Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Kazimir
The pencil I had been twirling in my hand through the course of the meeting snapped in two, but I hardly registered the jagged ends digging into my palms.
Who was that bloke and what could possibly be that funny? I had tried to ignore the whispers, but then came the chuckles and now she was full-on laughing. She’s never looked at me like that.
Did he just look at her lips? Dare he? Nah. She wouldn’t be that stupid. She knows who she belongs to and she knows I don’t share.
And how exactly would she know that? By making a fool of her in public?
The voice had been taunting me for days, but I could hardly see the problem. I am her boss and she reported late to work. I did what I should do.
You would barely spare another worker a second glance.
Another worker would know not to be late to a meeting.
But this one is your fault.
I didn’t get the time to argue my point when a snort reached me.
She had her palms covering her mouth while her shoulders shook, and the idiot next to her wore a smug smile of satisfaction.
As if that was not enough, she leaned into him to whisper something that caused his face to brighten like a fucking light bulb while his eyes swept through every inch of her.
It was a look I would recognize from a thousand miles away because I’ve been wearing the exact same one for months.
Had it been we were in a different setting, I would’ve gouged out his eyes and served them to her on a platter.
Eventually, her eyes found mine and I made no attempt to withdraw my stare or disguise the look in them.
She held my gaze for a brief moment before discarding me like a used towel and proceeding to stare at the bastard who was eye-raping her with doe eyes.
My blood turned molten in my veins, my vision darkened and all I could hear was the roar of blood in my ears.
I wasn’t a possessive man by any standard, but something about her brought out the primal beast in me.
Maybe it was the knowledge of being the first man to be inside her. Surely she must know the act alone made her mine, and there was no way in hell I was going to sit and watch… Did he just touch her arm?
“We’ll pick it up from here next time.”
The room went silent; Nikolai turned to me with a questioning look.
I turned to the blabbering intern. “You report back to Nico, and you better pray to whatever forces you hold dear that you find something worth the interruption. You can all leave.”
They all looked confused, but none dared to question me. I never stop meetings halfway; I’d stretch it till late night if needed, but I never cut it short.
The sounds of chairs scraping the floor filled the room as everyone hurried out. I waited till she stood.
“Miss Sinclair, sit.”
She paused, her posture becoming rigid. I could feel the air of defiance hovering around her and something stirred within me. I wanted her to try, to give me a reason to go as far as I wanted.
The doofus next to her whispered something into her ear and suddenly, her features relaxed and she lowered herself back into the seat.
My jaw tightened and it took everything in me to not fling the woman slowly gathering her files into her bag out of the room and slam the door after her.
The last person finally left, plunging the room into a deathly silence.
Genevieve focused her attention on the journal in front of her.
“Closer.”
She raised her head. “I can hear you from here.”
My blood grew hotter. “And I asked you to come closer.”
She indulged me in a brief staredown before making her way to the head of the table in slow, measured steps, the sound of her heels echoing through the quiet room.
“What is your position?” I asked when she stopped two chairs away.
“Your personal assistant.”
“And what does that require from you?”
She swallowed, rolling back her shoulders. “To assist you.”
I stood from my chair, taking slow steps towards her and enjoying the shift in her demeanor. I stopped a seat away from her. “And what part of that entails flirting with coworkers during a meeting?”
Her eyes flared, but she still didn’t look at me. “I wasn’t flirting with him.”
“Really? Could’ve fooled me with the puppy eyes and giggles.”
“There’s nowhere it states that I cannot make friends with coworkers.”
“Was that what it was? Making friends?” I spat out the words with the level of bitterness they left on my tongue. “He touched you.”
She finally looked at me, her eyes almost burning. “And what is it to you?”
“No one touches what is mine, Genevieve.”
Her eyes hardened. “I am not yours.”
I smirked. “And that’s where you’re wrong, little bird. You’ve been mine since you offered up your virgin pussy to me, and no one gets to breathe in your direction or touch you.”
“It was one sex.” She snapped. “A night of flawed judgement, and I’m not an object you get to own.”
My jaw tightened, muscles filled with tension. “The way your pussy begged to be taken would plead to differ.”
She scoffed. “That was purely biology; it would react that way to the next man.”
Red coloured my vision. “So if I dipped my finger inside you, I wouldn’t find you hot and dripping?”
She lifted her head, staring me in the eye. “And how sure are you it wouldn’t be leftovers from my reaction to him?”
My body acted before I was done processing her words, my hand wrapping around her throat.
I was acting out on pure rage and blinding lust, but I couldn’t care less. She wanted to play games, so she should be ready for the consequences.
I turned her around, caging her body between me and the table. “If that was a desperate stunt to get my attention,” I pressed my boner into her butt, “then congratulations, you’ve got it.”
“Not everything revolves around you.” She bit back despite the shudder rattling her body.
“We’ll find out about that.”
I pushed her body onto the table. I would’ve made time to admire the way her legs stretched in those ridiculously high heels of hers and her heart-shaped ass on top, but I was burning with anger and need.
She didn’t fight back when I lifted her skirt above her hips, revealing a red lacy thong disappearing between her creamy ass. I held back a groan.
So perfect, yet so stubborn. I landed the perfect slap on one cheek, forcing her body to jerk forward and releasing a loud yelp from her.
She tried to turn, but I held down her head, enjoying the palm-shaped welt forming on her skin.
“Is this why you picked an attitude? You wanted me to bend you over and fuck it out of you?”
“In your dreams.” She gritted.
I struck the other cheek, this time, harder. Her scream followed immediately, her fingers curling around the edge of the table.
“You could beg, little bird.” I traced the freshly raised skin with a finger. “Take back your words and say you belong to me.”
Her voice came out strained. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
“We’ll see about that.”
I hooked a finger around her thong and pushed it aside, holding it in place with my other hand.
Contrary to her claims, her pussy glistened with wetness between her ass, wetness coated her inner thighs.
I gathered some of the juices, tracing her pink, swollen lips with them.
She shuddered beneath me, her hold on the table tightened, but she didn’t make a sound.
My lips curled. I loved how she was a fighter; it made it more rewarding when I finally broke her.
“You’re saying all of this is for the bloke that sat next to you?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Liar.” I struck her again.
Her cry was a mangled symphony of pain and pleasure, shooting straight to my cock and pushing it to a level of hardness I’d never felt before.
It strained against my pants, begging to be set free and buried into the tight, juicy cunt in front, but I couldn’t, not yet. She would beg and she would take back her words.
I slipped a finger into her, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate the intrusion.
A strangled noise caught in her throat. I could see her resolve weakening, but I could still see the fight in her.
“So fucking wet,” I groaned, gently stroking her walls. I let her relax a little before adding another finger without warning.
This time, she couldn’t stifle her moan. I pushed deeper, curling my fingers till I found the rough spot on her inner wall. Then, I pressed.
A broken sound escaped her lips as she tried to pull away from me. I grabbed her hips, holding her in place as I increased both the pressure and speed of my fingers.
“Oh god…. Kaz…. Kazimir…. door.”
I looked at the entrance of the conference room. The door was very much unlocked, but the walls in the office were soundproof and no one would enter knowing I was in here, but she didn’t need to know that.
“What? Are you scared your little boyfriend would walk in and find you bent over and taking my fingers?”
“Fuck you.”
“I very well plan to.”
I pushed her panties over her hips, freeing my hand to reach around and rub her clit.
Her back almost shot off the table. “Oh god.”
“That’s right, show me who owns this pretty pussy.”
“Not you,” she breathed.
My hand left her clit to deliver another spank before returning almost immediately.
Her body jerked forward, a noise that sounded barely human tearing from her lips.
My movements grew faster, rubbing deep circles into her clit while my other fingers fucked her mercilessly till I felt her walls begin to tighten around them.
I waited till the first quiver ran through her before completely withdrawing every touch.
She let out a satisfying cry of protest, trying to turn, but I kept her pinned down.
Her breath came in deep, ragged exhales and her body shook from a near orgasm.
I returned a finger to her pussy, parting her folds but barely penetrating. I leaned forward, covering her back with my body and trailed her earlobe with my tongue.
Her body shuddered in response, her hips pushing back to force my finger inside her.
She let out a frustrated huff, her fingers uncurled from the table and made for her pussy, but I caught them fast, pinning both against her head.
She was a ball of frustration and lust and I soaked in every inch of her fight.
“You don’t get to touch yourself, little bird.”
“Then fucking touch me.”
My lips curled. This was the most I’d heard her swear. Her voice was always soft and even when she was mad, she never cussed, but here she was, shaking and cussing and it felt like cocaine in my veins.
“I believe you know what to do.”
I nibbled on her ear, rubbing her walls till she was a blabbering mess struggling for a release.
“Whose pussy is this?”
No answer.
I shoved my fingers in, curling them against her walls. I was damn near bursting and the more stubborn she was, the more painful my erection was.
“Whose pussy is this?”
Another strangled moan.
I forced a second finger in, angling my hand to hit a spot inside her and pinching her clit all at once.
“Damn it, Genevieve, who do you belong to?”
Her voice broke into the most guttural cry. “You!”
Relief washed over me like the strongest liquor. I held her with one hand while the other worked my zip, freeing my throbbing cock with a bounce.
When I looked up, she had twisted her neck around and was staring at my cock with an intensity that caused it to throb painfully.
I stroked my length, coating the head with precum.
“You see what you do to me?”
She swallowed, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip.
“Next time. Today, I fuck you.”
I angled the head to her pussy, parting her folds slightly.
Her breath hitched, trapped behind her tight throat.
I pressed further, relishing every inch of her, then I withdrew slightly.
“Wait, don't—”
I pushed into her in one forceful thrust, stealing the rest of her words and converting them into the loudest cry.
“Someone… someone is… is…”
“Let them.” I pulled back and thrust in with a vengeance, letting out the frustration of watching her with another man and days of attitude into every thrust.
“Oh god.”
“I’ve told you, little bird, when I fuck you, you say my name.”
“Kazimir!” she cried when I reached around to rub her clit.
I glanced down, almost passing out from the sensory overload of watching her reddened cheeks and pussy stretch to accommodate my cock.
I was covered to the hilt in her slick wetness and every thrust turned into a sinful harmony of wet sounds and skin.
My vision blurred, my balls tightened and I felt a tight sensation skittering down my back, but I wasn’t ready to be done yet.
I wanted to watch her face when she relinquished every claim to her body and gave into the pleasure I offered.
She let out a cry of protest when I pulled out, but that died almost immediately when I flipped her around, hoisted her onto the table and sank back into her.
Her legs immediately wrapped around me, pulling me impossibly closer to her as her fingers dug into my shoulders.
My hands found her buttons, taking care to not tear them as I freed her boobs from her bra.
I stared for a moment, watching in pure fascination as they bounced with every thrust before dipping my head to take one into my mouth.
Her back arched, pushing the peaked bud further into my mouth. Her control snapped for a second, letting out a sharp, high-pitched whimper.
Her concerns about the door and an audience dying with every swing of my hips till she couldn’t hold back and broke into a staccato of broken moans.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
“Yes baby, let it out, let them know who owns this pretty pussy.”
“I’m—” her breath hitched, her fingers digging deeper into my shoulders. “I’m…”
I angled my hips, pushing into her in one powerful thrust.
Her body froze before falling apart like she’d been hit by a wave of a tornado.
Her head lowered into my neck, her teeth clamping tightly against my deltoid as she tried to stifle a cry, but failed woefully.
Her walls clenched tight around me and it was a matter of seconds before I felt the tension in my bones loosen all at once and draining straight through my cock.
A moan rumbled deep in my chest from the emptying sensation. It was as though she’d drained every inch of me into her as ropes of cum exited my body and emptied into her.
I went faster, swinging into her with everything in me while she took everything I had to offer till my body couldn’t physically move and I collapsed into a ball of exhaustion.
I don’t know how long passed before I was able to pull back and take a good look at her.
Her hair stayed in place but her face looked flushed and very freshly fucked. Her lipstick was smeared from biting into my shoulders and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
I kissed them away, feeling her tremble against me. “So beautiful.”
She moved against me, drawing my attention to her exposed boobs. My cock stirred and her eyes widened.
I chuckled. “Relax.”
When I pulled back, a few drops of cum escaped her pussy, dropping to the floor.
I gathered the little drippings off, pushing them back into her.
I wanted her walking around the office with the feeling of my cum inside her with every move.
“Greedy much?”
My eyes stayed glued to her pussy as I gathered any escaping cum into her. “You don’t know half of it.”