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The office smelled of paper but Emma barely noticed. Her thoughts were elsewhere—on Adrian, on the way he claimed her last night, on the way he made her heart raced even at a glance.

She tried to focus on her work, typing a report for him, but the sound of him approaching made her heart leap. He leaned against her desk, arms crossed, his gaze locking onto hers.

“You are distracted,” he said.

Emma’s cheeks flushed. “I… I am trying, Daddy.”

“That is not enough,” he murmured.

He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her shoulder. “You think you can hide your thoughts from me?”

She bit her lip, cheeks burning. “I… I didn’t mean to—”

“You didn’t mean to what?” His lips curved slightly. “You didn’t mean to want me?”

Emma’s breath hitched. She couldn’t lie. She wanted him.

“I… I want you,” she admitted softly, almost ashamed of the truth.

Adrian’s smile deepened. “Good,” he murmured. “Because you belong to me, Emma. Your wants, your needs… they are mine to command. And I plan to test exactly how far that goes.”

He circled her slowly. Emma’s heart raced as he leaned close.

“You have been thinking about last night,” he said, voice husky. “I can feel it.”

“Yes…” she whispered, cheeks hot.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly. “You need to learn that your obedience isn’t just physical.”

He stepped back abruptly, pulling her attention with a sharp gesture. “Stand.”

Emma obeyed.

Adrian’s eyes roamed her body, and even the smallest look made her shiver. “Tonight, I am going to remind you exactly what it means to be mine.”

The second the office door clicked shut behind them, Adrian simply reached for her wrist, pulled her up from the chair, and spun her so her back slammed gently against the tall window overlooking the city thirty floors below.

Cold glass met her shoulder blades. His mouth met her throat.

“Hands on the glass. Above your head. Don’t move them.”

Emma obeyed instantly. Adrian’s fingers found the buttons of her blouse and tore them open in one impatient yank. He didn’t bother with the bra—he shoved it down beneath her breasts, exposing her to the empty office and the glittering city beyond.

“Look at them,” he growled against her ear, teeth scraping the shell. “All those people down there. None of them know you are about to be fucked senseless against this window. None of them will ever see the marks I am going to leave on what is mine.”

He dropped to his knees in front of her, shocking her with the sudden shift. Strong hands shoved her pencil skirt up to her waist. He didn’t ease her panties down—he ripped them at the hip, the lace tearing with a sharp sound that made her gasp.

Adrian looked up the length of her body, eyes black with hunger.

“Spread.”

She widened her stance. He didn’t tease. His mouth sealed over her clit, hot and merciless, sucking hard while two fingers plunged inside her. Emma’s head fell back against the glass with a thud, a broken cry echoing in the empty office. He devoured her like he was starving, tongue lashing, fingers curling ruthlessly until her thighs shook and her palms squeaked against the window.

When she came the first time, it was sudden and violent, hips bucking against his face. He kept licking, gentler now, drawing the aftershocks out until she was trembling and begging.

Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spun her roughly to face the glass.

“Forehead to the window. Ass out.”

Emma bent forward, cheek pressed to the cool surface, watching the tiny cars crawl far below. Behind her, she heard his belt, the rasp of his zipper. Then the thick, blunt head of his cock dragged through her soaked folds once, twice, coating himself.

He didn’t warn her. He simply gripped her hips and buried himself to the root in one brutal thrust. Emma screamed, the sound swallowed by the empty office, her breath fogging the glass.

Adrian set a rhythm, hips slamming against her ass, the slap of skin loud in the silence. Every thrust pushed her breasts against the cold window, nipples aching.

One of his hands snaked around her throat, pulling her back so her spine arched.

“You feel that?” he rasped, voice ragged. “Every inch of you stretched around me? This is what ownership feels like.”

His other hand slid up her torso, pinching a nipple hard enough to make her cry out, then higher, wrapping possessively around the front of her throat just below her jaw.

“I am going to mark you where everyone will see,” he promised darkly.

He spun her again, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned her to the glass with his hips, cock still buried deep. The city lights blurred behind her.

Adrian’s mouth latched onto the delicate spot just below her collarbone, right where her blouse would never fully hide it. He sucked hard, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, then bit down hard.

Emma shattered a second time, clenching around him so violently he groaned against her skin. The pain of the bite twisted into blinding pleasure, her nails raking down his back through his shirt.

He pulled back just enough to admire the dark, blooming bruise, his eyes feral with satisfaction.

“Mine,” he snarled, and slammed into her twice more before cuming, pulsing hot and deep inside her.

For a long moment they stayed there, pressed to the window, his forehead against hers, both of them breathing hard. Slowly, he lowered her until her feet touched the floor, but he didn’t let go. He traced the fresh, vicious mark with one thumb.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered against her lips, “when you sit at that desk, every time you move you will feel me inside you. Every time someone looks at you, they will see my mark on your skin.”

Emma’s knees barely held her. Adrian steadied her with a hand at her waist, eyes still dark.

“Fix your blouse, little girl,” he murmured. “Leave the top two buttons undone. I want that mark to peek out every time you breathe.”

She nodded, dazed, trembling.