27
Iwalk into the office, and I cannot hide the small smile on my face, knowing that Aurora isn’t as angry nor as detached from me as before. I don’t know if sending her a bouquet of flowers with a thank you note would suffice.
I should tell her that I am thankful she decided to take this step towards me.
So I do.
I buy a beautiful argyle pink diamond tennis bracelet with a rose bouquet and decide to drop it off myself rather than have someone else do so for me. Happy with my idea, I get started on the tasks for today.
My stomach dips every time someone opens a door. I keep thinking Helia will walk out, that he will look at me with dark, heated eyes and I will fall apart.
He will lean over to touch me, and I will lose all control. But that will never happen. Internally, I may be breaking and not knowing how to control my emotions, but on the outside, I am keeping my composure.
“Ambrose, my office. Now.”
My head snaps up towards Helia’s office. He is standing in the doorway of his office, his expression blank of any emotions.
Fear wraps around my throat.
What is it?
What have I done?
I try to remember if I let anything slip through, but I can’t seem to think of anything.
Getting up, I take a deep breath, putting on a brave face, and walk right past him into his office.
I will stand my ground if anything happens.
I am Ambrose Torre.
And I do not back down from any challenge.
“Whatever stupid mistake you may have found—” I turn around and bump into Helia. He is standing right in front of me. Not a single inch of space between us.
I look up at him, filled with determination, ready to fight him, but I stagger at the softness in his eyes. His brows are pulled down, a crinkle in his eyes as passion swirls in those maddening eyes of his.
“Are you going to call this a mistake, too?”
My brows twist in a frown. “Call what a mistake?”
His hand snakes around my waist and pulls me to him. I push at his chest, but getting him to let me go is like trying to bend metal with my bare hands. It won’t work.
So I give up, huffing, as I look back up at him.
“What happened last night, Ambrose?” His voice is hard, commanding.
He wants no lies.
But am I ready to accept that whatever happened last night was, in fact, something I truly wanted and not a mistake?
“Yes.” I jut my chin out.
Helia’s eyes drop. The black takes over the green in them, and he suddenly seems too tall, too muscular, too strong, and too large against me.
He feels threatening.
So why does my stomach drop in anticipation at seeing what he may demand in retribution of me denying it?
“You will deny something you begged for? You will deny something you wanted?” he grits out, his hold on my waist tightening. His other hand slowly climbs up my body, past my breasts until it reaches under my jaw.
“It didn’t mean anything. A moment of weakness. We all have them.” I try to shrug, but it’s not possible with him holding me so tightly to him.
With each intake of breath, my nipples brush against his chest. I feel the zaps run through my veins, the pit of my stomach fluttering and my knees weakening at his possession.
“So your pussy didn’t beg for my fingers? Your pussy didn’t weep as soon as I pushed my fingers inside?”
I shake my head, then lean forward, brushing my lips softly against his. “No,” I whisper.
“On your knees.”
I reel my head back from his demand. One I am supposed to comply with. “What?”
He dips his chin to the floor. “On your knees, Ambrose.”
He must be joking.
“No. I never have and never will bow to a man. Find yourself another woman.” I push at his chest, and he lets me go but instantly cages me against the edge of his desk, his arms on either side of me.
“You will get on your knees for me, right fucking now,” he grits out.
“And I said no.” I cross my arms and turn my face away from him. He grabs my chin between two fingers and wrenches me back towards him.
“On. Your. Knees.” His eyes leave no room for argument.
He looks menacing. He looks crazy. Helia looks terrifying in this moment.
And I am shamelessly begging him in my mind to push me more.
His dominance is calling out to my dark pleasures.
“I will open this door, dip my hand in your trousers, knowing exactly how wet your pussy is, and watch you scream out my name in front of everyone on this floor.” He leans closer, his lips brushing my ear.
“You know how fast gossip travels around this company, don’t you? You know how many people in this building hate you. How about I humiliate you and add disdain to the general sentiment?”
My eyes burn. I clench my hands into fists but just the image he has painted in my hand of him fucking me with his fingers again, wrenching out orgasm after orgasm with the door open while my moans echo down the hallway has me panting for more.
Like the dirty woman I am, my desire leaks through my underwear.
“You want to play that game? I will not only win, I will destroy everything you stand for; so get on your knees, Ambrose.”
It’s hard, but as I narrow my eyes at him, I know I will do it.
Not because of his threat, but because of the disgusting anticipation bubbling in my chest.
“I see the look in your eyes. I see the want and need for me, so let me give it to you,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over my chin, back and forth.
“You want me and it’s killing you to admit it. Ambrose doesn’t admit defeat in front of a man, does she?” He looks at me like he can read me, and maybe he can.
How could he recite everything, the war I am in with myself, and still want me?
To know how difficult I am and yet still love the fight?
“I hate you.” I get down on one knee. “I despise you.” The other knee hits the floor. “I want to fucking throttle you and kill you.”
A dangerous gleam shines through Helia’s eyes.
“But I want you to fuck me all the same,” I admit. It’s out in the open now.
He knows it.
I know it.
“That doesn’t mean my feelings for you have changed.” It’s a lie.
They have changed. And I did not, under any circumstance, want them to change.
So I am avoiding them.
His hands go to his belt, and my lips fall open with a small inaudible gasp. The clinking of the buckle echoes around the office, and my hands turn clammy. The zipper goes down, and the flaps of his trousers open. My pussy clenches around nothing, wanting attention.
Fuck this.
How could I want someone I hate? Someone who is set on destroying my life?
“Be a good girl, Emerald, and I might give a little attention to that pretty pussy that is craving me.” His voice drops to a soft tone, making my heart melt, but I shake my head internally.
How does he know that too now?
My eyes focus on the outline of his cock beneath his black boxers. It’s thick and huge, pressed against the stretchy material.
“Take my cock out,” he demands.
My hands fly up, perfectly manicured nails dragging along the waistband of his underwear, then I tug.
My mouth waters at the length and girth of his cock. As soon as it’s completely out, it almost hits me in the face. I swallow, just imagining it ripping through me with Helia pounding above me, making me reach impossibly pleasurable heights.
It’s not my first time seeing a cock, but I’ve never seen one this size. My chest constricts, excitement rushing through my veins as I lean forward, sticking my tongue out and licking the pre-cum leaking from it.
“Fuck, don’t you dare tease me,” Helia grumbles from above me.
So, I don’t.
Leaning forward, with a hand on his thick muscular thigh and the other holding his cock at the base, I suck him into my mouth.
Helia’s hand grabs at the desk behind me, his other one on the back of my head.
“You look so good on your knees for me,” Helia grits out.
And he picks up his pace.
And fucks me. Fucks my mouth.
He keeps going, and desire starts to pool between my legs.
“You are doing so well,” he grumbles.
A whine slips out of me, and I find myself aching to be touched, but that hum alone has Helia groaning above me.
When I look up, I see his head fallen back, his hair falling recklessly around his face, the tendons in his neck popping. The sight of him in his black suit, stretched across his chest and broad shoulders, completely at my mercy as I suck him off, makes me want to pleasure him more.
I have this big manically psycho man, losing control at my hands.
And I fucking love it.
“Take me like I am yours. Take me just like that… Yes, hmm,” he groans, his words ringing in my mind.
His chest heaves, and a moan slips from his mouth, making me smile.
“You’re such a dirty girl. Ambrose,” he grunts, then releases his load into my mouth, breathing heavily above me.
And I swallow.
Fuck if he doesn’t taste good.
He lets go of the back of my head, and the sharp edge of the desk hits the back of my head. I realise he held me there the whole time to avoid me hitting my head. Something pinches in my chest at that thought.
“You look good, being ruined by me, being owned and marked by me.” He rubs his thumb across my bottom lip, his eyes darkening when I lick that lip.
“And I still hate you.” I narrow my eyes, making him laugh.
He presses his thumb softly onto my lip, and I open my mouth, taking it in and sucking it, rolling my eyes, knowing I have his full attention.
Just as I open my eyes, Helia pulls me up and places me on the edge of the desk.
He unbuttons my trousers, pulls them down with my underwear, and gets on his knees.
“Now let me reward my pretty fox.” And he does.
I am in the office an hour later, coming down from the high, and still not recovering from what he has done to me. I don’t let myself think too much of it. Not the soft touches I got every so often, not the long glances, not the low murmurs in my ears, and certainly not the fact that my own heart beat an extra beat for him.
He took it from me.
My submission.
And a truth that no man ever has before.
That I want him.
It doesn’t matter that it’s in the name of desire.
The next day, when I am in his office, he pulls me to his lap, making me sit and type up an email to the marketing team while he has his hand so deep between my legs that they shake with pleasure.
And every time I came into his office over the next couple of weeks, I found myself in some kind of position at his mercy, and yet I kept uttering the same words.
“I hate you.” With his fingers inside of me.
“I despise you.” When he kissed down my neck.
“I feel repulsed by you.” While he was deep down in my throat.
And yet, the one thing we never did was kiss.
We never did it. It felt too intimate.
And a small question arose in my mind.
Was I just a means to an end for him?
To satisfy his need?
Is that why he didn’t want to fuck me?
Does being secretive about our pleasures while hating each other, a reckless thing to do?
Especially for someone like me, whom no one has ever spoken softly to?
For someone who lost her virginity, then never went within arm’s reach of another man again?
Helia may as well be my first. No man has touched me a second time. I never let them. My life never let me. My priorities were different.
Instead of drowning in alcohol or sex, I found myself constantly on the move to better Glamorous, to look over my shoulder in case someone was planning to overthrow me, to looking out for Aurora and making sure she was safe.
And I never realised that maybe I needed time for myself, too.
I lost too much of myself to the point where I don’t know what I want except to have Glamorous under my control.
Now, as I stand beside Helia at Remo’s new product launch event, I think about exactly what position I am in.
Vulnerable.
Then why does my heart refuse to push Helia away?
Why can’t I deny him when he asks?
Where is my strength when his eyes look over at me and my heart skips a beat?
What is happening to me?