Chapter Three

Rielle

I snapped at him when he screamed at me. Loud. Sharp. Hot with frustration.

Yeah, I knew I was wrong for spilling the damn coffee, but it hadn’t even touched his precious million-dollar documents. I was already reaching to clean it up, already apologizing, and yet, he kept going. Like I’d set the building on fire. Like my clumsiness was a personal attack.

Maybe it was.

Because somehow, it felt personal.

And maybe that’s what pushed me over the edge. The fact that every word out of his mouth wasn’t just laced with anger, but something deeper. Something tighter. His eyes weren’t just annoyed…they burned. Like my presence offended him. Or maybe… tempted him.

And all I could think was..Why me?

Why the hell did the man who had pinned me against the glass windows of a penthouse suite just days ago, who’d made me come with nothing but his mouth and a goddamn command, why did he have to be my CEO?

Plot twist: I’d fucked my boss.

Correction: I’d fucked my CEO.

And now, just like that night, he was standing close. Too close.

Same eyes. Same scent. Same voice, low and dark like sin.

He looked at me like I was a risk he shouldn’t take, but already had. Like he’d do it again without a second thought.

“I should fire you,” he growled.

“Then do it,” I snapped.

But he didn’t.

His hands hovered near my waist, like they didn’t need to land to burn. His eyes were all over me, devouring me, undressing me without lifting a single button. I could feel it in every breath he took. Every slow rake of his gaze across my lips, my chest, my thighs. He wasn’t in a rush. He was giving me time.

Time to push him away.

But I didn’t.

God, I should’ve.

I should’ve slapped him. Shoved him back. Called him every name that burned on my tongue.

Instead, I stood there, aching.

I wanted to hate him and still mourn his name like a prayer. I wanted to curse him and still scream it when I came. I wanted to destroy him and still beg him to ruin me again.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Why did he make me feel this way?

Why did one look, one step, one low voice turn me into someone I didn’t recognize, someone reckless and raw and starved for the same man I swore was a one night stand.

He leaned in. Close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Because I didn’t want him to stop.

Not this time.

Not ever.

he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him, lips crashing against mine like punishment. I gasped, but I didn’t resist, couldn’t…his mouth demanding, furious, his hands already on my hips, tugging me forward like he wanted to erase the space, erase the silence I’d left behind when I disappeared that night.

He kissed like he was angry.

He touched like he was owed something.

“Do you think you can just walk away?” he rasped, breath hot against my mouth as he backed me into the desk. “Like you didn’t fuck me and vanish before sunrise? No name. No note. Nothing.”

“It was supposed to be a one-night thing,” I bit out, even as my body betrayed me, arching into him, soaking for him.

“One-night stands don’t haunt people for days,” he snapped, pushing my skirt up. “They don’t leave their scent on my sheets or my mind.”

I gasped as he grabbed my thigh and hoisted it around his waist. His hands were rough, desperate..each touch a demand. But his control? It was barely hanging by a thread.

He kissed me again, harder this time and his fingers found the thin lace between my thighs. He groaned against my mouth when he felt how wet I was.

“For me?” he asked, voice rough.

“For you,” I whispered.

He didn’t wait. He tore my panties down, pushed my skirt higher, and dropped to his knees. His mouth found me fast and unrelenting. Tongue working slow at first, then faster when he felt my legs trembling around his shoulders.

“Don’t stop—fuck—don’t you dare stop,” I gasped, my hand flying to his hair.

I didn’t care that we were in his office. I didn’t care that the door wasn’t locked. All I knew was the sound of his mouth on me, the way his tongue circled and stroked, the way I was falling apart faster than I could hold it in.

I came hard.

Legs shaking, chest heaving.

And before I could come down, he was standing again..undoing his belt, breath ragged. Our eyes met.

“This is still your job, you know,” he said roughly.

He spun me around, bent me over the desk. My palms hit the cold surface, and a sharp breath left my lips.

“I want you to remember this,” he growled, pulling my 

panties down. “Every fucking second. Every inch.”

And then he pushed into me.

Hard. Deep. Unforgiving.

I cried out, part pleasure, part shock. My nails scraped against the wood as he began to thrust, steady and brutal, every stroke filled with a fury I could feel in my bones.

He spun me around again- 

And he slammed into me with one thrust that stole the breath from my lungs.

I gasped…loud. My nails dug into his back, and he hissed through his teeth.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “I forgot how tight you are.”

I held onto him like I was trying to stay grounded. Like he was the only thing anchoring me in a world that had spun off its axis.

He drove into me, fast and deep, the desk rocking beneath us. His mouth found my neck again, biting softly just where my pulse raced.

I met every thrust, moaning into his ear, whispering things I never thought I’d say to a man I was supposed to call Sir.

It was fast and frantic, but it wasn’t careless. It felt inevitable.

And when I came again, I wasn’t silent.

I screamed his name.

Just like he said I would.