RINA

Graham’s hands suddenly encircled my waist and the brute force of his grip told me exactly what he wanted.

Slowly, he guided me forward toward his desk. My knees trembled with every single step, until the polished edge of his desk pressed hard against the front of my thighs.

"Hands on the desk, Princess," he rumbled, his voice sending a shiver straight down my spine. "Lean over. Let me see just how much you really want me to ruin you."

I drew in a sharp breath and did exactly what he said. I planted my palms firmly on the desk, bending my upper body forward until my back was...