تسجيل الدخولKier's POV:I stand up slightly, pushing my chair back, and grip her head with both hands. “Open your throat for me, baby.”Then I fuck her face.I thrust into her warm, willing mouth with deep, steady strokes, using her like a toy. She gags loudly every time I push past her gag reflex, tears streaming down her cheeks and mixing with the spit dripping onto her tits. But she doesn’t pull away. She takes it, moaning, humming, looking up at me with that desperate, adoring expression that always makes me feel a little less like a failure for a few minutes.“Gosh, your mouth feels so fucking good,” I rasp, hips snapping faster, you see now, this is why cheated on Celestine. “Just like that. Take it all.”Saliva runs down her chin in messy strings. Her mascara is smudged. Her red hair is tangled in my fists. The sounds are pornographic, wet glucking, choking, my low grunts. I fuck her face harder, chasing the release I need so badly. Her throat squeezes around me rhythmically as she swallow
Kier's POV:Sable is another problem.She is getting bigger now, her belly swollen with the child that is supposed to be my fresh start, my second chance, my opportunity to be the father I never had. But she is also getting more demanding, more possessive, more difficult to be around.She shows up at my office unannounced, waddling through the door with her hand on her back, complaining about the heat and the traffic and the fact that I did not answer her texts quickly enough. My assistants look at her with barely concealed disdain. My business partners raise their eyebrows when they see her. She is not polished or sophisticated or discreet as before when I knew her. She is loud and demanding and embarrassing.But she is also good at certain things.The door clicks shut behind her and I’m already leaning back in my chair, loosening my tie. The stress of the day, of the week, weeks even, sits like lead in my chest. Celestine’s latest move had gutted another major client. Everything was
KIER'S POV:FEW DAYS LATER:My life is falling apart and I do not know how to stop it.The business is struggling which is the polite way of saying it is hemorrhaging money, losing clients, falling apart at the seams. I do not understand what is happening. I have always been good at this, always been able to close deals and charm investors and keep the ship moving forward even when the waters were rough. But now nothing is working. Every deal I try to make falls through at the last minute. Every client I try to keep gets poached by someone offering better terms, better service and better something. My stock price is in freefall. My board is muttering about a vote of no confidence. My lawyers are calling me with bad news every single day.It takes me a while to figure out what is happening. Too long, probably. I am so busy trying to put out fires that I do not stop to ask who is lighting them. But then I see her name on a contract, on a deal, on the lips of a client who tells me that t
CELESTINE'S POV:Kier’s face flashes through my mind uninvited, and the contrast is almost painful. He never ate me out. Never wanted me dripping and desperate. He’d finish, roll off, and leave me feeling empty and worthless, like a warm hole he tolerated out of obligation.Tears prick my eyes and they are not from pain, but from the sheer difference. Lysander notices immediately.“Eyes on me, baby,” he growls, slowing just enough to grind deep and possessive. “Feel me. Feel how hard I am for you. That spineless bastard never deserved this cunt. Never deserved you. You’re mine now. Every fucking inch.”His words undo me. I come again, sobbing, and he pulls out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach. He yanks my hips up and slams back in from behind, one hand fisting my hair, the other gripping my ass as he rails me mercilessly. The new angle hits even deeper. I’m moaning shamelessly into the sheets, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust.He slaps my ass hard, the sting blooming into
CELESTINE'S POV:I laugh. I cannot help it. The sound bubbles up out of me, surprised and delighted and full of a joy I did not know I was capable of feeling."Ruthless?" I say, walking toward him. "I prefer the term strategically aggressive."He grins, that slow, wolfish grin that makes my stomach flip. "You stole a contract out from under your ex husband's nose. You made his biggest client jump ship. You are systematically dismantling everything he has built. That is not strategically aggressive. That is ruthless and I love it."I stop in front of him and put my hands on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat under my palms, steady and strong and quickening as I look up into his eyes."You are biased," I say."Of course I am biased. I am your husband. I am supposed to be biased. But I am also right. You are a force of nature, Celestine. And watching you destroy Kier Thornwell is the sexiest thing I have ever seen."I push him onto the bed.He falls back against the pillows, laughing, s
CELESTINE'S POV:"Kier Thornwell is a bully. Bullies only understand one thing. Power. When he sees that we are not afraid of him, that we are willing to fight back, he will crumble. He is already crumbling. His stock price has dropped fifteen percent in the last month. His business partners are jumping ship. His credit lines are being frozen. He is a man standing on the edge of a cliff, and he does not even know it yet."Another executive, a woman named Patricia who ran our legal department, spoke up. She was sharp and precise and rarely spoke in meetings unless she had something important to say."Miss Valancourt, I have reviewed the Thornwell Industries contracts. If we go after Rotterdam Maritime, we will be exposed to lawsuits. Probably multiple lawsuits. The legal fees alone could run into the millions. Are you prepared to authorize that kind of expenditure?""Yes.""And if we lose?""We will not lose. Because we are not doing anything illegal. We are offering a client a better







