“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
I was wearing a tight red sleeveless dress as I stared at myself in the mirror, applying red lipstick to my lips.The bra I was wearing pushed up my huge boobs, making them nearly spill out of the plunging neckline of the dress. The fabric clung to every curve of my body like a second skin, hugging my waist tightly and exaggerating the swell of my hips. The dress stopped just beneath my thighs, showing off my long legs that glistened under the soft glow of the vanity lights.I've been in Italy for over two weeks and it's been work, work, and work. I haven't even had time to see around the city or enjoy the nightlife.But tonight, there was nothing stopping me.The dress I was wearing was sexy, provocative, just how I like it.Tiny red straps ran over my shoulders, barely holding the dress in place, while the open back dipped scandalously low, revealing the smooth arch of my spine and the seductive dip above my ass. I adjusted the slit that ran high up one thigh, flashing the lacey edg
I'm going to drive him so mad that the only thing he's going to be thinking about is me. I couldn't help but chuckle as I positioned my camera in front of me in such a way that I'd capture everything I was about to do.A strip tease. Or maybe more.I moved back to get a better angle and then I started.Slowly and seductively I removed the tiny straps of the dress I was wearing and my boobs came free.There's no way I'm going to let this dress go to waste.Since he refused to let me go out he might as well watch me take the dress off.I held my boobs as I started squeezing them, moaning and looking at the camera seductively.“This could be you,” I whispered as I threw my head back in pleasure.I pinched my nipples as I brought the dress down until it was hanging on my waist.“You could be touching them now, sucking on them, making them red," I squeezed harder as I leaned forward making my boobs jiggle as I raised my ass up. “You want them don't you?" I teased as I brought out my tong
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
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