ANNATORIA
Could he be the CEO?
Darius Thorne of Thorne Innovations, who has always managed to evade the public eye?
With this much gorgeousness and charismatic aura, how did he hide himself for so long? He is just so alluring.
But wait… What's with my body?
I could feel my pussy heating up with desire. The desire to be touched by this man- a thoroughly, utterly, complete stranger.
I don't know why, I doubt I would figure out why, but I just want to close the gap between us and kiss those pinkish lips till my soul is satisfied.
I want those big, veiny hands mapping every part of my…
God, Annatoria! What is wrong with you?
“You must be Annatoria Smith.” His savoury voice added to the chaos building within me. My legs could have turned jelly if I wasn't firmly holding on to the little shred of dignity I had left.
“You are welcome to the Innovation Team.” Even his smile makes me want him to do things to me. “I am Darius.” He stretched his hand. “Darius Thorne.”
I was right. The radiance of a CEO is written all over him.
But why? Just why am I so primally pulled to this sexy man? Why is my always neglected pussy aching to feel him?
Something must be wrong with me. Or am I finally facing the fate of a woman with growing hormones?
“Annatoria,” Kaelen, the project manager, called, and I turned to him. Like a switch, every desire I was feeling died, so I focused on him. “The CEO’s hand. Shake it.”
“O-oh.” My body reluctantly faced Darius Thorne. As much as I tried to evade his gaze, I couldn't. I saw the amusement in his eyes, and like that, the desire switch turned back on. “Hmm.” I stopped myself from crossing my legs. “Nice… nice to meet you. Oh my.” A sharp pinch held my clit, and my unsteady voice almost moaned. “Oh my.”
“Are you fine?” Darius, with subtle concern in his eyes, asked, and I deduced that he was not one of those snobbish CEOs who look down on people.
What could he be hiding behind that niceness? And why on earth am I more turned on just by thinking about his niceness?
“Miss Annatoria?”
“Of course.” I laughed at my weirdness. “I am just… You know…” My feet were already backing away from the man before I could become a bigger mess. I exhaled hard, and shrugged nonchalantly as I said, “First day jitters? I guess?”
He smiled. “You will adjust in no time. The Innovation Team is-”
“Excuse me!” I screamed when my nipples pressed against my shirt, igniting greater pleasure. With my hands holding my waist as painfully as possible, I announced, “I need to use the restroom.”
“So rude,” someone in the office commented, but I ignored that, and all the stares pointed at me. And rushed to the nearest door in sight.
“Annatoria?” Kaelen’s gentle voice called.
“I can't wait!” I kept rushing.
“The restroom is that way.” I turned. He was pointing in the opposite direction. “You should-”
“Thank you!” I ran in that direction without sparing the CEO another glance.
Once I reached the restroom, I located the last stall, locked the door, pulled up my skirt, rolled down my pantyhose and gasped at the sight of the wetness that had formed within those few seconds.
What on earth kind of sexual frustration am I dealing with here? And why did it choose to show up at this crucial time?! And why the fuck does it only activate when I look at Darius Thorne.
Well, to be truthful, Darius Thorne is my type of man.
His sleek wolf haircut will be perfect to run my hands through when we go on dates and have good, sexy times. His greenish-almost hazel eyes are ones I always wished to wake up to see. And those lips of his…
Ahh… I am doomed. This sexual frustration of mine will be the death of me.
“Annatoria,” I started to give myself a pep talk, “focus. Don't let horniness ruin this for you. You are better than this.” I slapped the tiled walls. “Darius Thorne? He might be your type, but consider him your enemy. You are here to ruin him, to expose the shady deeds of his company. Stay focused. Don't think about wrapping your legs around him. Okay?”
After a grunt of determination, my inner soul found peace. I then urinated, cleaned up, and adjusted my clothes.
In front of the mirror, after washing my hands, I loosened a button on my shirt to see what was going on with my mark.
Shockingly, it was shinier than before. The gold looked like it would make me good money if I carved it out of my skin.
As it is, I think it is time for me to find answers to this strange mark. What if it is some sort of disease, branding itself like a treasure? Also, the way it ached when I saw the CEO was not normal.
Anyway, I am calmer now. Thank God.
I adjusted some loose strands of my puffed afro, straightened my posture and headed out to get acquainted with my new workplace.
“Are you feeling better now?” Kaelen’s voice met me halfway.
I scanned the room, confirmed that the CEO was no longer in sight, then I answered, “I needed to go number two. The stuff I ate this morning must have messed me up.”
“Oh, that's not good. I have some medication for digestion if you need it, I-”
My feet suddenly stopped. I maintained a grim look and stared at the man.
“Mr Kaelen,” I said, “I appreciate your assistance. But it makes me uncomfortable.” Someone gasped, but I ignored it. “I am here to learn how to be better at my job. Please, refrain from being too friendly.”
Kaelen's eyes fluttered with brief sadness. If he had not hidden it fast enough, it would have swayed me a bit.
“I see. Your desk is at the end of the room.” I followed the finger he pointed. “The seat opposite the CEO’s office.”
“Huh?!”
“Have a great day.”
I did not get to ask if he was joking about my seat placement. He walked away without flashing another wide smile.
Thank God he took my message seriously. Curbing his niceness this early is for the best.
That aside, I think I might be in danger.
If my seat is that close to the CEO’s office, what's the point of that pep talk? It won't work!
You know what? Let me confirm it first. I need to see with my own eyes that my seat is indeed where Kaelen said it is.
I moved a few steps past the seated staff, who kept trailing me with their eyes.
When I found my desk, I confirmed that I was indeed in trouble. Opposite my desk was the huge, glass office of the CEO. Darius Thorne was thankfully not there.
But what do I do when he is in his office and I have to work at the same time?
Should I turn my desk to face the wall? Or should I ask Kaelen or whoever to change my seat?
I have to do something. I cannot take risks, allowing my sexual desires to take over me. This mission has to be seamless and problem-free as much as possible.
Speaking about the mission, I have to find a good time to search this office. The chances of finding something useful are low but never zero.
“What are you staring at?” The heavy accent in that voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Do you have something to say?”
“Are you a dumb human?” she asked, flexing her height, her blue eyes and crimson lips glinting with mischief.
“Of course not,” I calmly responded.
“Then answer when I speak to you.” I might be crazy for saying this, but I think she wants to pick a fight with me. “If you are going to be useless, leave this company before I make a mess of you.”
“I just got here.” Her eyes wrinkled with brief anger at my smug reply. “Why on earth would I leave?”
“Whatever.” Without a glance more, she sashayed out of my sight, headed into the CEO's office, and the glass walls turned non transparent.
Oh well… If covering the glass will always be the case, that would be for the best. If not, I will have to find a means to survive my surprising attraction to Darius Thorne.
ANNATORIAUpon waking up, my soul struggled so much that I spent many minutes sobbing into the furry blanket wrapping me. And within those silent cries, I gradually settled into the truth of my reality. Around me was slight warmth, but the occasional chills that jolted me just as my tears did made me aware that I was in the Lycan’s castle- the very Lycan that played me for weeks. Should I even blame that beast for these crazy turn of events?I blame myself for trusting Director Hayes. Under the guise of a high-rated mission, he pushed me into the arms of a snarly werewolf. He actively gaslit me each time I reported my issues with unusual memories. That bastard said he did it for W.O.O.T. and our country… I call bullshit. I bet it was fun for him. I wished to drill more answers out of that bastard Hayes, but the Lycan ruined the order of my thoughts. Within my fear and messy mind, shit turned worse when that Lycan’s touch ignited a desirous appetite in me and when he said we were ‘m
PART TWO: THE KNOWN AND THE SACREDTHE LYCAN KINGFor the first time in two thousand years, fire burned in the dark corridors of Nythla Castle. Strangely, my soul welcomed the warmth it brought.“Seeing fire in this place…” Beta Seraphina projected my inner thoughts. “It’s quite odd,” she added, her loud steps walking with mine after she accompanied me to check on Annatoria, who was deeply asleep in her cosy cage. She must be cursing me in her sleep. I can’t wait to delight in her angry words. Having some uproar in this quiet, boring castle will not be terrible. “Keep the fire burning,” I ordered, my paces having more vigour than usual, my lips finding a natural smirk too. “She needs it.” My quiet conversation with Annatoria in that restaurant with the fireplace danced in my mind. “She likes it.”“Watching captured humans freeze to death is a game to you,” Seraphina argued. “Why bother keeping her warm?”Seraphina’s relentless pursuit to kill and hunt is the reason I selected her t
ANNATORIAWith a lengthy groan, I slid out of my deep slumber, my head banging with anguish because of that…My eyes narrowed, and my head whipped across the room. That was another nightmare, wasn’t it?Of course it was. God, I was so scared for nothing. That shit felt real though. I gripped my chest and assured my heart that it had no reason to be fearful. There was no way Darius would be that Lycan King. That was nonsensical theatrics; I’m sure the Lycan is responsible for it.Classic one, Lycan King; using the man I like to taunt my dreams. What do I do now, though? I wondered, my hazy eyes blinking harder to erase sleep from my soul. Now that it’s clear that my issues are supernatural-related, I need to figure out a way to break free. Perhaps this is the point where I go on a quest like a character in a fantasy novel. That would certainly be fun. But… Where is this place?I killed my thoughts and scanned the space again. Unlike the fine walls of my room, this place was dim,
ANNATORIAUnlike my normal self, I found it hard to be snarky and loud. And in that unusual silence of mine, I got up and walked out of his office, the unsettling in my heart increasing as it occurred to me that the Lycan had probably dug his claws deep into every part of my life more than I thought.He did say he would break me. That my body and soul would belong to him. Is this his way of proving it? To make me kneel at his feet? Ha ha ha.I stopped in front of a mirror and saw the maniacal laughter creasing the corners of my face. As my hands dragged my face, it became clear.This is who I am now. Agent Annatoria- the motherfucking top spy- reduced to a toy for the Lycan of the werewolves.I laughed again, this time louder.“This is so fucked up,” I muttered within my sorrowful laughter, my eyes clouding with tears because I just couldn’t make a shred of sense of anything. Is that Lycan even fucking real? Is TI real? Is Darius real? What the heck is true at this point?!I don’t
ANNATORIA“What?” Darius asked haggardly, his thrusts increasing and hitting my pleasure spot.“N-Nothing,” I replied, my mouth hanging open in shock as the memories kept pouring in, taking me back to the start of The Lycan Mission, making me feel the mix of emotions I suffered when I encountered the Lycan of the werewolves. I wasn’t losing my mind at all…All of those strange things, all of them are linked to that Lycan. The voices, the cold, the random flash of being kidnapped, the nightmares… Of course… How the heck could I have forgotten everything?“Ahh,” Darius groaned harder as he pumped his release into me. His passionate touch caressing my back, he softly said, “Annatoria?” “Huh?” My bewildered gaze flickered to him. “What?”“You’re acting a bit… strange.”“Darius…” My climax was gone; ripped away by the rush of memories in my head. I can’t remain here when the demand for answers keeps clawing at me. “Annatoria?” He searched my face, worry knitting his brows.I slid my hip
ANNATORIA“How is that your business?” I dared to ask him. “Why are you interested in who I call?”“Because you act shady,” he replied, and I frowned because it wasn’t clear what that meant.Was he saying that because he knew I was at the factory yesterday? Or because he just wanted to?“You act the same,” I returned. “But do you see me poking my nose in your business?”“Right.” With a blink, the sinisterness in his eyes reduced, and he took two paces backwards. “I always forget that you’re a rude thing.”“If you are done,” my feet shifted, ready to leave, “I’d like to return to the event.”“Not so fast.” He closed the distance again. This time, annoyingly, he roughly pinned my hands above my head, forcing me to remain still. “What else do you want?” I snapped, my hands failing to jerk out of his grasp. “I would advise you to stay calm,” he huskily replied, his hungry eyes roaming every part of me, like I was a piece of cloth about to be priced in a local market. “I know your secret