Chapter 19 Violet
Chapter nineteen
Violet
“Hey, Violet, it’s Bethany.”
“Hey,” I say, twiddling the phone cable around my finger, imagining it around a certain CEO’s neck. “Is this the meeting reminder?”
“Yep, afraid so.”
“What do you think will happen if I board a train for the Mexican border?”
She chuckles softly. “I don’t think he’ll see a pesky little border as an obstacle. I think you’ll have to dig deeper than that.”
“An underground base. Mmmm, it’s certainly doable.”
To my right Seb mouths, “Who the fuck are you talking to?” I shrug my shoulders, flashing him a grin.
“I’m on my way, Bethany.” I hang up.
“Have you got a secret life as a double agent I should know about?” Seb quips as I grab my belongings to leave.
“Yeah, something like that. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I blow him a kiss as I walk to the elevators.
Nervous energy coils in my stomach as the elevator ascends. I’ve spent the entire day battling the heat simmering beneath my skin—Chase’s filthy words still echoing in my ear. Every brush of fabric, every flicker of heat or cold, has set me on edge.
But the one thought that keeps looping, louder than all the rest, is: Holy shit, I’m really doing this. I’m done fighting it. I’m going to give whatever this is a go.
Bethany looks up when I approach, a warm smile illuminating her face. She gathers up her handbag, throwing on her jacket, already halfway out the door.
“Hey, Violet. He’s on a call with the Senior Exec team, but he said to go straight through.”
“Thank you, Bethany.”
I knock softly, nudging the door open. His head lifts, jaw ticking, a dark smile curling at one corner of his mouth. There’s a predatory gleam in his eyes that tells me he’s been waiting.
My gaze drops to the top button of his shirt, undone, his loosened tie framing a glimpse of solid muscle beneath.
He doesn’t give me a second to breathe. He’s already moving, closing the distance in one swift, deliberate stride.
“Excuse me,” he says into his phone. “I just need to attend to something quickly, and I’ll be back.” Muting his phone, he stalks to the door and locks it.
I raise a brow. “Locking me in again?”
“It’s the only way I can guarantee you won’t run.” His incredible scent envelops me as he leans one arm against the door and presses a soft, lingering kiss on my lips that ripples through me like an electric current.
“Come here, where I can keep an eye on you.”
My throat tightens as my gaze drops to the thick arousal already tenting his suit pants. He takes my hand, guiding me behind the desk, and sits back, propping me on the edge of his desk, watching me with dark, hooded eyes. The heat in his gaze is a slow burn, simmering just beneath the surface.
I swallow hard, the silence between us stretching tight. “So,” I say, clearing my throat, “why did you want to see me?”
He sighs with mock patience. “You know why, Violet. ”My thighs clench at the wicked promise laced in his words. “I’m starting to think you like being punished.”
His fingers brush the knot of his tie, twisting the silk with slow, deliberate movements.
“Unbutton your blouse, Violet. Now.” The words are soft, but there’s no mistaking the command in them. A shiver prickles down my spine.
My fingers hover over the buttons, hesitating.
His brow lifts. His patience is measured, but fleeting.
I exhale shakily, slipping the first button free. Then the next. The soft fabric parts, sliding from my shoulders, floating to the floor.
His lips part slightly as he watches me, still idly toying with that damn tie. My chest heaves under the weight of his gaze, his stare dragging over my full breasts straining against the silk.
“I need to see all of you, Violet.”
The demand is quiet, but it leaves no room for misunderstanding. He hooks a finger beneath my bra strap, his lips curling in distaste, as if the silk offends him.
My breath catches as I reach back and unclasp it. My breasts spill free, heavy, tingling under his scrutiny. A sharp breath hisses from between his teeth. For a moment, his mask of control slips.
His focus drops to my skirt. He stands, peeling it off like a candy wrapper, eager to expose the sweetness of my white lace panties beneath.
Warm palms caress my thighs, parting them.
“Touch yourself.” His voice scrapes my ear, deep and possessive. “Show me how ready you are.”
The way he dominates me—stripping me of my inhibitions—is intoxicating.
How he knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.
My fingers slip beneath the lace, gliding over my swollen, slick flesh.
A gentle mewl escapes as I spread the wetness, my body already trembling.
His jaw tightens as his hand joins mine, guiding, teasing.
He sweeps his tongue over my mouth, his voice a warm rasp between my lips. “See how fucking perfect you feel, Violet.”
A moan slips out, my hips rocking forward, seeking more, until I’m writhing on his desk, lost in the sensations.
His mouth crashes over mine again, rough with longing. “Now take off your panties. I want to taste you.”
A shuddering breath leaves me as I slide them down, my body thrumming with need. The moment they’re gone, his expression darkens. A slow, knowing smile tugs at his lips.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, reaching for his phone—reconnecting to the forgotten call.
The speakerphone clicks back on.
My stomach plummets.
His finger presses against his lips, a silent warning to keep quiet.
I part my lips to protest, but he beats me to it, brushing the same finger across them, pressing his finger into my mouth. A challenge sparks in his gaze.
He has me cornered.
I can’t make a sound; otherwise, the whole senior executive team will hear.
“Can you run that past me again, Fergus?” Chase’s tone is infuriatingly calm—casual, as if he isn’t blowing cool air over my nipple before nipping it gently.
Oh god, I don’t know if I can do this.
“Ah, you’re back, Chase,” Fergus rumbles. “I thought we’d lost you.”
“Sorry.” His tongue flicks again, leaving a shock of sensation. “There was something I needed to handle before it got out of control.”
His eyes burn a deliberate path down my body.
“Something I need to get on top of. And tie down.”
With one fluid motion, he slips the tie from around his neck, looping it around my wrists before I can react.
My back arches instinctively, my bound hands pressing into the small of my back, breasts thrust forward, helpless beneath his mouth. He rewards me with a slow, circling flick of his tongue, a teasing graze of his teeth. His palm clamps over my mouth as a whimper builds in my throat.
“As I was saying,” Fergus’s drones through the speaker, “we’re forecasting a sharp decline unless we move quickly. The crypto exposure is bleeding them out, and their hedging strategy isn’t holding.”
Chase’s focus strays lower as he stands over me like a proud conqueror.
His mouth finds the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, pressing a lingering kiss.
Every touch is a slow torture. The thrill amplified by my bound wrists and the struggle to remain silent.
His lips skim the curve of my throat, then the shell of my ear.
His breath in my ear is a hushed promise.
“Unless you want the senior exec team to hear you come, keep this pretty mouth shut. Or maybe you’d like me to turn the camera on and show them how you love to be spread out on my desk. ”
I. Can’t. Breathe.
This is obscene. My entire body quivers as his tongue curls inside my pussy, plunging deep before retreating just as fast to turn back to his phone, his composure entirely unshaken.
“If their liquidity is that compromised,” Chase says smoothly, thumbs pressing into my inner thighs, teasing me apart, “we need to determine if this is mismanagement—or if someone’s positioning for a run.”
I bite my lip so hard I taste blood when his thumb ghosts over my clit, his dark eyes feasting on every tremor of torment, every helpless shudder.
His gaze flicks to my mouth, something primal flickering when he spots the crimson stain.
As he drags his thumb over my lips, smearing the coppery tang, his iron-clad control quivers—then fractures.
A quiet growl vibrates through his chest as he licks the blood away, his tongue sweeping over the sting before deepening the kiss.
With each stroke of my tongue against his, I sense it happening—his restraint fraying like an exposed wire, ensnared by the taste of me and the feel of my body, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, dragging my tongue over the sting in a deliberate tease before trailing my mouth to his ear, my voice a sultry whisper.
“I don’t want your tongue, Chase.” I tsk, urging him to break. I lift the heel of my shoe and rub it over his hard length until his eyes roll. “This is what I need.”
His body goes rigid
And then—his control snaps.
So completely. So violently.
Like a lightning strike splitting the night sky in two.
In one desperate motion, he yanks at his belt, the metal clinking as it falls away.
“I have to go now,” he grits out, voice wrecked, fisting his cock.
“An urgent matter has come up. I need to deal with immediately.”
He doesn’t wait for a response.
The call ends.
I gasp as he drags me toward him with a sharp pull, wrapping my thighs around his hips, his pupils blown so wide, they are a frightening shade of black.
And then, with a feral growl that I feel deep in my core, he slams into me in one hard thrust.
An orgasm thunders through me almost instantly as my hips rock to meet his punishing strokes. He fucks me without mercy, his teeth grazing my lips, the taste of my blood driving him wild.
“You wanted my cock, Violet.” His voice is a snarl against my mouth. “Now take every fucking inch.”
Almost immediately, I feel the stirrings of another climax building with vicious intensity.
“Fuck, Chase.”
“Yes, baby, tell me,” he growls, cupping my ass, driving in deeper still.
“It’s too much.” My hips rise as the pressure reaches the peak. I pull on my restrained wrists, the lack of control only increasing the pleasure. A violent shudder seizes me, and I come again, harder than I ever thought possible, Chase’s name falling from my lips in a soft moan.
“That’s it baby, you look so fucking beautiful when you come for me.
” His mouth devours mine, lapping up every one of my moans until a groan tears from his throat.
He slams into me one last time, a beautiful agony carved out in every chiseled line of his face.
Sweat glistens on his honed abs as he pumps his hot seed deep inside me.
We collapse in a blissed-out heap, our bodies twisted together, before he unties my wrists, rubbing them between his palms, kissing them softly.
He holds me in his arms as he rocks back in his chair, cradling my head tenderly against his chest. I can’t help but think how my body fits so perfectly against his.
“Christ, Violet,” he murmurs as he catches his breath.
“That was one hell of a conference call.” I feel his smile caressing my temple as he buries his nose in my hair, breathing me in.
I shiver as the a/c spits out a blast of cold air.
Immediately, Chase reaches for his suit jacket slung over his chair, wrapping me in the soft silk lining and his familiar scent.
“That wasn’t a conference call.” I grin. “It was an ambush.”
“That’s what happens if you refuse to see me.
” The possessive glint returns to his eyes as he tilts my chin up, melting his lips on mine with a spine-tingling kiss that leaves me breathless.
“Let me take you out to dinner tonight,” he says, breaking the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. “We’ll go anywhere you like.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk,” I joke, fisting the soft fabric of his open shirt.
“I’ll carry you then.” His tone is gruff, and I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. “So, what’s your answer, Violet? Will you let me take you out?”
“I would,” I say, squirming under his gaze. “But I promised Gracie I’d watch her soccer game this evening.”
He looks so crestfallen that an idea spills from my mouth without thinking.
“You’re welcome to join me if you like? There won’t be any fancy food, but they have a hot dog truck.
” As soon as I say it, I want to slap myself.
A hot dog truck. What was I thinking? As if a billionaire wants to hang out at my sister’s soccer game, eating greasy hot dogs.
Strong hands grip my waist as he spins me to face him, my legs straddling him on either side. Rough fingers trace the skin over my spine, a heart-wrenching smile curving his mouth.
“I would love to, Violet.”
“You would?” I’m not sure if I’m dreaming this right now, but either way, I’m going to run with it. “Okay, cool, it will be fun.”
“But first,” he smirks, teasing my nipple until a gasp of pleasure rips from my throat. “Since I dirtied you all up, it’s only fair I should clean you.” I wrap my legs around him as he carries me toward the shower in his ensuite.
Oh boy, I almost forgot. This man never stops.