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Grinning, I pressed my face against the side of her neck, savoring her tiny mews and the way her body reacted. She wasn’t faking her reaction, something else I adored about her. She might be a true professional, but she allowed me to feel as if I’d captured my forever prey.

After getting blood on my hands for the first time in months, I needed an entirely different release.

“So tight. So perfect.”

“Oh. You’re so… big.” She laughed nervously, issuing a ragged yelp when I pinched her clit between my fingers.

I continued teasing her as I fucked her brutally, her body likely to be bruised tomorrow from my savagery. But what good was taking what I wanted without leaving something in return?

She was taking every savage thrust, now pushing her hands on the desk to keep the friction high as she moaned her sentiment of pleasure. But it was the moment she issued a scream as she was driven into another foray of ecstasy that finally allowed me to release.

My balls were so tight, my heart skipping beats and as I thrust even harder, I sensed more than just a slight hint of satisfaction.

I erupted deep inside, covering her tight walls with my seed, feeling more alive than I had in years.

And all I could think about was that she belonged to me.

I was forced to remind myself she was merely a high price escort and nothing else, which was already an irritant. She wasn’t mine and mine alone. I pulled out, immediately raking my hands through my hair before jerking my jeans back into position.

Backing away, I noticed her body was still shaking. I spun her around, longing to taste her sweet lips one last time, surprised at myself for initiating the action in the first place.

Romance was highly overrated, the primal act of sexual bonding the only thing two consenting adults needed to fulfill their every fantasy. Yet I found myself crushing my mouth over hers, immediately shoving my tongue between her pursed lips.

She was back to fighting me, shoving her palms against my chest, whimpering into the kiss entirely different than before. I was drawn to the taste of her, the way she struggled to keep me from dominating every inch of her.

When I backed away, she hissed and acted like she was going to slap me. I caught her hand in mid-action, lifting my eyebrows. “I would caution you to remember who I am and what I’m capable of, my good girl. I might have enjoyed playing the game you started, and I am very much pleased with your playful innocence, but when I’m finished, the game is over. Do I make myself clear?”

She said nothing, glaring at me as if hatred was building. I was somewhat surprised she was carrying the ruse so far, but given she was new to the organization, I’d allow her a break.

Right now, I needed a stiff drink to combat the oddity of my desires, padding to the bar to fix a gin and tonic. I was still able to gather the strong scent of her raging desire, which was almost as strong as mine.

As I poured, I noticed she was cursing under her breath, her entire face pinched as she jerked her clothes from the floor. A part of me wanted to scold her for daring to act out on her own, but the arduous week had taken a toll on me.

I had papers to grade, a quarterly corporate meeting with my brothers at the main offices, and an intern to hire all in the next few days.

However, while I would never be called a good guy, I wasn’t going to allow her to walk out without at least offering her a drink.

I did have some decency left inside of me.

She didn’t bother looking me in the eyes as I stood in front of her once again, holding out the drink I’d prepared. She continued her act, her cheeks redder than they’d been before.

“Drink this,” I told her.

“I don’t want anything but to get the hell out of here. I was so wrong about you.”

Wrong? What did she believe she was so wrong about? I remained amused. “You’re very good at playing the game. I’ll let your madame know I was very pleased.”

My good girl snapped her head in my direction. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re coming off like some crazed ax murderer though.”

Chuckling, I scrunched my eyebrows together. “I assure you that no one is dying here today. Maybe later.”

“So reassuring,” she taunted. “Look, I came here for an interview. Yes, I was late and I tried to apologize for that. I never expected to… To…” She jerked the glass out of my hand, tossing back the entire contents.

Interview.

My open assistant position.

Fuck me. There was no way. None.

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