Magnets

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I knocked on the door, my body already gearing up for some kind of fight. It always ended like that. The friction between us when we were alone was stifling.

I couldn't help pushing his buttons. Pissing him off was never my intention, but it helped ease some of the tension between us. So be it.

He grunted a response from the other side of the door and I opened it. I was immediately irritated when he greeted me with a smile that soured instantly once he realized who it was. He had such a handsome smile, I just never saw it.

What do you want? It wasn't a question and he stayed sitting at his desk, spinning around in his chair to face me. Delivery for you! I brightened my voice to a tone I knew irritated him, but my hands were still shaking.

Just being this close to him made me squirm. I hated it. Hated him for making me feel this way.

What, Alex couldn't deliver this himself? Well, he's busy. He scoffed a reply, snatching the papers out of my hands and throwing them on the desk next to him.

He ran a hand through his hair, making pieces of it fall in front of his eyes. Is that it? He whispered, his voice tight.

One more thing, I responded, walking into his space and leaning a hip on the desk next to him. His eyes tracked me like a predator tracks prey, his body unmoving otherwise. Coiled.

It made me want to run. It made me wish he'd chase me. Alex wants these back by tomorrow.

That got his attention. His eyes blazing at me as he stood up in a rage, slamming his chair backwards with his knees. What? Tomorrow? There's no fucking way.

I craned my head back to watch the rage on his face before bursting out laughing, which only darkened his gaze towards me. I clutched my stomach, nerves rattling around inside of me. I don't know why I said that.

I knew he'd respond that way. Bitch, he spat. The way his hair hung in front of his eyes did little to filter the blistering rage he was throwing in my direction.

I feigned hurt and wiped a theatrical tear from my eye. I couldn't resist. He didn't actually say that, did he? Another non-question.

Nah, but you should have seen your face. I made the motion of a chef's kiss. Priceless.

My words were cut off by his hand around my wrist and we both looked at it in shock. Like he hadn't meant to do it either, but here we were. He was shaking.

Maybe I pushed him too far this time. I knew that Alex had been riding his ass to keep up with the demands of the business as it grew. Since I met Alex and we had started dating, he quickly introduced me to his very small team and there was something between me and this very confusing man in front of me that I didn't understand.

Why do you like pissing me off? He whispered slowly, his chest barely moving as we both stood suspended in the moment. Because you irritate me and pissing you off is fun, I responded, my words meaning less and less as my eyes traveled from my wrist to his gaze.

He yanked my wrist towards him, pulling me off balance as the other hand caught my jaw roughly. Is that right? He whispered.

A cold, calculated tone had taken root in his voice and I felt my body respond so fast it made my stomach cramp. I understood what this was now and we were careening towards dangerous territory. You like pissing me off? I felt my face light up, bright heat spilling into my cheeks as he effortlessly held my face with one hand.

Yeah. He narrowed his gaze at me. Then why are you shaking right now? I flicked my tongue out to wet my lips, his attention on them in a way I'd never experienced before.

He lingered on them before his gaze cut back to mine. Because you're making me nervous, you piece of shit, let me go. I watched him evaluate me, his eyes carefully studying mine before slowly backing me into the desk.

Oh, I don't think this is nerves, princess. The way the words spilled from his lips tilted the room around me. He figured it out faster than I did.

And it didn't make me hate him any less. I had to crane my head back to look at him. The way he towered over me made me nervous and my body agreed, except it latched onto the way he called me princess.

Don't call me that. I whispered, no weight behind my words, and it earned a venomous smile from him. And why not? That is what you are, isn't it? He brought his face close to mine, tightening his grip on my jaw just enough to keep my full attention.

A pampered fucking princess who's never had to do any real fucking work around here because you're banging the boss. How fucking dare you? Shut the fuck up.

I'm not done. We both panted in close proximity to each other, and I reached behind me to push the papers out of the way. I carefully pushed my hips up on it to avoid continuing to be bent over backwards.

Sitting around here all day, doing his bidding in those tight fucking pencil skirts. He hissed, his eyes trailing down my cheek to my neck before stopping on my chest that was heaving. The room felt so close while he practically vibrated with rage in front of me.

You like this? He whispered, a slice of awe brightening his whisper. I do fucking not.

He lifted his hand to slap me hard enough to shut me up. I felt the sting of his palm echo in my pussy, and I knew I was in trouble. Every time we were in the same room, he made me nervous, and I never understood why.

Now I know. I said, shut the fuck up. He hissed, his hand returning to my jaw as the knuckles on his other hand grazed against my nipples that were straining against the fabric of my shirt.

There was desire in his gaze I wanted. It was always there, and I had wanted it from day one. I hate you.

He breathed as he closed the gap, crushing his lips to mine. I couldn't help but moan in response. The way his lips fit perfectly against mine felt too good.

I opened my mouth to let his tongue in before I could think, his mouth tasting better than I could have ever imagined. I drank him in, starved for this type of energy, this type of response. My hands grabbed his body and squeezed roughly, hard enough to make him moan into my mouth, and I became addicted.

It wasn't until I felt his hand on my throat that I surfaced, my eyes glassy and unfocused as he pulled back. I fucking hate you, he whispered, his voice filled with pain instead of venom. Let go of me.

This time he backed away just enough for me to sit upright, as if the clouds were clearing in his eyes. Spoiled pampered princess. Stop calling me that.

I pushed off the desk to stand close to him because I hated that being close to him was what I wanted. He watched me close the gap between us, his eyes darkening. Where's Alex right now? This question caught me off guard.

He's in his office, why? I furrowed my brow in confusion and missed him grabbing my shoulder, spinning me around before slamming my face into the desk as he tossed it. I grunted with the impact.

Why would he send his princess to me, knowing how I feel about her? He mused as he placed one of his hands in the middle of my shoulder blades, the wide palm keeping me pinned as I struggled beneath him. How you feel about me? Yeah.

He breathed as he pressed into me from behind and I felt how hard he was. He was thick behind the zipper of his dress pants and he took his time grinding into me before leaning his upper body over me to hiss in my ear. I hate you.

Yeah, well fuck you too. I spat back, this aggression making my head spin and I just wanted a crumb of clarity. He laughed in response, his other hand finding my hips to rock into me while I was pinned against the desk.

I hated his confidence, but I was soaking my panties. I think not. He laughed as his hands trailed down my hips, yanking my skirt up roughly over them.

Don't. I whimpered beneath him. I didn't want him touching me and finding out just how much I wanted this.

Wanted him. How every time we were this close, this is what I wanted. And how every time I was with Alex, I imagined I was with him.

Don't what? He growled as he kicked my legs apart, a sharp laugh making me jump as he pressed a single finger against my panties. You fucking slut.

You like this. I fucking knew it. I said don't.

I whimpered again, rage filled tears stinging my eyes. And I said shut the fuck up. He ground out through his teeth as he continued to press and rub my pussy through my soaked panties.

Even your pussy smells good. Fuck. I squirmed underneath him, my face heating to my hairline with shame.

I wanted him so fucking badly. I hated being around him because there was a magnetism I couldn't fight. What am I going to do with a pretty, soaked, princess pussy, huh? He asked, his words mocking and sharp.

Let me go. I tried feebly, covering my mouth with my hand to hide a moan when he located my swollen clit through my panties, pressing in and rubbing tight circles. Oh, I don't think so.

He murmured as he continued rubbing. Putting his hand away gave me the room to take a breath, except he kept his hand on the center of my back the whole time. All I could do was listen as his other hand undid the button and fly on his pants.

Another thrill rushing through me. How tight is this princess pussy, princess? He mocked as he settled back against me, the hot, thick length of him pressed against the wetness of my panties.

He shifted his hand from my back around to grab my jaw again, pulling my face to the side so he could press his nose into my cheek. We were both panting hard, the emotions zipping between us making us breathless. I whimpered as he used one finger to pull my soaked panties to the side, the cold air of the office making me hiss and whine.

I'm going to fuck you. As soon as you tell me that you fucking want this. Fuck you, I'm not saying shit.

My sentence dissolved in my mouth as he lightly ran a single finger through the slick, dripping seam of my pussy. He continued the motion, listening to the hitches in my breath before gripping my face tighter. You're a bad fucking liar.

Several minutes went by as he slipped a finger through my wetness to find my throbbing clit, resting the pad of his finger on it just to feel my heartbeat. I feel how badly you want this, princess. You're not the only one.

Just fucking say it. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the haze of how good his finger felt on me, how good his body felt crushed against mine pinning me to the desk, how all of this I could never fucking have. I hated him for it.

I couldn't stop. Fuck me, I whispered through clenched teeth. What was that? I couldn't fucking hear you.

I said, fuck me. It felt good to finally say the words I'd wanted to since we met, but it didn't matter now. I hate how no matter what I do, I can't stay away from you, you arrogant fuck.

And I hate the fact that you're not mine, how every time you're close to me I want my hands on you to make sure that you know you're mine, you fucking bitch. If I had known that your pussy was this wet every time I was near you, I would have made a move sooner, but. ..

He paused as he pushed his thumb into me until he could rub my clit with the webbing of his thumb and forefinger. I've had to endure years of your fucking attitude instead. He removed his thumb and I felt him line up the swollen head of his cock, swiping it through the juices that were spilling out of me before pushing inside my pussy.

I gasped as he pushed, the fat head of his cock splitting me open. I felt my pussy lips wrap around the head of his cock before he stopped. We couldn't breathe deep enough.

I couldn't stop my pussy from squeezing and relaxing around him. He felt too fucking good already. He laughed darkly.

Of course you have a perfect fucking pussy. You're Alex's girl, but you should be mine. He growled as he let go of my face, covering my mouth with his hand before slamming his entire length inside of me.

I cried out into his hand, the muffled moans of him hilting himself inside my wet heat, barely making a sound around his fingers. Mine. He pulled out of me to slam back in, the sounds of our bodies colliding in the office sounding more lewd the longer it went on.

My pussy was soaked around his slick shaft as he slid in and out of me. You should be mine, but since I can't fucking have you, I'm going to have you in this moment, so shut the fuck up. Don't ruin this for me.

What he didn't know is I didn't want to ruin this for me either. I lost myself in the rough, deep chaos.