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مربوطة ومكممة (5)
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2026-08-22 05:12:58
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رغبات آثمة: مجموعة قصص قصيرة مضاجعة رئيسي النرجسي(6)
We just lay there on the bed, the only sound our breathing. I rolled off Damien and stared at him. He moved his head, and I could feel his eyes on me. For a second, I felt a strange sense of peace. Maybe the walls between us had finally crumbled. This could change everything between us. I had spent so long hating him and wanting him at the same time.I reached out to stroke his face when he suddenly rolled away from me, the warmth of his body vanishing. I shuddered and watched him sit on the edge of the bed, his broad back facing me. He ran a hand through his hair, and I could clearly see the way his muscles were tense."Go back to the couch, Sophia," he said.His voice lacked that emotion anymore. It sounded cold, like the black-hearted CEO I know. It sounded like Damien Black, whom I hate and know all too well.I blinked, unsure of what I had said or done wrong. I felt my heart rate increase. "What?""I told you to go back to the sofa." He stood up, completely unconcerned about his
رغبات آثمة: مجموعة قصص قصيرة مضاجعة رئيسي النرجسي(5)
He grabbed the hem of my silk shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me completely naked underneath. He threw the fabric to the other side of the room.He was much bigger than me. He kept my legs open. I felt so small there at that moment as he hovered above me.Oh my God, what's wrong with me?He shifted his weight onto one arm while his free hand moved beneath my chest, between my breasts, across my stomach. His fingers were soft and hot against my skin, and every touch felt like fire on my body.His hand stopped directly above the waistband of my black lace panties. "Do you have any idea how many meetings I've sat in unable to think of anything except what you might be wearing underneath?"I was breathless. What the hell? Was he really saying that all those times he looked at me like I was dirt under his fingernails or ignored me, he was secretly fantasizing about me? “Sir—”"Don't call me that now." He growled, his teeth brushing gently against my shoulder, biting hard enough t
رغبات آثمة: مجموعة قصص قصيرة مضاجعة رئيسي النرجسي(4)
When he finally came out of the bathroom, I turned my attention back to my computer. I heard his heavy footsteps across the carpet. He had changed into dark gray sweatpants that hung low over his hips, his chest now completely bare.My mouth is completely dry.Without his suit, he was bigger and more intimidating. He looked like he could uproot a tree without breaking a sweat. He was pure muscle, with impossibly broad shoulders. I let my eyes wander to his flat abdominal muscles and the dark streak of hair that disappeared into his waistband."Is the schedule finished?" he asked, his voice rough and deep. He sounded annoyed, as usual."Yes, sir. He's at the desk," I whispered, pulling my eyes away before he caught me staring. He was bad enough already; I couldn't afford to make him any angrier."Good. Go to sleep. We have a wake-up call at 5:30," he ordered as he walked to the enormous king-size bed and climbed under the crisp white duvet. Without warning, he switched off the lamp on
رغبات آثمة: مجموعة قصص قصيرة مضاجعة رئيسي النرجسي(3)
I froze in place How on earth did this happen? It was too late to get another hotel, and one thing Damien hates is a shortage."Fix it," he said. His voice wasn't loud, but it had a tone that could make anyone want to urinate on themselves."Sir, I've checked the system twice. Every single room in the building is occupied," she pleaded, looking as though she might need to urinate at any moment. "I could try contacting partner hotels, but because of the conference, they won't be available at all.""Call them," Damien ordered. "I'm not sharing a room with my secretary. Find me a suite, a regular room. I don't care the hell. Find me a room."Oh. I mean, I didn't want to share a room with him either, but the sheer disgust in his voice felt like a slap in the face. I glanced at the floral arrangement on her desk and put on a nonchalant face, though I felt slightly embarrassed.The employee spent ten agonizing minutes on the phone, and although Damien put on a calm face, I knew it. Inside,
رغبات آثمة: مجموعة قصص قصيرة مضاجعة رئيسي النرجسي(2)
I arrived at the private building at 7:15 a.m. with my overnight bag.Damien wasn't anywhere, so I sat in the small lounge waiting for him. He was always like that. He was never punctual. Eight o'clock came, and twenty minutes after eight, I swallowed my pride and texted him to let him know I was in the lounge.Naturally, I received no reply. He never responded to my messages, and I don't even think he saw them. Who knows if he even had my number saved on his phone?By 8:30, I was staring at the ceiling, actively imagining a career change. Maybe I could move to a remote farm and milk goats. Goats don't wear custom-made Tom Fords, and they don't look at you like a stain on their shiny white shirt.My backside was already hurting, and when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I looked up to see the Big Bad Wolf walking in through the door wearing a suit that probably cost more than a month's rent. He was talking to someone on the phone and didn't seem to be in any hurry to go anywhere.
رغبات آثمة: مجموعة قصص قصيرة مضاجعة رئيسي النرجسي(1)
«لماذا تنورتك قصيرة جدًا اليوم؟»وقفت أمام رئيسي المتسلط المجنون السادي وحاولت جاهدة ألا أتفجر ظاهرًا.كان مستندًا إلى الخلف في كرسيه وذراعاه متقاطعتان، ينظر إليّ بالطريقة التي ينظر بها دائمًا، كأنني واحدة من أكبر المزعجات في حياته.«طولها احترافي»، قلت بنبرة رتيبة. كنت أعرف أنه يكره عندما أفعل ذلك.«لا تبدو احترافية.» استخدم تلك النبرة المتعالية التي تثير أعصابي.«مع الاحترام سيدي، قواعد اللباس لا تقول شيئًا عن طول التنورة.» قلت بأكثر نبرة مهذبة استطعت جمعها.رفع حاجبًا ساخطًا، وارتفع ركن فمه في ابتسامة ساخرة. «هل تقتبسين قواعد اللباس عليّ الآن يا صوفيا؟»ماذا تظن؟«أدافع عن نفسي ضد ملاحظة غير عادلة. لكنني آسفة إن أساءت ركبتاي إليك، سيدي.»تعمق عبوسه. استطعت تقريبًا رؤية سحب الرعد تتشكل فوق رأسه، لكنني لم أتأثر. راقبت وهو يفك ذراعيه الثقيلتين العضليتين. بجدية، ما هو روتين تمارينه؟ بدا كأنه يقضي عطلات نهاية الأسبوع يصارع الدببة.استند بمرفقيه على المكتب وحدق بي دون أن يقول كلمة، وشعرت كأنني جالسة على قنبلة موقوتة. كان من الصعب التركيز عندما ينظر إليّ هكذا. كانت نظرة تقع بين الملل والف
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