My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

I never thought he could be this kind of man.
Disgusting. How dare he blackmail me like this?
But he had me cornered. What choice did I have but to swallow my pride? His face was inches from mine—I wanted to slap him senseless, but I couldn't. The fear of pushing him too far kept me frozen. And the worst part? The video was real. I had no way out.
My voice shook, barely above a whisper. "Not here… Someone could see. Let's meet another time. Then we can—"
Nathan Roscente cut me off with a smirk, standing abruptly. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me until my legs instinctively wrapped around him.
Click. The lock engaged, sealing us inside, muffling the distant hum of the office outside.
He sank back into his chair, keeping me pinned in his lap. His gaze burned into me before he closed the distance, his lips claiming mine in a slow, teasing kiss. Then his tongue slipped past my defenses, exploring my mouth with a hunger that left me breathless.
My body, already on edge, ignited under his touch. A soft moan escaped before I could stop it.
With practiced ease, he unhooked my bra. My breasts spilled free, pressing against him as his mouth descended, teeth grazing, tongue swirling. His other hand slid down, gripping my backside with possessive hunger.
Shame evaporated. I should have fought, should have protested—but my arms wound around his neck instead, pulling him closer.
The hard evidence of his desire pressed against me, sparking a fire Daniel Evans had never come close to igniting. A traitorous thought flickered—even without the blackmail, if Nathan had lured me with a promotion or a raise, would I have resisted at all?
His fingers found the zipper of my shorts, tugging it down to reveal pink lace beneath.
"Strip. Lie on the desk."
Leaning back, he looked like a predator in heat, his gaze searing through me.
Sunlight poured through the windows, gilding us in gold. Doing this in broad daylight, in a space so exposed, felt wrong. Rationally, I knew no one could see us—but my conscience screamed in protest. I hesitated, frozen.
Nathan's patience snapped. He hauled me onto the desk, yanking my panties down. My back hit the wood with a sharp thud, pain arching through me.
He dragged me closer, spreading my legs before burying his face between them.
Two years of marriage, and Daniel had never done this. The thought of how filthy I must taste made me burn with humiliation—but Nathan devoured me like a man starved. His tongue worked relentlessly, pushing me higher, until every nerve in my body was alight.
I was unraveling, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. This—this was what they meant by ecstasy beyond words.
A broken whimper tore from my throat. "I—I can't! Please… stop! No more!"
He finally pulled back, gripping my ankles and yanking me toward him. As I lifted my hips, I saw him unzip his pants.
It was happening. And God help me, I ached for it.
Then—
Knock, knock.
"Hey, Nathan? Why's the door locked? It's Isabella. Open up."
My blood turned to ice.
Isabella Winston. Nathan's girlfriend.