I don't know why the fuck she was being stubborn. It was simple. Just pick a damn department. Anyone you want and I'll fix you there.But why the fuck was she still ready to leave? After she has gone deep into my head and all I can think about is tasting that sweet pussy.I groaned in anger as I stood up from my chair and made my way to the tall window that overlooked the city.“Are you okay sir?" I totally forgot that I wasn't alone in this office.“I'm good, Miss Ferdinand, go back to what you're doing," I said and she nodded, I started all this. I had wanted her to leave. I had wanted her to stay away from me because the moment I saw her I saw a good girl ready to do whatever daddy tells her.That look in her eyes when she had looked at my body. The way she had bit her lips like she wanted a taste of what I could give her.She stirred something deep within me and I wanted her to go.But not anymore. Not when I've made her scream, beg. Not when I'm now addicted to the taste of her.
I don’t know why it hurt this much.The sun had barely risen, but I was already dressed, packed, and ready to go. The morning air was crisp as it bled through the half-open balcony door of the bedroom that was never really mine. I stared at the open suitcase in front of me, the last of my belongings folded neatly inside like a metaphor for the way I tried to keep my emotions tidy—hidden.But no matter how much I packed, I couldn't stuff the ache in my chest away.I zipped up the suitcase with a sigh, ignoring the way my hands trembled slightly. I told myself over and over again this was the right thing to do. I couldn't be here. Not when what I came here for has been given to someone else. And then there was Mr De Vito.He made me feel like I was caught between lust and pain, desire and destruction. I hated that he had the power to shake me with a single glance. And last night—God, last night. The look in his eyes, the way he touched me, teased me, then walked away made me want to re
"EMILY!"The voice cut through the air like a whip, sharp and urgent, and I froze mid-step, one foot inside the boarding tunnel. My heart lurched in my chest. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t—I turned slowly.There he was.Angelo.Mr De Vito’s assistant.He was weaving through the crowd with wild energy, his chest rising and falling as he ran, dark curls bouncing, one hand raised like I might vanish if he didn’t get to me fast enough."Stop! Don’t go!" he called, breathless.I blinked, stunned, then quickly walked toward him, dragging my suitcase behind me."Angelo? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, brows furrowed. He doubled over for a second, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “You… can’t… leave.”I crossed my arms. “We already talked about this. I told you I’m leaving.”He looked up, wide-eyed. "No. You can’t. You really can’t.""Why not?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. My chest was still aching from saying goodbye to everything, from trying to leave w
“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
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
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 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 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
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