“Oh, yes, Liam, faster, don't stop," I heard the breathy moan of a woman followed by the grunt of a man. The man's voice all too familiar but I didn't want to believe what I was hearing, it couldn't be the same Liam. I saw the clothes scattered on the floor looking like they had first started it here before taking things further to the bedroom. But still I didn't want to believe it. As quietly as I could, I made my way to the bedroom and I stopped at the sight in front of me. The door was left ajar so I could see everything that was happening inside. I froze as my jaw dropped. I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't seeing things. It wasn't another Liam. It was my boyfriend. My boyfriend of seven years. I felt an indescribable pain in my chest like something just plunged their hand into my chest and ripped out my heart, I was shattered, broken. He was too lost in pleasing another woman that he hadn't even noticed me. He had his head thrown back in pleasure with his eyes closed as he thrust
The announcement for my flight’s arrival jolted me from my thoughts. I glanced at my phone, my best friend's contact still open on the screen from the last call. “I'm here," I muttered under my breath, pulling my suitcases closer as I took in the bustling airport. I still couldn't believe I won the competition to work with Mr De Vito for a whole year, it felt so surreal. ‘Okay deep breaths, Emily,’ her voice echoed in my head, though she wasn't actually there to remind me. I stepped forward, scanning the area for the person who was supposed to meet me. I pulled up the email from my competition for the hundredth time, rereading the line that said someone would be waiting for me. My heart was racing, my nerves refusing to settle despite the excitement of being in Italy. And then I saw it: a man standing a few feet away, holding a white sign with my name, Emily Ross, scrawled in bold, black letters. He was tall, dressed in a crisp black suit, his dark hair slicked back neatly.
My first day at the company had been nothing short of chaotic. From the endless introductions to the overload of tasks, I barely had a moment to breathe. Everyone in the building looked like they’d just stepped off a runway—classy, sophisticated, and impossibly intimidating. If I hadn’t dressed to impress, I would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb. And the women? They looked more like supermodels than architects. It was like the firm handpicked its staff based on appearances. Angelo, Mr De Vito's assistant, walked me through everything. The man could talk a mile a minute, but his warnings stuck with me. “Mr. De Vito is a perfectionist,” he’d say. “He doesn’t tolerate mistakes. One misstep and you’re out. Keep your head down and your work flawless.” Great. Just what I needed—a boss with a reputation for being a ruthless, grumpy old man. Even his office screamed power and intimidation, with its cold perfection and domineering energy. I’d never even met him, but I already knew to stee
I woke up with wetness pulling down my pussy and it had everything to do with Mr De Vito. The image of him from last night replayed in my head like a broken record until I had fallen asleep. The man was sin personified. He was fucking handsome and breathtaking. I still couldn't believe that someone I had thought would be a grumpy old man turned out to be a hot, pant dripping man. A man that if he had told me to get down on my knees and take his cock I wouldn't have minded. And holy fuck when my eyes had gone down to his cock. Fuck. Although he had his swim short, there was no mistaking the fact that the man was big. My pussy clenched at the thought of what that cock could make me feel. I groaned, rubbing my face before I stretched my hand to the bedside table to pick my phone. The time was 5:48 am and breakfast would be served by 8:00 am. I still had time but I couldn't bring myself to sleep. I might as well just get ready. I threw the blanket off me as I climbed out of bed
“No, you can't do that to me," I said, my hands clenching at my side and the man just smirked as he stared at me. I worked hard to be here, I worked tirelessly for that prize and then he's just going to look at me and tell me I don't look competent enough. Who does that? “I just did," he said smugly because he knew he had the upper hand. He didn't care that I was throwing a tantrum or being dramatic. He really wanted me gone. The fucking hot handsome bastard. I took deep breaths deciding to do this another way. “Is this how you do business Mr De Vito?" I asked as I crossed my arms and he just raised a brow wondering what I was going on about. I walked towards him ignoring his dangerous gaze as I stood behind his chair, then I leaned down so that my lips were close to his ear. “Are you saying you're going to refuse a potential client just because they don't look like a potential client?" I asked and I noticed the way his jaw clenched. I wasn't stupid, he knew that the
The door slammed shut as Angelo left, leaving me staring at the mountain of documents that now consumed my desk. My pulse quickened, and I had to suppress the wave of panic threatening to bubble over. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. I turned to Mr De Vito, who was now leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, watching me with his cold calculated eyes. “Before the end of today?" I asked, my voice steady despite the tremor that was going on inside me. He twirled the pen in his fingers and titled his head slightly, as if considering my question. “Yes, Miss Ross. Or is that going to be a problem for someone as ‘competent’ as you claim to be?" Bastard. "Not at all,” I replied with a sweet smile masking my true feelings. I swear I felt like jumping over his table and scratching out his eyes or rather kissing him. No, stop Emily. He's annoying and making your life hell on the first day of work, remember. “I'll have it done," He raised an eyeb
By the time we got home my eyes burned and my neck was hurting, infact my entire body was aching. I have never been this tired in a long while. But I wasn't going to give Mr De Vito the satisfaction of seeing pain edged on my face. It's going to take more than giving me a stack of documents to work on to break me. I don't care what he does but I'm never going to break, I worked hard to be here and neither him nor anyone can send me away. I stepped out of the car with a broad smile on my face as I rounded the car to where Mr De Vito was standing and was about to walk inside but I stopped him. “Today was a very pleasant first day at work," I said and I saw the way his jaw ticked and that made me smile even more. “My boss was so nice, the thought of working with him for an entire year makes me so happy I can't even contain myself,” I said with a giggle and Mr De Vitos eyes narrowed. “Miss Ross," he called and I could see the way his jaw clenched, “Yes sir," I answered sweetl
I breathed hard as I tried to catch my breath before turning to the intruder who just opened the door and was privileged enough to see me cum. “Mr De Vito, I'm sure you're one of the world's greatest architects and you know a door is put there for a reason. Or have you forgotten the use of a door?” I asked as I slowly pulled out the vibrator from my pussy and I couldn't help but moan at the feeling. I didn't bother hiding from him, imagine the man I was thinking about walking right through the door the moment I just came to the thought of him. If that isn't a dream come true. And because I know he was watching, my fingers went to my pussy as I rubbed my cum around my folds from my clit moving down. I'm showing him just how smooth he would enter me if he decides he wants to fuck me. My eyes finally went to meet his and I saw something raw burning inside them but he tried to hide it. His jaw was clenched so tightly and so were his hands but I didn't care. I felt a power surge
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