Chapter 30 #2
Being holed up in my office at the club wasn't my idea of fun today, especially since Rox was the reason I was here. But there was no way in hell, I’d have him come to the house, so here would do.
He’d already made his first fuck up, that stupid bastard had been trying to undercut me with shitty weapons, and that was one thing I didn’t take kindly to.
I wouldn’t let some lowlife weasel do me over.
The door clicked open without warning. A female worker slipped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.
She was young, maybe in her mid-twenties, with a pencil skirt that cinched tightly around her waist and a blouse that was unbuttoned in a way that revealed way too much.
Her eyes shone with a mixture of ambition and desire. Desire that was unwanted.
Her hips swayed as she approached my desk. “Mr. Ricci,” she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I just wanted to check and see if you needed anything else. I could…stay late if you’d like.”
My eyes flicked down to my phone, my expression hardening. I held up my hand to silence her, but she ignored it, running her fingers along my shoulders. Her touch was anything like my wife’s. My grip tightened on my phone, and my knuckles whitened.
“Get your hands off me,” I ordered. Of course, she didn’t comply. I grabbed her wrist without even looking at her, the force of my hold causing her to gasp. “I said get your fucking hands off me and get out,” I hissed. “Before I make you regret it.”
Before she could respond, I heard the door slam shut.
I half expected it to be Rox turning up early, but instead, it was my wife who strode into the room.
She was a vision, dressed head to toe in black.
Her eyes narrowed in on me as her lips pressed into a thin line.
She wasted no time in moving closer as the waitress's mouth twisted into a smirk.
“He’s busy, sweetie, or have you come to join us?” she murmured seductively as Anastacia looked just about ready to kill the bitch with her bare hands. Once upon a time, she would have said go ahead, have him, but not anymore.
“Didn’t you hear my husband?” Ana asked, her voice deceptively calm.
“Husband or not, we can still share.” This woman didn’t have a clue when to shut up, did she?
Without warning, Ana closed the remaining distance and grabbed her by her hair, yanking her head back with a force that made her whimper. “My husband told you to leave, so unless you want to end up in pieces scattered across the city, I suggest you do as you’re told and listen.”
The girl's face drained of colour, her eyes darting between Ana and me in panic. “I-I’m sorry…” she stammered, trying to pull away from Ana’s grip. “I didn’t mean to?—”
“Shut up,” Anastacia snapped, her voice like a whip. “Get out. Now,” she said with a warning in her tone. “If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll find you, and trust me, it won’t be pleasant when I do.”
She nodded frantically as Ana shoved her head away. She didn’t look back as she fled, the click of the door echoing through the silent office. Ana watched her go with a cold smile before turning her attention back to me.
“It would seem as though my wife has a possessive side when it comes to me, am I right?” I teased, pulling her between my legs by her belt loops.
“I don’t like people thinking they can take what’s mine, that’s all.” She grinned, her eyes softening.
“Nobody stands a chance, mi amore. I only want you.” I smiled. “So, what did I do to deserve a visit today?” I asked.
“Nothing.” She smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I just felt like it.”
She grabbed my tie, pulling me up until I was standing toe-to-toe with her.
Her hands moved to my belt, her fingers deft as she undid it before making quick work of lowering my pants and letting them fall to the floor.
I didn’t resist. My eyes darkened with desire as she stepped back, her gaze bold and unapologetic.
I rested my hands on my desk as she dropped her knees, her skirt riding up around her waist as she knelt on the floor, looking up at me through raven lashes.
Her fingers traced invisible lines on my legs.
Her touch was light and teasing as she moved her petite fingers up my thighs, her nails grazing my skin.
“Always so hard for your wife,” she whispered, her breath warm against my aching cock.
Her fingers brushed against my length, teasing me to no end.
All I wanted to do was fuck that pretty little mouth of hers, but I let her take the lead, wanting to see what her plan was for me.
She pressed her lips to my hip and kissed across my stomach.
Anywhere but where I wanted her mouth. “Let me taste you,” she breathed against my skin.
“Do it,” I growled, my voice rough with need for her as my grip tightened on the desk.
Her fingers finally slid around my cock, squeezing gently before she leaned in, her tongue flicking the tip.
“Fuck,” I groaned as my head fell back the second she took me in her mouth, her lips wrapping around me with deliberate slowness.
She took me deep as a tear escaped her eye.
Her tongue swirled around the head as her hands gripped my thighs to steady herself.
“Fuck, Ana.” I moaned breathlessly as she worked me with expert movements that were, unfortunately, short-lived.
What the fuck was she doing?
She pulled back, her eyes meeting mine as she slid her fingers under her skirt and between her legs, letting out a soft moan as she stroked her pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she touched herself, her lips parting to let out the sweetest fucking breathy moans.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice hoarse and full of fucking need.
“Showing you what you’re missing,” she teased, her fingers moving faster as her breaths came in short gasps. She leaned into me, her lips brushing mine as she whispered, “I’m so wet for you. Do you want a taste?”
What kind of question was that? Too right, I wanted a taste.
I fisted her hair, pulling her head back so I could fully see her face. “Stop teasing me,” I commanded. “You already know the answer.”
“And if I don’t stop… What will you do then?” she challenged, her eyes daring me to take control.
I didn’t hesitate as I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. I couldn’t resist. I ripped open her skirt, letting it fall to the floor around us. “No panties again, Mrs. Ricci?”
“It certainly looks that way.” She teased her lower lip between her teeth. I quickly took over, pulling it into my mouth as I pressed her body against the desk with my own.
“You want to play games?” I whispered, lifting her effortlessly onto the desk as she let out a gasp. “Then, let’s play.”
My hands moved to her thighs, spreading them wide as I dropped to my knees between her legs.
Anastacia’s breath caught as my fingers slid into her, my touch rough and demanding.
“Good girl,” I growled, loving how wet she was for me.
I sank my fingers deeper and teased her, circling my thumb over her clit.
I pulled my fingers free and licked them clean. The taste of her was the only drug I’d ever need. “You taste so fucking good,” I whispered, the warmth of my breath skating across her bare pussy.
“Fuck…” She moaned breathlessly, her head falling back as I leaned in, letting my tongue replace my fingers.
I wanted to devour her with a hunger that left her trembling.
I ate her pussy like she was my last meal, one I’d die a happy man eating.
I gripped her thighs and left my mark on her skin as my tongue teased and worked her relentlessly.
“Lorenzo,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as her body slowly started to quiver, threatening to give in earlier than expected.
But I wouldn’t let her give in just yet. Instead, I pulled her back. “Not yet,” I whispered between slow, tantalising strokes.“I’m not done with you.”
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to fight the ache for release. I loved every single second of making her wait. She opened her mouth to protest, but that was replaced by a moan of pleasure as I spanked her sweet pussy, hitting the spot I knew would drive her wild.
“Fuck!” she moaned, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her control. Her moans were like a symphony of perfection and listening to them was pure ecstasy. “What are you waiting for?” she challenged, her voice nothing more than a whisper.
My lips curved into a dangerous smile. “For you to beg.” I smirked. “For you to beg for your release.”
“Eat my pussy like a good boy, and I’ll beg you,” she commanded. I almost combusted, hearing her words.
I slowly traced a deliberate path along her pussy as ragged moans escaped her. I knew exactly where to touch, lick, and nip in order to get her to surrender. Sucking on her clit, she let out a whimper. It only made me suck harder, thrusting my fingers deeper as I curled them inside her.
“Fuck… Please…” she moaned, her body arching into my touch. “Lorenzo… Please…”
“Once more.” I needed to hear her plead, needed to hear her whimper as her orgasm was on the brink of exploding through her.
“Please… Let me come, please…” she cried, her voice no longer the whisper it was before.
“Fuck. Come for me,” I growled, my voice vibrating against her skin. “Let me taste it. Give me everything,” I demanded as my words sent her over the edge.
“Lorenzo, fuck!” She cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. My mouth never faltered as I devoured her, savouring every last drop of her arousal. She was helpless, lost in a storm of pleasure. Her body trembled as I flicked my tongue over her clit one final time.
“Good girl. I knew you could beg for what you wanted,” I teased as I rose to my feet, positioning myself between her legs.
“That’s the only time I’ll ever beg, so don’t get used to it.”