Chapter 8

 

Lena's POV

I stared at Salvatore, my heart hammering against my ribs. His dark green eyes held no trace of jest, no hint of mercy. He sat behind his massive desk with predatory stillness, waiting.

"I don't understand," I whispered.

Though every cell in my body understood perfectly.

"If you want to seduce someone," Salvatore said, "you should start by taking off your clothes."

Heat flooded my cheeks, but I forced my trembling hands to move.

"Four and a half minutes remaining."

The countdown made my pulse spike. I reached behind me, fingers fumbling with the zipper of my black dress. The fabric whispered down my body, pooling around my heels. I stood before him in only black lace panties and a matching bra, my skin burning under his scrutiny.

Salvatore's gaze traveled over my exposed flesh with clinical detachment, as if I were livestock he was considering for purchase. The lack of interest in his eyes was more humiliating than hunger would have been.

"Continue."

My bra fell away, and I fought the urge to cover my breasts. The cool air made my nipples peak into tight buds, and I saw Salvatore's eyes flick down briefly before returning to my face with that same maddening indifference.

"Look at me," he commanded when I tried to turn away.

I met his gaze, searching desperately for any crack in that mask of control. Nothing.

"Three minutes."

Panic clawed at my throat. I was failing spectacularly. My hands shook as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, sliding the lace down my thighs. Now I stood completely naked before him, vulnerable and exposed.

I tried to channel every seductive scene I'd ever witnessed, letting my hands roam over my own skin. I cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers, gasping softly at the sensation. My other hand trailed down my stomach, fingers dancing over heated flesh.

Salvatore watched with the same expression he might wear while observing paint dry.

"Two minutes."

The words shattered my confidence. I moved closer to his desk, my fingers finding the slick heat between my legs. I was wet despite my mortification, my body betraying me even as my mind recoiled. I let my head fall back, soft moans escaping my lips as I touched myself.

Still nothing. No quickening of breath and no bulge pressing against his perfectly tailored trousers.

"One minute."

Desperation drove me around his desk. Without allowing myself to think, I climbed onto his lap, straddling his powerful thighs. The expensive wool of his suit was rough against my naked pussy, making me gasp.

I could feel the hard planes of his body beneath the fabric, solid and unyielding. My slick heat pressed against his thigh as I moved, leaving wet traces on his expensive suit. The friction sent unwanted pleasure shooting through me, my clit throbbing against the fabric.

I pressed my bare breasts against his chest, my nipples scraping against his shirt. My hips rocked against him desperately, seeking some response, some sign that my naked body affected him at all.

My arousal coated his palm where I ground against his hand, my pussy lips sliding over his fingers through the fabric. I was soaking wet now, my body responding to the friction even as my mind screamed in shame.

"Please," I gasped against his ear, my breath coming in ragged pants. My clit pulsed against his thigh, swollen and sensitive. "Salvatore... please..."

But when I pulled back to look at him, his eyes held nothing.

My pussy clenched around emptiness, my body wound tight with unwanted need. Here I was, completely exposed and aroused, and he remained as unmoved as carved stone.

"Salvatore," I whispered brokenly.

 My naked body trembled against his fully clothed form, every nerve ending on fire.

His dark eyes met mine, cold and unreadable as a winter sky.