Baron's POV

He kept pounding into me, each thrust leaving me breathless.

Oh fuck. God.

My fingers held on to the desk, trying to hold on while my body rocked forward with every brutal push of his hips.

“You love this, don’t you?” he growled against my ear. “Love being bent over like a whore in God’s house. Love taking my cock while you beg for forgiveness you don’t deserve.”

“Yes, Father,” I panted, all atom of my senses gone. “Fuck, yes. I love it. I love being your whore.”

His hand slid around to my throat again, squeezing just enough to make my head spin. “Say it louder. I...