What’s taking Caterina so long to get home from work?
me an explanation for everything. I’m being
I know it’s irrational. One physical encounter, and now I feel like the owes m ridiculous.
The past few days have pushed my self–control to its limits. The constant push–and–pull, the battle between wanting her desperately and wanting what’s best for her, has created unbearabile tension between us. It’s maddening to know how easily can influence her, and I’m fighting not to give in to the urge to use her right there on the kitchen counter whenever we cross paths.
Every moment I resist only makes her occupy more of my thoughts. She’s all I can think about
Today was her first day at her new job, but there’s no reason for her to stay late. It takes half an hour to get from town at this time of night, yet the beat–up Corolla she drives is still missing.
And I’m ready to rip some fucking heads off,
“Roger!” My bark brings him from his smaller office across the hall in record time. “How many overdue accounts are still on the books?”
He frowns, tablet in hand. “I don’t know off the top of my head.” His finger flies over the screen.
“Go find out. I want a list of names by the end of the day. Because I want an excuse to hurt somebody. I’m ready to crawl out of my skin, and cracking skulls always does the trick of calming me down. Grinding my molars, the question lingers.What’s taking her so long?
Has she met somebody? Did some douchebag kid offer to take her out and give her the lowdown on office politics? Once Roger’s on his way across the hall, I blow out a shaky breath and stare at the security feed on my screen like it will somehow bring her home. I need her home. I’m obsessed. Why am I so obsessed? Fuck this is only her first day on the job. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get through this torture every single day.
My gaze lands on the cell sitting on the desk. Tcould text her and tell her to come home. She always responds well to being told what to do. Why am I torturing myself?
Relief floods me when headlights sweep across the courtyard. Thate how weak I am for this girl. I hate how everything suddenly seems better, brighter, sweeter now that she’s where she belongs
Still, I pick up my phone.
Me: Report to my office immediately. We have some things to discuss.
I won’t make it the rest of the night without touching her and breathing her sweet scent into my lungs. The hours spent apart are like a life to the chest, and that only makes me want her mom She is the only thing that can pase the pain.
1 pour myself a drink while waiting and enjoy the first sip of scotch letting it warm me from the inside out. It isn’t long before soft footsteps ring out down the hall. She might as well be running and all because of a text Only we know the truth. That it’s me she belongs to, that she’s rushing to. Nobody else.
Rounding the doorway, her perfectly pouty mouth pops open like she’s about to ask a question. I hold a finger to my lips, and she snaps it shut. So eager to do as she’s told. My cock hardens.
“Close the door and lock it,” 1order.
She twists the lock into place while I return to my desk and place my glass on the surface.
“Corne here now,” 1 murmur, and as she joins me, I take in het simple black dress and sweater. She’s covered from tits to knees, so I can’t accuse her of tempting a lowlite intern with her body.
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Her gaze fills with apprehension. She does not know my irritability has to do with my desire for her and the fact that she was gone for so long. “What’s wrong?” she finally whispers as she sets her purse down. “Is Tatiana okay?”
I wish she wouldn’t bring
gher up at a time like this. “What took yaiso long to get home?”
Her eyelids flutter. “There was traffic.”
“So you weren’t hanging out with your coworkers?” before she can take a breath, my hand is skimming halfway up her dress.” Or flirting with some inter who only wishes he could do this to you?
The sweetest sigh falls from her lips, and she presses against the desk when her legs go weak Power fills every cell in my body This is what my touch does to her. She’s melting like butter in a hot pan. Only I can do this to her. Nobody else, and I won’t let her forget it
Twork the fabric up around her waist before setting her on the edge of the desk, then I move between her thighs. Fuck, she is so beautiful and ready for me. I move her white panties to the side with my fingers and am greeted with a flood of arousal. She’s drenched, her bare pussy listening. The juices coat her lips, and my mouth waters. I trace the seam of her pretty pussy, wanting to taste her. I need to touch her. I’m fucking gone for this woman.
“Have you been thinking about giving this pussy to anybody else? I whisper, savoring her gasp when I slide a finger deep inside her silky heat. Her cunt grips it, greedy for more.
“No.” She sighs.
Such a fucking pretty pussy. I can’t help it. I add a second finger, stretching her tight channel. Her helpless moans are like music washing over me. She fights to hold them back, her lips pressing together to hide her pleasure.
“None of those little boys in the office?”
“Never.” Her head falls back, and her chest heaves. “Never.”
“You’re fucking right. Because this belongs to me. You belong to me.” Her pussy is dripping, her arousal coating my
“Yes, I do.” I’m not sure if she knows what she’s saying. She’s too deep in what she’s feeling. It’s her pussy doing the talking
It doesn’t mean she’s wrong. She’s mine.
Her pussy rocks to meet my strokes. “Oh. Gianni__”
“Shh.” Leaning over her, I press my palm to her mouth while I continue to finger fuck her with the other. “You don’t want anybody to know our little secret, do you?”
Giving her head a light shake, her eyes bulge a moment before they roll back. All I can do is smile. She’s under my complete control. I know what she needs. She needs a man to dominate her. Nothing gets her wetter than being told what to do and how to do it. She seems to like it best when I take away her choices and force her to accept what I’m offering. She fucking loves it. No wonder she’s always been drawn to me.
The way I’ve been drawn to her.
“Come on my fingers,” I whisper, running my tongue over the sensitive flesh below her ear. “Get them good and wet so I can lick them clean.”
She lets out a pitiful whimper, jerking her hips faster. Chasing her high, working herself closer and closer to the edge. I can feel her tightening around me, and I wish like hell my cock was inside of her right now, getting ready to feel her explode.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight. My cock is envious of my fingers right now.” I work my fingers faster and harder, rubbing that sweet spot and scissoring the digits.
“Boss
Fuck My heart lurches in my chest, and I go still, Roger, of all the fucking times. My fingers are still inside her, gripped by her clenching muscles. She was so close. “Yeah?” Igrunt
The knob rattles. “What’s going on? 1
on? I have those names you wante
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“Can it wait?” I croak Caterina’s gone still, her orgasm forgotten She’s too busy staring up at me, looking to me for direction. The fear of being caught shines in her eyes.
“You said you needed these nanes by the end of the day. Now it’s okay to wait? Are you sure you’re okay?” He tries the knob again Fucking bastard He’s not going to stop until he sees me.
“Under the desk, quick,” I whisper, hacking away while wiping my lingers on my pants. I’m pissed I didn’t get to lick ther clean like I wanted.
“What?” she whispers, but I’m already shoving her beneath the desk. After hesitating a second, she crawls on her hands and Inees until she’s disappeared I toss the purse after her. There’s norvidence she was ever here.
Meanwhile, Roger hasn’t given up. The doorknob continues to jingle. “I will kick this fucking door down.”
For fuck’s sake, give me a minute!” Once she’s set, I cross the room and unlock the door, but leave it closed. “Jesus Christ, give a man the chance to get his shit together before you break the door down.”
“You don’tnormally lock the door.”
I sink into my chair, then ease it partly underneath the desk. There’s more than enough room for both my legs and Caterina She squeezes between them, sitting like an angel.
Is she thinking what I’m thinking? My cock thickens again after only just going soll. She’s shown me a side of her I didn’t know existed. How far can I make her go?
Roger’s eyes dart around the room before he comes to a stop in front of me. “Everything okay?” “What’s with the concern? I needed a little privacy. Privacy that you invaded, by the way.”
“Understood.” Though he looks unconvinced. “I’ve been going through the accounts like you a
Lasked ”
My molars grind together at the touch of small hands on my thighs. She can read my mind, after all. “And?” I grit out as her hands creep higher. There I was, thinking she was a good girl. My little bird likes to play dirty.
“And you were right. There are more than a few that need settling. He passes me the file. “Printed are the names and
balances.”
“Overdue?” I can’t concentrate on numbers when soft hands are stroking my inner thighs, teasing my growing bulge. This little
minx
These are the guys we gave a warning to last month. I think we should pay them another visit and collect what we can
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1 glance up from the names and addresses. Roger’s stone faced, the way he should be. This isn’t the first time we conversation. But it is the first time we’ve had it with Caterina hiding under my desk, playing with my cock. She rubs her dim over my dick, and blinding pleasure zings through me. I can hardly breathe for wanting her mouth on me.
“Possibly,” 1 grunt. “We can decide on that later.”
“Later?” His brows furrow: “We’re talking about a lot of money. Two of them, we already gave extensions. They knew what they were doing when they boroved-
“Enough!” I growl, my voice booming Caterina’s touch freezes while Roger’s head snaps back. “Since when do you tell me how to manage my business? Thank you for bringing me the info I requested. That is your job. It is not your job to tell me how to handle things after that point.”
“Pardon me if I’m overstepping, but any other day you would usually be halfway to the car, ready to blow some brams our if they didn’t pay up.”
Caterina’s hands settle like lead on my legs. She hasn’t moved Motherfucker. I’ve spent years doing everything in my power 10 keep Tatiana out of this. She’s not a stupid girl–far from it—but I believe she’s in the dark on the finer points of what I do That’s blown to shit now that Caterina has heard what Roger said. My chest tightens, and my vision goes hazy. I’m going to
my shit if this conversation continues.
“We’ll need to talk about this later,” Imutter, glaring at him. I’ve always been able to rely on him to know when it’s the best time and place to discuss these things and to pick up on when I’m not in the fucking mood to talk. I’m surprised he would choose this very moment to let me down.
As if intuition has finally hit him, he mumbles, “Fair enough. Let me know what you decide, and I’ll be ready.”
I give him a tight nod and watch as he walks out of the room.
I back the chair away from the desk, staring at the wall across from me. “You can come out now,” I mutter, careful to keep m voice low. She wouldn’t flip her shit over this, I need to believe she’s got too much sense,
She’s in no hurry to crawl out. 1 bet she’s afraid of me Who could blame her? There are lesser men that I’ve made piss their pants. And after what she just heard, I’m positive her view of me has changed.
My gut goes tight once understanding settles in my bones. She keeps her gaze on the floor, leaving her hair hanging in front of her face like a curtain. By the time she gets to her feet, she’s trembling.
L
whatever we’re When she doesn’t continur, my resolve hardens. This,
re doing, is a mistake. Not only for myself, but for her as well I can’t drag her into my darkness. I can’t taint her. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to her because of me. Protecting Tatiana is hard enough.
“Well, now you know,” lean back in the chair, folding my arms across my chest. “You know the monster staring at you, the one who just had his fingers deep inside your pussy ”
She winces and folds her arms across her stomach. “But you don’t actually do stuff like that, right? You just get mad and threaten people until they give you what you want?”
I almost laugh but bite it back. So fucking naive. I can’t believe she thinks all I do is threaten people. “Who do you think tam?
For the first time, she glances at me through the curtain of hair harging alongside her face. “What?”
Sometimes you have to rip the Band–Aid off. It’s time she faces the facts and sees me as the man everyone else sees me as. The man I am. Maybe then she’ll run far enough away that I can’t touch her.
“Did I mumble, Caterina? Exactly who do you think I am? Do you think this is a game? That I sit here behind a desk all day and shuffle papers and send emails and run the business you read about in financial magazines?”
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“I know wh
who you are.
“Then why do you look so surprised? And why would you ask such a silly question?” When her brows lift, I remind her. “You asked if I actually do things like that and assumed I don’t. What if I do?
When I propel myself from the chair, she hacks away, bumping against the desk, sliding along it, trying to get away from me. That’s exactly what I need, fear, even if it’s the last thing I want to ser on her delicate face.
“Where are you going?” My hand shoots out, grasping her throat, bolding her in place against the corner of the desk. I loom over her, bending her back as she gasps for air. My fingers flex against her slim throat. It wouldn’t take much effort to end ber Now that she knows the truth, she’s a liability. Killing her isn’t arroption. But I can scare her.
I have to do this, even if my heart says oflierwise. Here 1 am, with hundreds of thousands of dollars owed to me and heads I need to crack open to get it, and I sat here caring more about her overhearing my business details. She’s a distraction. That’s all.
But she’s not; she’s more. My subconscious reminds me I care about her, her safety, and what she thinks of me. Instead of the fact she could expose the truth to Tatiana. It’s something I hadn’t thought about before. I grit my teeth, my jaw tense. We can’t continue this. It has already gone too far
You can’t stay away from her, asshole. You’re obsessed I ignore my inner monologue.
“You wanted to be close to me?” I snarl, smiling when her features pinch with pain. “You wanted to know me? Congratulations, this is the. You got what you wanted. ”
Her blue eyes well with tears, and her chin trembles, but all that does is make me tighten my grip. I have to ignore her tears, Ignore her pain.
“You wanna know the truth? If you weren’t here, I would be on my way to visit those fuckers who owe me money. They knew what they were getting into when they borrowed from me. They knew the terms, and like everyone who needs money in a pinch, now that it’s time to pay up, they don’t want to live up to those terms.”
“You’re hurting me,” she croaks, bracing herself against the desk, using the other to push at my hand I have to. Her nails sink into my flesh, leaving behind little crescent–shaped marks. I relish in the sting of pain that follows
“That’s right. Because that’s what I fucking do.” I lean in until our poses touch. There’s so much fear in her eyes. I think she’s finally waking up, finally seeing the monster beneath the expensive suit. “I hurt people. And I don’t stop there, either. Do you want to know how many men I’ve killed, Caterina?”
Tears spill over her lashes and roll down her cheeks.
“I thought you wanted to know me,” I whisper when she doesn’t reply. “Wasn’t that what you said? You just want to be close to me. Well, this is who I am. Sometimes, you need to be careful what you wish for, because you might get more than you bargained for.”
“Let go of me,” she grits through her teeth. The strength in her voice causes an ache to form in my chest
“Which is it? First, you want me,
then you want me to let you go. You need to make up your mind‘
Her lip lifts in what might be anger, but I recognize the growing terror. She’s afraid she’s heard too much. That I might have to silence her for good. “I asked you to let me go,” she croaks.
That’s exactly what I need to do. To let her go, now and forever. She’s the worst thing to come into my life. The biggest lubility. I can no longer kid myself. She’s wrong for me, and I’m entirely wrong for her, even if my treacherous cock and body refuse to
see it
and if you’re tucking “Dy all means.” I release her with a shove and sneer down my noseat her. “Get the hell away from me, smart, you’ll make sure you never find your way back into my office. Because no matter how tight your pussy is or how pretty and tempting you are, one of these days, it might be you I end up having to settle accounts with. And you won’t like how that ends. I can promise you that.”
This is it. No way will she want shit to do with me now. It’s for the best. Even her fear and her trembling chinare for the best. For
both of us
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Yet, instead of running like anybody with a brain between their ears, she only stares at me, raising a hand to nab at her throat.”
‘ true.” Her valce Irembles along with the rest of her. “It isn“”
“Now you’re going to tell me what is and isn’t true? I gave you the chance to get
to get the fuck out of my face
Her head swings back and forth. “I don’t think you want to hurt me. You’re just saying that.”
She may as well set a match to a powder beg.
I don’t know what pisses me oft more. How wrong she is about what I’m capable of or how she reads my mind where it pertains to her. Lonly know I have no choice but to grab a handful of hair and yank her head back, glaring down at her while reaching for the gun resting against my lower back
“You’re still that deluded?” I snarl, holding the pistol up for her benefit.
Her already tear–filled eyes bulge, focusing on it. She’s near hyperventilation with her quick, shallow breaths. “Please
“Please, what?” Touch the muzzle to her cheek, and she whimpers, then shudders as I drag it over her jaw and down her neck. Please, don’t blow my brains out? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it. And accidents happen all the time. You could just as easily disappear without a trace.”
“Please, don’t,” she pleads in a tiny squeak of a voice.
“Maybe you’d rather have it someplace else.” I trace the curve of her tit, the flat plane of her stomach. She’s shaking harder, her breaths coming in sharp gasps. “Is that it? You want to feel it in your pussy?”
Once I reach the hem of her dress, I work the fabric up, pressing the steel against her thigh. She goes still, and her breath catches. “What? You usually cream your panties when I touch you here.”
It’s like studying a work of art, watching terror take hold. I stare into her eyes as the pupils dilate until there’s hardly anything left but black emptiness gazing back at me from her ghostly white face.
“I know what this is all about,” I whisper in mock surprise. “You can’t stand the thought of being away from my cock. That’s it, right? If you really want it that bad, I could bend you over the desk and claim your sweet pussy right now. Would that make you happy?”
silence I want. I tug her hair harder, forcing her to answer. “No.”
She remains silent, and it’s not her silence |
No? No to what? You don’t want me to fuck you?”
“No.” Her voice is a little stronger now, but just barely.
I pull her closer one last time. The impulse to kiss her is almost too much to resist. Even now, I want her enough to make me hate her. “Then why the hell are you still here? This is your last chance. Go” I release her again, hating myself even more.
I know she got the message loud and clear this time. Like a lamb running from the wolf stalking her, she hustles out of the office Once she’s gone, I can breathe. The tension in my muscles releases, and 1 fall back into the chur; scrubbing a hand down my face. I need to get over this, to get away from her. We can’t be gether or do whatever the fuck it was we were doing,
If she hates me, she hates me. That’s how it should be. How it needs to be. I’m too old for her. Too dark. Too dangerous. And I doubt she could hate me more than I hate myself right now, anyway,
