His hands shot out to grip my waist in warning but I didn't stop. His fingers dug into my hips as if he was at war with himself—push me away or pull me closer?“Whatever silly game you're playing you better stop it," he growled in anger but I ignored him instead I brought out my tongue as I licked his neck and his breathing picked up. I smirked, rolling my hips slightly against him, feeling the undeniable effect I was having on him. “A game?” I tilted my head, feigning innocence as I trailed a finger down his chest. “I don’t see a game, sir. Not when I know your body wants what I'm offering.”His grip on my waist tightened painfully, and I gasped—not in pain, but in pure, unfiltered pleasure at the way his cock pressed deliciously on my pussy. His dark eyes burned into mine, a silent warning, but I had already gone too far.“Get off,” he commanded, his voice hoarse, strained.I pouted, but I didn’t move. Instead, I leaned in, my breath fanning against his lips, teasing, taunting.“A
My cock was raging hard as I watched her walk out of the office.I should have pushed her away the moment she got on my lap—I should have stopped her but instead I sat there letting her grind her pussy on me—letting her whisper those sinful things in my ear.She was a temptress I'd give her that.And fuck when she had told me she had nothing underneath the skirt she was wearing, it took everything in me not to bend her over my table and fuck her.I cursed under my breath as I rubbed my hands down my face. This morning in the car she had left me with a hard-on and now it was even worse.This is what I'm trying to avoid, this is what I didn't want. I didn't want a woman who would make me question all the rules I've made in life. I didn't want a woman who would make me fight for control with myself. I didn't fucking want Emily Ross anywhere near me.But first I had more important things to take care of. Like how to calm my cock down.I quickly reached for my phone as I dialed the one n
She got on my table as she spread her legs for me, letting me get a perfect view of her wet and dripping pussy.She was such a dirty girl, coming without anything underneath the dress she was wearing.“Now play with that pussy for me," I commanded as I relaxed on my chair, eyes fixed on her wet center.Her fingers slowly glided down her clit like she was teasing herself as she threw her head back in pleasure.She moaned as she rubbed her wetness up her clit and then down her dripping center. “Oh yeah, so fucking good," she moaned as she opened her legs more, her fingers circling her clit.“Oh yes, yes, yes," she moaned rubbing her fingers faster,Her eyes met mine and she bit her lips seductively before two fingers disappeared into her pussy.“Oh fuck, oh fuck," she moaned as she threw her head back working her fingers faster.“Look at me," I commanded as she tried her best to maintain eye contact with me as her eyes kept rolling back in pleasure.“Don't fucking cum without my permis
“It's been over an hour since we've been waiting for Mr De Vito, do you think I should go check up on him?" I asked the driver as my eyes went to the door but there still wasn't any sign of Mr De Vito walking out.What was he still doing inside?“I'm sure he's still working, he'll join us as soon as he's done," the driver said and I nodded,Maybe he didn't want to sit beside me in the car after teasing the hell out of him. I couldn't help but smirk as I thought about how he fought so hard not to touch me. The way his cock had jumped beneath me. I still had my eyes fixed on the exit when I noticed Mr De Vito walking out but he wasn't alone. There was a woman walking beside him in a red dress looking up at him like he was some god.They stopped in front of the door as Mr De Vito leaned down to her and whispered something in her ear and she chuckled, pressing her body to his before pulling away.He stood there watching her until she got into her car before his face turned to the awaitin
The storm came without warning.One moment, I was hunched over on the table, pencil moving furiously across the sketchpad, lost in the desperate need to create something perfect—something worthy. The next, the sky cracked open, and the world outside descended into chaos.Thunder rumbled so hard the windows rattled, and I nearly dropped the pencil from my shaking fingers. My breath hitched as my eyes darted to the glass panes, watching rain lash violently against them. The wind howled, an eerie, bone-chilling sound that sent a shiver racing down my spine.No. No, no, no.I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing hard against the rising panic.Not again.Not this.I clenched my jaw and turned back to the page, forcing myself to focus on the lines, the angles, the structure I was supposed to be perfecting. I couldn’t afford to waste time—not on a stupid storm, not on the fear clawing at my throat.But then—the lights flickered.A gasp escaped me before I could stop it. My heart pounded against
I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out—to give some sort of explanation but it felt like I was frozen as I stared at the man in front of me.No one has really seen me like this except my best friend Jane.And he was the last person I wanted to see me like this.“Mr De Vito I…” I started but he quickly stood up, leaving me there on the floor like some helpless little puppy.I hated this. I hated for anyone to see me this weak.Silence stretched between us as he just kept looking down at me and despite the darkness, I could still make out his features from the continuous striking of the lightning from outside.Tight jaw, tense muscles, cold eyes.The silence was suffocating as I kept clenching and unclenching my hands not to shake or scream in front of him. I was stronger than this.“Get some rest," he finally said, breaking the silence and I nodded.It became silent again and I opened my mouth to speak, to say thank you to him but my tongue felt tied. With one final glance at
The next morning, exhaustion clung to me like a second skin, but I ignored it as I stretched my aching limbs. I had fallen asleep on the couch, my sketchbook lying open on the table, pages filled with the evidence of my restless determination. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the large windows, casting golden hues over the living room, but my mind was still caught in the storm of the night before.I exhaled sharply, pushing away the lingering weight of that moment—the fear, the vulnerability. I had shown a side of myself that no one was supposed to see, least of all Mr De Vito.Mr De Vito.The thought of him sent a confusing swirl of emotions through me. He had held me. Calmed me. The cruel, ruthless man who never hesitated to cut me down had been the one to bring me back from my own mind’s abyss. And then, just like that, he had disappeared, leaving me alone with my thoughts.I ran a hand through my tangled hair and sat up, blinking the grogginess from my eyes. I had work to d
His lips descended on my neck and I moaned, throwing my head back to give him more access.His hand came to my breast squeezing hard as he pinched my nipple and I moaned in painful pleasure.My pussy was dripping and my clit was throbbing, wanting some form of relief.“You fucking like to test me don't you?” Mr De Vito growled as he wrapped his hand tighter around my neck looking into my eyes with his cold burning ones."It's such a turn on to push your buttons,” I rasped,Without warning he removed his hand from around my neck as he held my ass and lifted me up and on instinct my legs wrapped around him.He pressed me even more on the shower wall and his clothed cock pressed into my pussy and I moaned wrapping my hands around him.My breathing came out fast as I looked in his eyes that were filled with lust and desire.“You feel that?" He groaned as he rubbed his cock on me. “That's what you've been doing to me," My pussy clenched knowing that I have some power over him.“You've bee
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
The meeting room was colder than usual, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and made you hyper aware of every nerve in your body.I sat stiffly in the leather chair, my design resting neatly in front of me, my hands clasped together on the table. Across from me, Mr De Vito lounged in his seat like he owned the entire goddamn world, one ankle resting casually on his knee, the picture of bored authority.He hadn’t spoken much since we left the office.He hadn’t needed to.His presence said enough. It pressed down on me, heavy and relentless, a constant reminder of the dangerous game we were still playing.The door to the meeting room opened, and every nerve in my body snapped taut.I straightened instinctively, schooling my features into polite neutrality as a man in an expensive grey suit stepped inside.Tall, with slicked-back dark hair and the kind of sharp, handsome face that screamed old-money Italy, he moved with smooth, quiet confidence. His dark eyes scanned the room be
I didn’t know how I managed to make it out of that room without throwing something at Mr De Vito’s stupid, arrogant face.After everything—after begging, after offering myself up on a silver fucking platter—he had the audacity to smirk, brush a finger down my cheek, and say it again.“You still haven’t earned it, little one. Now, go to bed. I have work to do.”I had stared at him for a long, burning second, waiting for the punchline. Waiting for him to slam me back down onto that desk and fuck me the way I was dying for.But no.Instead, he turned his chair back to the desk like I wasn’t even there, casually flipping open a file like he hadn’t just shattered my fucking soul.I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me so hard the frame rattled. I heard him laugh—low, dark, wicked.God, I hated him.I hated him for making me want him this much.I hated him for having this power over me.I hated him for enjoying it.Most of all, I hated myself for letting him.I lay in my bed
I can't sleep. Again. After tormenting my life in that room we finally came home and all he did was storm over to his room like he didn't leave me aching. Once again. My sheets were tangled around my legs, my skin hot, flushed, aching in places I shouldn’t still be aching. And it's all because of him. Mr De Vito. That maddening, smug, sinfully controlled man who has done everything to me except the one thing I crave most. Every time I begged—whispered, moaned, whimpered for his cock—he only smiled, leaned in close like he might finally give in… then say it again. "You haven’t earned it." God, those words torment me. Haunt me. Fuel the fire that refuses to burn out. I’ve felt his mouth, his hands, his toys—felt him break me in the most delicious ways. But never his cock. Never the fullness I crave. Never the stretch, the ruin, the complete surrender. And I want it. I want him. Inside me. Deep. Rough. Unrelenting. I imagine it too often—my legs thrown over his shoulders, his h
I didn’t speak a word as I led her through the corridor—past velvet curtains, low moans, and the occasional scream of pleasure echoing behind closed doors. My hand was tight around hers, my pace unrelenting, until we reached the private room. I unlocked it, shoved the door open, and stepped aside. “In,” I ordered. She walked in without hesitation—good girl—but I could feel the tension humming off her skin. The room was minimal. A king-sized bed with dark silk sheets, a leather chair in the corner, and a low light that bathed everything in a red glow. “Strip.” Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her dress, eyes flicking up to meet mine. I didn’t smile. I didn’t move. I just watched. One strap fell. Then the other. The dress slid down her body, pooling at her feet, and she stepped out of it—bare, flushed, and breathing like she was already ruined. “Now,” I said, voice low and rough, “get on the bed. Open your legs.” She climbed onto the sheets, positioning herself at
I've asked him countless times where he was taking me to but all I got was silence.I sat in the car as we drove past buildings and my mind was a sea of thought wondering what Mr De Vito was planning.The man was very unpredictable.We finally stopped in front of a building that looked like a club as I opened my door and stepped out, the night air blowing through me.What were we doing here?I turned to Mr De Vito hoping for some explanation but I got none. Instead he held my hand and led me inside and I followed him.The place was dimly lit with just a few people that seemed to be lost in what they were doing. Some were kissing and others looked like they were ready to fuck for people to watch.We passed a room and I heard the sound of a woman screaming but it wasn't pain, it was pleasure. Like the sound of a woman who wanted more.Mr De Vito kept leading me until we reached a door and then he pushed it open and we both walked in, the door closing behind him.The room was dim, bathed
“You bitch! You think you've won?!" Miss Ferdinand said in anger as soon as she saw me and I couldn't help but laugh.We were just walking into the company when we meant her walking out and the look in her eyes was murderous.“Miss Ferdinand, I don't think I've won. I know I've won," I said with a confident smirk as she lunged at me but Angelo quickly pushed me behind him protectively."Watch it, before I unleash my anger on you. You stole a design that wasn't yours and as if that wasn't enough you wanted to steal a position that don't belong to you,” Angelo spat in anger,"It was you right? It was you. You nosy ass dog, putting your nose where it doesn't concern you,” she said as she pointed at Angelo like she wanted to fight him.The security were already looking at her, waiting for Angelo's command to throw her out.“If you haven't made that call, this bitch would have been out of this country by now, but you fucker! You had to ruin everything," she spat."Don't talk to my friend l