Confusion passed over her face, eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to decipher whether she'd heard him right. But she had. If the way he'd been looking at her body, the lingering, ogling and inappropriate stares at her, the slow glances trailing over her ass as she walked him through the hospital halls hadn't been enough certainty, with this now she knew there was no mistaking his intent.
Before she could even proceed to react, she felt it a sharp and sudden slap landing hard across her ass. The sound cracked through the office and her body jolted forward in shock. Her body jolted, more from shock than pain, frozen for a second as her mind caught up with the violation.
"Y-You." she gasped, voice tight with shock and fury.
Devon's lip curled into a sneer. "Fine. I'll do it myself."
Without warning, he stepped in, a sharp, aggressive movement. In one brutal motion, he grabbed the front of her blouse and tore it open, buttons scattering across the floor. The sudden exposure startled her, the shock momentarily rooting her in place.
Before she could react, he seized her shoulders and spun her around, slamming her forward onto the desk. One hand pressed down on the back of her neck, the other yanking her arms behind her, locking her in place with a force that sent a jolt of fear through her.
"Dr. Devon!" Sophie cried out, her voice sharp with shock. She immediately began to struggle, trying to break free from his grasp, but her efforts were in vain as he held her firmly in place. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Let go of me!" she snapped, her body fighting his at every angle, refusing to let panic swallow her completely.
Landing another audacious smack on her ass, the lust oh Devon's face only seemed to grow. He loosened the back of a skirt and with little effort he had the skirt coming to the ground.
But he didn't respond. He grabbed her wrists, yanking them behind her roughly, holding them together with a grip so tight it sent sparks of pain through her arms. She fought against him, twisting, kicking, trying to break free but he was stronger.
In that moment The image she had once painted of Devon shattered in an instant, and all that was left was horror. Clearly, there had been things the public didn't know about the so-called prodigy.
He was a monster.
Her mind screamed in revolt, but her body was powerless, trapped beneath the weight of his force. She could feel no sympathy, no remorse from the man behind her. His eyes were cold and his lips curling into the faintest trace of a sneer. If anything, the sound of her pleas seemed to annoy and irritate him.
Sophie's breath caught as he pressed her head even harder against the desk, the edge digging painfully into her cheek. She could barely move, could barely think past the overwhelming surge of fear.
"And," Devon spoke, his voice low, "in case you weren't aware… I specifically had this space soundproofed. So your shouts?" He paused for emphasis, his grip tightening. "They won't change anything."
"Instead," Devon growled into her ear, his voice low and commanding, "why don't you just get used to this now?"
He pressed his body firmly against her from behind, pinning her to the edge of the table. One hand gripped her hip, holding her in place, while the other slid up her front, fingers slipping beneath the edge of her bra. He didn't ask, he took. He palmed her breast roughly, his thumb circling her nipple with calculated pressure until she arched back into him.
With a swift motion, he unhooked her bra and yanked it down, baring her to the cool air and his touch. His hand roamed freely now gripping, kneading, as he roamed his hand around her breasts with a mixture of impatience and hunger.
"Please, let me go!" Sophie cried, her voice growing louder with panic.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she choked out a plea, her body writhing in a desperate attempt to break free from his iron grip. But the pressure between her thighs only grew when something rigid and unfamiliar pressed against the thin barrier of her underwear. Her body convulsed with a fresh wave of terror.
Another sharp smack landed on her ass, the sound echoing in the room. The impact sent a ripple through her flesh, and Devon's eyes darkened with hunger. He licked his lips slowly, deliberately, as he slid her panties down inch by inch revealing the full, trembling curve of her exposed skin.
He paused for a heartbeat, just long enough to admire the soft swell of her bare skin, then slid his palm across it, slow and possessive, his fingers spreading wide as if to claim every inch.
"Dr. Devon… I'm a married woman," Sophie gasped, her voice cracking as she stomped her foot in protest. "This is wrong."
Her words, however, were of no heed to Devon. He proceeded with his actions, gripping his cock tightly, the need pulsing through his veins, and slammed it against Sophie's ass. He trailed it slowly over her entrance, feeling the slick heat of her skin in front of him.
Then, with a growl buried in his throat, Devon pushed forward.
Her body clamped down around him the moment he penetrated into her, like she was trying to force him out with every muscle in her core. There was no welcome in the way she held him; it was resistance, pure and instinctive. The heat of her was fierce, and the pressure was almost punishing as he fought to drive deeper.
His grip on her hips tightened, holding her steady as he pressed forward, inch by inch. Every movement felt like a battle with her body straining against him, resisting his cock with all her might. It only made him push harder however.
A shudder rolled through him as her walls tried to squeeze him out, but he refused to stop. A rough groan tore from his throat, low and ragged, as the tightness threatened to undo him. She was unlike anything he'd ever felt in his life, her pussy was unyielding, overwhelming, and impossibly tight.