Chapter Two #2
"Have you ever succumbed to your own desire?
" I ask her in a low voice as I run my fingertips lightly up her arm, sending another shiver through her body and a fresh wave of goosebumps rising up and down her exposed flesh.
She's dressed so prim and proper in her button-up silk blouse, her below-the-knee pencil skirt, her smart flat shoes that accentuate her short stature.
Her brown hair is pulled back in a smooth ponytail and her blue eyes peer at me from a face devoid of makeup.
And I notice she's staring at me, her lips still parted as she breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling in a very distracting manner.
"What...?" she whispers.
"You heard me," I tell her as I walk closer, my every step testing the air between us. "Have you ever succumbed to your own desires? Have you ever wanted a cock so badly you'd do just about anything to get it?" I love the way her body reacts to my intrusive questions.
"I... I don't know what you're asking..." she says. The tremble in her voice lets me see beyond her facade, and I already know I've got her right where I want her; off-balance, hot, bothered, and hungry with desire.
She’s not fooling me for a second, I know damn well she knows exactly what I’m asking her.
"Why hold back?" I ask her, running my fingertips lightly through the hair at the base of her neck.
She shivers, her gaze meeting mine. "Why not give into your natural hunger?
" I wait a moment and see her delicate throat flex as she swallows hard.
I fist my hand in her hair, holding gently yet firmly as I give a sight tug.
She moves with the motion, her lips parting further as her excitement escapes in a sharp exhale before I grab her hair at the nape of her neck.
I pull her body toward me, my cock so fucking hard for her I can barely contain it.
She's still looking at me with those wide eyes, and I know she feels the shift in the air between us.
"Are you ready for me to show you what you're missing? " I whisper.
Her body trembles as I pull her even closer, her lips now so close to my own I can feel her breaths and smell the sweet and spicy cinnamon of her favorite mints.
She leans into me without resistance, even though she's dangerously off-balance - without me holding her upright, she'd certainly fall at my feet.
"I..." She seems to hesitate, her gaze drifting to my lips as if she's hoping I'll kiss her.
Damn, I want to kiss her. I have zero doubts she'd give into me, but that's not what I want from her.
I don't want her to surrender. I want her to want me so badly.
She'll beg, plead, and be unable to resist me when I finally put her out of her misery.
I want to hear her lips beg me to take her virginity.
The tension between us has been building since the first time we met, but this... this is the moment where I see it all click into place. The moment where I feel that tension finally snap, and the moment where everything changes between us.
I'm going to make her mine.
I'm going to consume her. I'm going to consume her body, and I'm going to consume her soul.
I'm going to make her come to me, again and again.
She's never been with a man before, and I'm going to make sure that by the time I'm done with her, she's begging me for anything I'm willing to give her.
"Rico..." she whispers.
The sound of my name on her lips leaves me throbbing and desperate to press myself into her warm, wet depths.
I pick her up and press her back against the soft, padded wall. She holds her breath and her eyes widen with uncertainty, unsure of what to do next. I roughly lift her skirt with my fingertips, giving her the space to wrap her legs around me.
As her thighs grip my hips, I feel her keeping some distance between us. I grit my teeth and swallow hard, not wanting our time here to end with this wall between us. I hold her gaze and wait silently as I am wanting her to pull me in close and let me fill the void.
But she seems tense, even as I grab her wrists and pin them to the wall on either side of her head.
"I want to fuck you, Sandra," I growl in her ear.
She moans in response, the tendons in her wrists flexing as she tries to free herself from my grip. I let her go and her hands clutch at my shoulders. Her fingertips dig into my flesh, and I know she's looking for control, a way to ground herself in this lustful whirlwind.
“Rico, I...”
She seems to be trying to think, as if her mind is clouded by a thick fog of confusion and lust. “I think you're misunderstanding why I'm here, Rico.”
She says the words with more clarity than she seemed to have the entire time she's been here, and I hear the serious edge to her voice. “Rico, we need to talk.”
“I'll listen to anything you have to say.” I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as I touch my lips to her skin. I've never wanted her more than I do in this moment.
“Rico, Clarke asked me to cancel his contract.”
The second she says the words, I feel my body react. All the need, desire and arousal filling me instantly halts, and my brain switches over to business mode. I set her down on her feet and begin to pace back and forth in the room.
She wrings her hands, as if unsure what to do or say now and I realize I’ve been a fool. Of course, she's not here to be with me the way I hoped. She's here to help me keep a client from walking out with all his money and leaving us high and dry.
“I already told him that we have a clause about terminating the contract early and that he'll owe everything agreed to, but he told me he's going to have his lawyers look it over and find a loophole.” She sounds terrified and I turn to her.
“Thank you for bringing this to my attention right away.” The fact that she had braved her discomfort and came into my club to talk to me about my other business and warn me of a potentially ugly situation doesn’t escape my notice.
She nods her head. “Of course.”
I can still smell the heat rising off of her but getting in her pants is the last thing on my mind at the moment.
Right now, I'm focused on figuring out how to keep Clarke’s contract intact.
I need to reach out to my lawyer, I need to make calls, and I need a clear head - easier said than done now that Sandra has gotten under my skin the way she has.
As for Clarke himself... either he’ll stay or I’ll destroy him, everything he stands for, and everything he cares about.
He should know better than to fuck with me or my business.