Mr De Vito was sitting on the bed naked, abs on display with his cock hard and ready and kneeling in front of him was a blonde, willing and desperate to suck his cock.I hadn't been wrong when I said I knew his cock would be big. Because he sure as hell was. Thick, long, about nine inches. With all those veins.Fuck. Suddenly I wish I was the one on my knees. Lucky bitch.I should have quietly walked away at the sight in front of me but it suddenly felt like my legs had been glued to a spot unable to move.Mr De Vito held his cock as he slowly guided it into the open mouth of the woman as he groaned in pleasure as the woman took just his head licking him like a lollipop.My pussy clenched.His head was thrown back, his abs flexing as he let out a deep groan. His hand fisted in the blonde’s hair, guiding her as she sucked him like a woman possessed.“Just like that, fuck," he cursed as his hand weaved into her hair guiding her to take more.The woman gagged but she took more of him, no
I quickly pulled away from the door with a gasp.Fuck he saw me. I had been so lost in what they were doing that I forgot about the fact that he could turn at any moment and see me.Shit. I'm cooked.Without wasting another second I quickly turned on my heel, heart hammering against my ribs, and sprinted down the hall. My breath was uneven, my legs shaky from a mixture of fear and arousal. My skin burned as if his gaze had branded me, leaving invisible marks all over my body.Damn it. I should have left the second I saw what was happening.But no. I had stayed, watched, gotten wet over a man who wasn’t mine, and now—now he fucking saw me.I reached my room, slammed the door shut, and pressed my back against it, trying to steady my breathing. My body was betraying me in ways I hated to admit. My core pulsed, my nipples ached, and my mind replayed every dirty word he had said, every growl that had left his lips.The way he took control. The way he commanded her. The sheer power he exude
I was awoken by a light feathery touch on my leg and I moaned arching into the bed and then I felt lips on me.I snapped my eyes open and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw him.Mr De Vito.He was holding my ankle and kissing it as he spread my legs and started kissing up my thigh.“What…what are you doing?” I breathed as my breathing suddenly became uneven."Isn't this what you've wanted?” he rasped as he kissed my thigh, biting it softly and I threw my head back in pleasure.“I…I…” I couldn't form words and he chuckled,"Naughty girl. I saw you watching me. You want me to do that to you? To fuck you and make you beg,” he said and instead of an answer I spread my legs open for him showing him my wet pussy."So wet, so fucking wet for me,” he groaned as he brought his nose to my pussy and sniffed and a deep throaty groan escaped his mouth and my pussy clenched."You had stood there…" his tongue flicked my clit and my breathing increased. "You had wished it were you on your knees suck
I jolted awake, my body trembling, thighs clenched together.Fuck. It has been a dream. I was having wet dreams of Mr De Vito.It felt so real, his tongue on me, his fingers.That had got to be the sweetest dream ever.My breath came in short, ragged gasps, and I pressed a shaky hand to my chest, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break free. The sheets beneath me were tangled, my skin heated, and worst of all—I was aching.Aching for a man I had no business craving.Lorenzo De Vito.The realization sent a rush of humiliation and frustration crashing over me. I had dreamt about him. About his mouth on me, his hands claiming me, his voice whispering filth against my skin.I groaned and buried my face in my pillow.I needed to get a grip. This was dangerous—whatever this was. Because no matter how real it had felt, no matter how badly my body still throbbed for more…It was just a dream.My pussy was still wet and it felt like I could still feel his tongue flicking my clit.
“Calm down Emily, calm down, let's think,” my best friend said over the phone and I took in deep breaths trying to calm myself down."Tell me everything,” she said and I sighed,I haven't really told her about Mr De Vito's insistence to send me back."He wants me to leave," I said as I walked to the bed to sit down because my legs were shaking and I felt like they would soon give out.“Huh?" my best friend said in confusion,“I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry but I've been having a really tough time here," I said in frustration,“What do you mean?" She asked, already sounding worried and I sighed,“Mr De Vito doesn't like me, from the first day he saw me he said I don't look competent enough to work with him that I should…I should go back,” I said with a shrug even though she couldn't see me."He sounds like an ass,” she said and I chuckled despite the situation,"You have no idea. To make sure he kicks me away he brought some bitch as competition and asked us to ma
As soon as the car came to a stopped in front of the company, a wicked smile took over my lips, my mind already set on teasing him just a little more.Instead of opening my own door, I slid over—right onto his lap.His body went rigid beneath me, and I felt it. Hard. Thick. Big.Fuck.The moment I settled against him, pressing my ass snugly against his cock, his fingers twitched at his sides. His breathing turned sharp, controlled, like a man barely holding onto his restraint.“Excuse you,” I purred, rolling my hips ever so slightly as I reached for the door handle.His hand shot up and gripped my waist—hard. A warning.I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wasn’t expecting him to touch me."You have no idea what you're playing with, Miss Ross," his voice was deep, a low growl vibrating with a dangerous warning against my spine.I swallowed, but I wasn’t backing down. I had started this game—now I wanted to see how far I could push him.So I pushed. Tempting him more.I wiggl
“Oh, look who it is, little Miss know it all," Miss Ferdinand said as soon as she walked into the office and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.“And if it isn't Miss I am special," I shot back, and she shot me a glare."That's because I am special, and you just need to accept that,” she said as she walked over to her chair and I just ignored her as I tried to get my mind straight to start my day.Mr De Vito still hasn't come up. What? Was he having a hard time with the boner I knew he'd definitely be sporting? I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought."What's funny?” Miss nosy Rosabella asked,"The fact that you're a loser and you don't even see it,” I said and her eyes burned with anger but she quickly masked it."I really shouldn't be wasting my energy with you, because at the end of the day we'd find out who the loser is and it sure as hell won't be me." she said as she slowly stood up from her chair and stormed out of the office.I just shrugged, she was the least of my problems.
“What is going on here?" Mr De Vito’s voice rang out and Miss Ferdinand immediately turned to him with an innocent look.“Mr De Vito, I was trying to tell Miss Ross here that we should be friends and I…I don't know what came over her, she just stood up and tried to push me away and now I feel like a total horrible person because my…my coffee spilled on her design,” I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my mouth but there was nothing funny about the sound."You sure deserve an Oscar, you're such a good actress Miss Ferdinand, I'll give you that,” I spat as Mr De Vito's eyes darted between the two of us, cold and unnerving."Miss Ross I do not tolerate violence in my company,” what?! He was going to take her bullshit story without listening to my side of the story?“I didn't do anything Mr De Vito, Miss Ferdinand purposely spilled her coffee on my design and now she's trying to act all innocent and play the victim. Wow," I said in disbelief,"Stop saying that Miss Ross, you're hurting
I fumbled with the room keycard like I’d never used one before. My fingers were trembling—whether from frustration, anticipation, or the residual heat that refused to die down after that conference interaction, I didn’t know.No, that was a lie. I knew exactly what was wrong with me.Mr Lorenzo De Vito.I slipped inside the room, the door clicking shut behind me. The silence wrapped around me instantly. Cool, sterile air met my flushed skin, making me shiver.I should have been angry. I was angry. But beneath the fury, layered beneath the humiliation of being made to wait—again—was a deeper ache. A raw, needy throb between my thighs that had only grown worse with every word he whispered at the conference. Every knowing glance. Every command uttered in that voice that could melt steel.‘Be a good girl, Miss Ross. And wait.’The words echoed in my skull.I dropped my bag onto the chair, kicked off my heels, and began to strip.One button at a time. Slowly. Torturously.If he was going t
My legs were crossed a little too tightly, my nails pressing half-moons into my palm as I sat in the glossy, air-conditioned conference room surrounded by polished wood, steel fixtures, and the sharp scent of money. The top architects from all over the country were here. A dozen powerhouses with egos the size of the towers they designed, all gathered under one roof. I should have been thrilled that I was sitting in a room filled with the most powerful architects.But I wasn’t.I was furious.Because somewhere a few rows ahead, one of the speakers—one of the top architects—was Mr Lorenzo De Vito. And my body hadn’t gotten the memo that I was supposed to be mad at him.My nipples were hard under my silk blouse, and I couldn’t cross my legs any tighter if I tried. Every time he spoke, my thighs clenched involuntarily. Every time he cleared his throat, my skin prickled. And it wasn’t fair.I wasn’t supposed to be reacting to him. Not after last night.That cocky, insufferable man had made
My hands trembled slightly from the intensity of my need as I reached between us and unbuckled his belt. My fingers brushed against the hard outline of his cock, and I bit my lip, already soaked just from the feel of it through his pants.I pulled down the zipper, dragging the fabric low until his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and throbbing. My breath hitched. God, he was beautiful. Angry red at the tip, veins bulging along the shaft, already slick with pre-cum.“You’ve been such a tease,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around him, “but tonight, Mr De Vito, I’m not taking no for an answer.”I rose slightly on my knees, lining myself up with his cock, ready to finally take what I’d been starved of.But the bastard stopped me.Strong hands clutched my hips and flipped me over like I weighed nothing. I gasped as my back hit the bed, my legs still spread over his lap, exposed and wet and needy.“Not so fast, Miss Ross,” he said, voice dripping with sinful amusement. “Did you think I’d
I felt like killing him, I felt like jumping on his lap right now, take out his cock, and just sit on it. Would that be considered rape? Because right now that was exactly what I wanted to do to him.I was beyond furious and angry. Last night after how wet and soaked I was. I could feel the way wetness was dripping out of me. And then this annoying motherfucker positioned his cock in front of me, rubbed his tip on my dripping pussy and then pushed just the head in and told me that was all I was getting.I felt like dying. I felt like crying. I begged, I begged him to fuck me. But all he did was jerk his cock for me to see and then dropped his cum on my pussy.I have never been this frustrated in my entire life. Mr De Vito has done nothing but starve me of his cock.I was hungry for it. My pussy has been throbbing so hard, but no matter how I rubbed my legs, I felt nothing but pure torture because my pussy knew exactly what it wanted.But this bastard. He refused to give it to me.The
The moment I felt his hand tighten on my ass, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.He growled low in his throat, and I shivered as the sound vibrated through his chest. My thin nightgown was practically non-existent between us, and the heat radiating from his body soaked through my skin, feeding my arousal like gasoline to a fire.“You drive me fucking insane,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with restraint.Good. That was the plan.I leaned in, lips brushing against the stubble on his jaw. “Then stop holding back,” I whispered, my breath warm against his skin. “You know you want to fuck me.”His fingers dug into my flesh, and before I could even blink, he had me flipped on my stomach. My gasp echoed around the room as he yanked the thin strap of my nightgown down my shoulder and let it fall completely off, leaving me naked—open and exposed.I felt the cool air kiss my ass just before his hand smacked it, a delicious sting spreading through me like fire.“Oh fuck,” I breathed ou
I pushed every unease and fear to the back of my mind as I sat down to get to work. I couldn't let anything that might likely be my imagination rattle me. But yet I couldn't help but think about the door. It had been locked. I remember locking it yet I had woken up to an open door.I sighed as I turned on my computer and got to work.Mr De Vito was on the phone talking to someone.I just turned back to the screen as I worked on the documents Angelo gave me yesterday. There were a lot of them but it wasn't something I couldn't do. “Emily," Mr De Vito called and I quickly turned to him. “Yes sir," I said, standing up.“There's a situation," he said and my heart skipped a beat wondering if it's about the incident that happened last night.“What is it? Did they find anything in the CCTV camera?" I asked and Mr De Vito shook his head.“Not that. It's something else. Angelo just called me that he's very sick and we're supposed to go to Mexico tomorrow, but he won't be able to go with me t
The moment I stepped into the office, the door slammed shut behind me with a resounding thud, making the air vibrate around us. Before I could even blink, I was pinned against it—hard chest pressing into my back, one of his arms braced beside my head, the other curling around my waist, locking me in place. A hot breath ghosted over the shell of my ear. "You naughty, naughty girl." My heart jackhammered against my ribs. "Mr De Vito—" "Don’t you Mr De Vito me. You think you can tease me like that?" he growled, voice low, dangerous, laced with a sharp edge of arousal. "You think you can send me those pictures and walk in here like nothing happened? Like you didn't fucking tempt me last night?" I bit my bottom lip, but the smirk broke free. I loved this game. "I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine. You started it, remember? With the little control games you love to play." He pressed closer, hips grinding into my backside, and I felt the full extent of what I’d done to h
A sound—soft, almost inaudible—dragged me from the depths of sleep.I grunted, burrowing deeper into the sheets, trying to cling to the fading edges of a dream I couldn’t even remember anymore. But there it was again—a soft creak, like weight shifting on the floorboards.My lashes fluttered open, vision blurry and unfocused. The room was cloaked in shadows, the only illumination the silver slice of moonlight filtering through the half-open balcony doors.For a second, I thought I was imagining things, still tangled in sleep.And then I saw it.A figure.Standing by the corner of my room.Female.Motionless.Watching.My breath seized in my chest, every muscle in my body locking tight. I blinked rapidly, heart thundering against my ribs as panic clawed up my throat.No.No, it couldn't be.With trembling fingers, I fumbled for the lamp on my bedside table, flicking the switch.Warm light flooded the room.Empty.There was no one there.I sat up straighter, my chest heaving, scanning ev
The leather seats were warm under me, but not half as warm as the heat burning low in my stomach.I sat back, trying to look casual, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs as the city lights blurred past the tinted windows. Mr De Vito’s driver couldn’t see us—of course not. There was a black privacy divider between the front seat and the back, thick enough to muffle sounds, dark enough to hide sins.And right now, I was about to commit one.Or at least start one.I shifted slightly, feigning discomfort, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mr De Vito’s gaze—sharp, suspicious, predatory. Like he could feel the shift in the air even before I moved.Good.Let him feel it.Let him burn for it.Slowly, I sat up straighter, my movements exaggerated just enough to catch his attention fully.Then, without looking at him, I hooked my thumbs under the thin strip of my thong and began to drag it down my legs, inch by excruciating inch, the silk whispering against my skin.I could feel hi