ways to make Angelo pay. I particularly liked the idea of kicking a football at his head.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

ANGELO

“Sit down. Hands behind your head.” Jasmine did as I said. I preferred this position for her arms instead of behind her back. If I wanted to fuck her doggie style or up against a wall, then her arms weren’t in the way.

The relief I felt when she said she would be mine again made me want to sink to my knees and thank whoever was listening for the second chance. I would’ve kept her captive in a room until she agreed, but I didn’t want to do that.

Picking up the custom, padded leather restraints made only for her, I quickly put on the wrist cuffs. Next were the straps that forced her forearms to stay up like she was being arrested. I’d never played like this with anyone else. She brought out this side in me, and we found a mutual passion. Right from our first time together, I knew and wasn’t wrong.

Picking up the black diamond and amber encrusted nipple clamps, I kissed her as I secured them in place. Jasmine trembled, and I swallowed every shuddering breath and whimper. She tasted like heaven dipped in honey. That was why it was her safe word. I always felt like I was drowning in a pool of sticky golden liquid when I was around her.

I attached the cuffs to the arm straps to keep them in place, then stood back to admire her. I wasn’t just hard. I was on edge and needed to calm the fuck down to make this last. Opening the desk drawer, I pulled out my plastic ruler, and her eyes widened, making me smirk.

“I’m not putting this in you,” I said, and relief washed over her face as she sighed.

Holding the ruler against her leg, I smiled and watched her face as I pulled back on the plastic and let it go. She jumped slightly with the loud snap that left a red mark, but it was the flare of desire in her eyes that I was after.

“You like that, Tiger? You like being a little office slut?” Her cheeks pinked a deeper rose, but she bit her lip and nodded. “You want me to fuck you while I’m working?” She nodded again and wiggled on the desk. I snapped the ruler just below the first mark, and a soft moan left her lips. “You want me to fuck you while I’m on the phone? Maybe I’ll keep you under my desk, and you can suck my cock all day. Would you like that?” Her eyes lit up, and I rewarded her with another snap from the ruler. “Such a good girl, Tiger, a good girl indeed.”

My cock throbbed, the ache of genuine desire was an old friend. I snapped the ruler again and stroked my cock a few times. Jasmine licked her lips, her eyes following my every move.

“Lay down and hang over the desk. I want you to watch them as you come on my desk.”

She bit her lip and wiggled to tip herself over backward. One glance at the dark look in Dario’s and Enzo’s eyes as they stroked themselves told me exactly what she looked like.

I wanted them to watch. I loved it, but more than that, I was a dominant, fucking asshole. They could fuck Jasmine and love her, but she was still mine. I was marrying her. My ring would be on her finger, and it would be my name she signed to paper. And I didn’t give one flying fuck if that made me an inconsiderate prick.

As soon as she was in position, I used the ruler to tease her. The fact that she couldn’t see it now was as good as being blindfolded, and she shivered as I drew a little design on her stomach. Lifting the ruler, I waited until I could feel her antsy energy. I wanted her nervous but excited about what came next. Placing it over her clit I gave it a little smack, and she jumped then moaned. With her legs spread wide and on display for my eyes to feast, she was getting wetter by the second.

I gave her three smacks on her sensitive clit, and she cried out, her body shaking. I was tempted to come all over her just from watching her writhe on the desk. I could see it so clearly but reined myself in. There was plenty of time to make a mess of my beautiful Tiger.

The sound of the ruler was loud as it hit off her leg, then her stomach, and then I used it like a little paddle and tapped it off her pussy.

“Oh, god, yes,” she said. I stopped and walked around the desk so she could see me. Kneeling by her head, I held up the ruler, which was now glistening and wet.

“No, I’m not God.” She watched as I licked the ruler clean. “Only the Devil would eat your pussy like I do.”

Standing, I stared down at her. Her hair hung like a waterfall to the floor, and her tits heaved. “Make sure to scream my name next time.”

Crawling on the desk between her legs, I gripped the edge of the hardwood, and she butterflied her knees wider so that she had my arms as support. I didn’t want her to slip off the desk, and her trust in me made me smile. This was an awkward position to hold, and I wouldn’t be gentle. Lining up, I thrust into her pussy, making us both groan.

“Fuck,” was the only word I got out. My arms strained and flexed as my body begged for release, but I fought it back. I wanted Jasmine to scream the walls down so the neighbors miles away knew she was mine.

I was lost in the pleasure of each powerful thrust when I felt her coming, and she screamed my name. There was no sweeter sound than my name on her lips while she was caught in the throes of passion. Jasmine’s body arched higher off the desk as she rode the last of the waves. Pulling out, I smiled at the mess we’d already made. The moment she walked into the room, I wanted her wet with anticipation from the number of times I was going to fuck her on it.

Pushing myself up and off the desk, I grabbed her before she could fall. I smiled at the satisfied look on her face. I held her in my arms until the light-headedness in her eyes was gone and the quivering in her muscles ceased.

Placing her on the floor, I looked at the other two men. “On your knees, Tiger. Both of you come over here.” Gripping Jasmine’s chin, I forced her to look up at me. “You like sucking cock don’t you.”

“Yes,” her voice was soft and wispy, making me shiver.

“You want to feel those two big cocks sliding down your throat?”

She bit her bottom lip as she stared me in the eyes. “Yes.”