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 could feel his eyes on me no matter how hard he was trying. His burning gaze was fixed on me but immediately I raised my eyes to him, he'll pretend to be busy with work.I bite the inside of my mouth trying to stop myself from smiling.It was working.I stood up with the document Angelo asked me to give him to sign as I walked to his table.“Sir," I called as I dropped the document on his table and he raised his head to me. His eyes fell on my exposed chest and he stared for some time before turning to the document in front of him.Desire. His eyes were filled with dark desires he was trying so hard to hide.“Miss Ferdinand," he suddenly called and the bitch stood and happily walked to him.“Yes sir?" She said with a smile,“There's a restaurant not too far from here, could you get me lunch? You could get for yourself too," he was sending her away.I fought really hard not to smirk,“Anything specific you'll like?" she asked,“Anything you pick is fine," he said and she nodded with
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
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