Semua Bab Dirty Desires: Erotica Collection : Bab 31 - Bab 40

‎‎"Why is your skirt so short today?"‎‎I stood in front of my overbearing, maniac, sadistic boss and tried very hard not to visibly combust.‎‎He was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, looking at me the way he always did, like I was one of the biggest inconveniences he had in his life.‎‎"It's a professional length," I said in a monotone. I knew he hated when I did that. ‎‎"It doesn't look professional." He used that condescending tone of his that got on my nerves. ‎‎"With respect sir, the dress code says nothing about skirt length." I said in the most polite tone I could muster. ‎‎He raised an indignant eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a sneer. "Are you really quoting the dress code to me right now, Sophia?"‎‎What do you think?‎‎"I’m defending myself against an unfair observation. But I’m sorry if my knees offended you, sir."‎‎His frown deepened. I could practically see the thunderclouds forming over his head, but I wasn't fazed. I watc

I froze. How on earth could this happen? It was already too late to get another hotel and one thing Damien hated, was imperfection. "Fix it," he said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it had an edge to it that could make anyone want to piss themselves. "Sir, I’ve checked the system twice. Every single room in the building is occupied," she pleaded, looking like she was about to piss herself any moment. "I can try to call our partner hotels but because of the conference, they wouldn't be available at all.”"Call them," Damien commanded. "I am not sharing a room with my secretary. Find me a suite, a standard room. I don't fucking care. Find me a room.” Ouch. I mean, I didn’t want to share a room with him either, but the sheer disgust in his voice felt like a slap to the face. I looked at the floral arrangement on her desk and put on a face of indifference even though I felt slightly embarrassed. The receptionist spent ten agonizing minutes on the phone, and although Damien put on a calm

He gripped the hem of my silk camisole and pulled it over my head, leaving me completely naked beneath him. He tossed the fabric to the other side of the room. He was so much bigger than me. He kept my legs apart. I felt so small right there at that moment as he hovered above me. God, what was wrong with me? He shifted his weight onto one arm while his free hand trailed down my chest, between my breasts, across my stomach. His fingers were soft and hot against my skin, and every of his touch felt like fire on my body. His hand stopped just above the waistband of my black lace panties. "Do you have any idea how many meetings I sat through unable to think about anything except what you might be wearing underneath?"My breath hitched. What the hell? Was he really saying all those times he'd look at me like I was the dirt under his fingernails or ignoring me, he had secretly been fantasizing about me?? "Sir–""Don't call me that right now." he growled, his teeth lightly grazed my shoul

Over the past four months of Raye’s sessions with Italy’s most feared man, she had learned a lot and at the same time, very little about him. As an undercover agent, her entire life right now was a lie. Her real name was Raye, and her mission was to gather enough intel to bring this man down, so she's posing as a therapist. He had told her many things but he never truly revealed himself. Instead, he found it amusing to tease her, and make remarks that stirred something within her. She found herself both dreading and desperately anticipating their sessions.His mere presence was intimidating but arousing making the usual fourty-seven minutes alone with him feel like an eternity. She often found herself fantasizing about him. When she was given this mission, she didn't anticipate that Emilio Mancini would be this irresistably attractive man who would occupy her mind so much. Every session, she would shamelessly imagine his large body pinning her to his sheets as he took her roughly. Sh

‎Her brain was still trying to process what the hell had just happened. She was now sitting in her chair while Emilio remained seated on the sofa. He had a completely peaceful expression on his face, looking as though he hadn't just fingered her just moments ago.‎‎Raye stared down at her notes, but she couldn't concentrate on a single word. She was literally a mess on the inside right now, her body still humming from his touch. She took in a deep breath and cleared her throat to gather herself.‎‎“In our last session,” she began, trying to calm her nerves to keep her voice from shaking. “You said you killed your mother. Do you... want to talk about that?”‎‎This was a risky question, and she knew he could easily ignore her or lash out, but she had to try. She desperately needed information for the case.‎‎He stared at her for a long moment before answering. “Yes, I said that. To understand, I'll have to tell you about my childhood. My father took my mother as his bride when she w