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
I shouldn't have touched her, I shouldn't have tasted her. Now all I can think about was how good my fingers felt inside her. How delicious her juice tasted on my tongue.When I had walked into my bathroom to see her naked in my shower I had fought so hard with control. I wanted to walk away but my legs felt glued to the spot as I stood there watching her tease me—torture meAnd now I can't push out the images of what it would feel like to have my cock buried in that tight pussy as I fuck her shitless while her slutty moans filled my ears. Or what it would feel like burying my mouth in her cunt as I eat her like my special delicacy.Fuck. I was going crazy. Emily Ross was driving me nuts.I ran my hands down my face in frustration.All morning I've been trying to avoid her but it didn't seem like it was possible when she was in my office and anytime our eyes meet it's like she's begging me to just take her somewhere private and fuck her till she can't walk.I wanted to do that, I want
“You're not going to give up are you?" Miss Ferdinand spat as soon as Mr De Vito walked out of his office to go for a meeting.“And why should I?" I asked as I folded my hands looking at her with raised brows,“Because I've already won this battle even before it began. You're just wasting your fucking time," she said as she looked at me with a cold glare and I couldn't help but laugh,“Wait, you think because of you I'm supposed to pack my things and run away? Oh, I'm so scared," I said, shivering just to piss her off.“Listen to me you bitch, if I were you I'd already be booking my flight and getting ready to return to wherever the fuck you came from because I am the one Mr De Vito is going to choose…that client is going to choose my work and you're going to be humiliated, so better pack up and leave bitch,” I couldn't help but shake my head as I looked at her,"You're ready, funny. You're just scared I'll beat you. You're threatened by me Miss Ferdinand.” I said and she rolled her e
“Boss, are we not waiting for Miss Ross?" The driver asked as I opened the car door and was about to get in but I stopped.“Give me the key," I said, stretching out my hand for it and he dropped the car key in my open palm.“Drive her home, I'll drive myself," I said and he nodded as he stepped away while I opened the car door and got in.As crazy as that sounds, I was running away. I didn't fucking want to be even an inch close to that woman because being close to her was making my body react in ways it shouldn't. It was driving me crazy.I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white as I exhaled sharply. My pulse was erratic, my mind a battlefield of restraint and temptation. Damn her.Everything about her was a fucking distraction—the way her perfume clung to the air, the way her lips curved in amusement when she knew she was getting under my skin. And worst of all, the way my body betrayed me when she was near.I slammed the gear into drive and sped out of the parking
“What the fuck Emily?! Do you have a habit of entering my bathroom without permission?" I asked as I shot her a cold look,“Emily? I like that," she said in a slutty whisper as her eyes remain fixed on my cock.“Leave, Miss Ross, don't make me repeat myself," I warned, but instead of leaving like I had commanded she stepped into the shower and slowly got on her knees.“Let me help you," my jaw clenched so tightly as I looked down at her,"Miss Ross, you're stepping out of…fuck!" I cursed when her hand wrapped tightly around me.“Let me make you feel good," she whispered on my cock and I felt the fight with control slowly slipping out of my fingers.Was there even any fight?I watched as her tongue came out and wet the tip of my cock, licking the cum that was still there.Fuck, she felt just as good as I imagined.“Hmm, taste so fucking delicious," she moaned as she took the head of my cock into her mouth licking it like a lollipop.I groaned, throwing my head back when she slowly star
“Jane, I'm in trouble, like the type of trouble I don't think I can get out of or rather I don't want to get out of," I said to my best friend as I buttoned my pajamas top."What type of trouble Emily? Did Mr De Vito do something again? I swear I'm…”“No, not that Jane. Technically it's about him but not for what you're thinking," I said as Jane raised a brow,"Where are we going with this?” She asked and I bit my lips."I want him Jane, I want him so bad,” For a moment it was quiet as my best friend just watched me through the screen.“Hold on a minute? You want him like you want to have sex with him?" She asked and I couldn't help but chuckle,“Yes, that," I said,"I thought we were supposed to hate him? Why do you want to have sex with him?” she asked as she made a face.“You haven't seen this man Jane, he's so fucking hot and big," I said as I wiggled my brows,“Wait, don't tell me you've…” she gasped as she looked at me with wide eyes.“No, we've not had sex…yet. But we did some
The next morning, I woke up before my alarm. I didn’t need the blaring buzz to pull me from sleep—I was already awake, already charged with anticipation. My nerves were dancing beneath my skin, like they knew today was going to be different.Game on, I thought as I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water slide over my body like armor.Every movement was intentional. I shaved, scrubbed, moisturized, and styled myself with military precision. Today wasn’t just about looking good—it was about control. Power. Temptation wrapped in silk and sass.I slipped into the navy-blue pencil skirt, smoothing it over my hips, watching it hug every curve like it was made for sin. The cream blouse came next, slightly sheer, perfectly tucked in, the top two buttons left undone—not enough to be obvious, but enough to spark curiosity.Subtle. Dangerous. Irresistible.I left my hair down, soft waves cascading around my shoulders, and chose a shade of lipstick that wasn’t too bold—but still daring. B
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