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It wasn’t in Mallory’s nature to back down easily. That was what had drawn me to her when we first met. The girl had bigger balls than most of the men I knew. She was strong in so many ways, and I knew that she was something special there and then.
It hadn’t been hard for her to fit into my life. My first female member, the only one of any use in our world. So many idiots had attempted to argue with me over that decision, had been quick to judge. Until they met her.It was almost painful, forcing myself to resist the urge to run my gaze appreciatively over her body as she stood between the two chairs. She knew exactly what she was doing. What that confidence did to me.“Pick a fucking seat, Mal,” I snapped. I never felt comfortable calling her by her name.Mallory. I wasn’t sure why, but it didn’t seem to suit her. That first week I had called her Mal, and she had never complained. Not that I’d have stopped if she had, but it was good that she wasn’t opposed to the shortening of her full name. Hell knew I hated when people did it to me.She lowered herself onto one of the chairs, crossing one leg over the other and relaxing into a comfortable, casual position. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk and steepling my fingers below my chin. She should know what that meant. That wasn’t to say that I was predictable. No, never predictable. But those who were close to me understood these cues. This was my favourite power play. If you misinterpret, you’re fucked. She rarely read me incorrectly though.
She knew she’d have to explain herself.She finally broke eye contact to glance at the computer screen to my left.“You saw what happened.” Her jaw clenched; she knew I had been watching her. Then she let out a loud sigh. “Whoever that guy was, he knew I was up there. He knew exactly where I was.”“What makes you think that?” Grey spoke from behind me. A little out of character for him, my second would usually stay quiet through meetings like these. Deborah must have lost her shit with him when I had asked him to be here early, so he was probably pissed about being in the doghouse, or maybe he just didn’t like Mal. Regardless, the way he spat the words at her made it clear to me that he needed to let some anger out. I’d remember that for later, I was sure I could find him a better outlet. Maybe we could take a nice afternoon trip to the shooting range tomorrow, God knew I needed it too. It had been far too long since I last fired a gun.She looked up at him and scowled, then returned her emerald gaze to meet mine. “Lip-reading. He told whoever he called after he shot my target that he was being watched, and then he looked directly at me.” She paused and ran her fingers through her hair. “Obviously he couldn’t actually see me, but I don’t for one second think it was just a lucky guess. Boss, you sent me because I’m the best person for that job. I’m not saying he’s better—he fucking isn’t—but that guy knew what he was doing. Do we know who he is?” Her brows furrowed with the question, like she was cycling through a mental Rolodex, trying to place his face. “A new member of the Wolves maybe?”“It’s being handled,” I snapped. Intending for my words to be firm and final. But in typical Mal style, she pushed back.“Boss,” she said softly, then hesitated for a moment before deciding to continue. “Why didn’t you let me take care of him there and then?”Not many people would be brave enough to question my choices. Most wouldn’t receive a response if they did.“You are aware of who you are speaking to, aren’t you, Mal? Do you think it’s wise to question me?”And those that did get a response, well, they usually didn’t like it.Her shoulders lifted a fraction, tension travelling from her stiff limbs to her jaw, as if she hadn’t expected that response. I watched her as she forced herself to relax, the drop of her shoulders so subtle, yet amusing as hell to me.“Sorry, boss,” she said in an even tone.Clever girl.
Mal never stepped too far out of line. She pushed just enough to only mildly piss me off. It sometimes made me wonder why I had chosen Grey as my second instead of her. Deep down I knew though. Someone like her could become far too dangerous with that level of power. It was best to keep her where she was for now. Until I could trust that she wouldn’t try to fuck me over.“You will do better next time, Mal. I don’t think my expectations of you are unreasonable.” I relaxed back into my chair, feeling comfortably in control as I tipped my head slightly and looked down my nose at her. “Are they?”“Of course not, boss.” Her lips remained slightly parted after the words had left her mouth.That perfect fucking mouth.“Grey, go and find Cooper and make sure he is being thorough. I’ll join you in the main lounge once I have decided what to do with our girl here.”I didn’t look his way, I didn’t watch him leave, I didn’t react when the door closed behind him with far too much force. Instead, I kept my gaze locked on the captivating woman sitting across from me. My eyes never left her mouth as it lifted in a slight smile and then fell as her expression filled with confusion.“You may not have any blood on your hands, Mal, but you were still there. Cooper’s erasing all trace of that,” I explained simply, rolling my chair back a fraction and propping my ankle on top of the opposite knee.Her eyes flickered with annoyance, and she repositioned herself to sit tall. But she wasn’t bothered by the reminder that she had screwed up, no, her reaction was for something else entirely.I called her Mal, something that I didn’t do when it was just the two of us.I ignored her reaction though. “We don’t need footage of your perfect ass shimmying down a fire escape to fall into the wrong hands do we?”Of course, I had already watched footage from the surrounding cameras and had let the image of her ass play over and over in my head up until she walked into my office. It made sense for her to wear those tight black leggings because they were practical, but part of me wondered if she also did it because she knew how good she looked in them.“No, we don’t need that, boss.” She shook her head, not directly reacting to my sleazy compliment, but there was a layer of lust to her voice as the final word escaped her lips, one that made my palms itch with anticipation.She stared at me, darkness flashing in her eyes. She knew.
Dragging the moment out just a fraction longer, I turned my head and focused on a picture on the wall to my right. “Your fuck-up won’t go any further than the four of us.” Myself, Her, Grey and Cooper. “But you will be punished.”Placing both feet firmly back on the floor I pushed my chair back further and looked her way. A sharp inhale hissed through her teeth as her cheeks flushed, pink skin glowing even through her makeup. “Come here,” I commanded.A flicker of defiance crossed her face, but it didn’t linger. Mallory always did as she was told, eventually. She rose from her chair, rounded my desk and perched on it in front of me.“Good girl,” I whispered.
She bit down on her lower lip.
“Now turn.”
She released her lip and followed my command with no hesitation this time.
“Jacket off,” I growled once her back was to me.
Once again, she cooperated, and I adjusted myself as she shimmied out of the black leather jacket and let it fall to the floor with a heavy thud.I took a moment to admire her petite figure, the strappy sports bra, the exposed pale skin of her tiny waist. A weaker man could find himself completely lost in the way the curves of her body flowed. Entrapped. Completely at her mercy.That would never be me though. I was stronger than any other man. It would be her who would be at my mercy.
Finally rising from my chair I pressed my body up against her, trapping her as I brushed my fingertips softly up the sides of her body, moving from her hips, then onto her back. They trailed higher, drawing small circles on her shoulders as I spoke softly into her ear.“What am I going to do with you, Il mio Tesoro?”She pushed her ass harder into me and let out a satisfied groan at my words. My treasure, the rarest jewel. The only woman left in my life who could make my cock ache.Her exposed neck was so tempting below my chin, the citrus scent of her overwhelming my senses. I pressed hot kisses from below her earlobe to her shoulder, dragging gentle, breathy moans from her. I would never be able to get enough of hearing her desperation building quickly as my hands tightened on her waist, then dragged lower.She gripped the desk to steady herself as my thumbs slipped into the waistband of her leggings and tugged, yanking them down over her ass and leaving them rolled to the middle of her thighs. I wanted her fully stripped down, completely bare for me. but we didn’t have long, and I needed to bury myself inside her before my other guests arrived. I could make them wait, but I didn’t like to be late for anything, even my own parties.As I had expected, her panties were black, I was certain that she didn’t own anything that wasn’t. But that would change in time if I had anything to do with it.Sliding the thin fabric to one side I realised that she was holding her breath. Anticipation building inside her. I gently brushed a single finger from her clit to her ass, barely touching her, then brushed it back down again. Repeating the torturous motion over and over until she let out a trembling breath.I fisted her dark-red ponytail with my free hand, wrapping it once around my palm, and then forced her face down, bending her over the table as I plunged my finger inside her tight pussy. A loud gasp escaped her, quickly turning into a low moan as I slid in a second finger.Fuck, she felt incredible.Quietly strangled moans continued to fall from her lips as I twisted and pumped my fingers inside her. She controlled herself so well, she knew she needed to stay quiet, not get caught.It didn’t take long to bring her to her first violent orgasm. Her body writhing on my desk as her legs wobbled. Untangling my fist from her hair and removing my fingers from her perfect pussy, I instructed her not to move. But as I freed my cock from my trousers, I noticed her wiggle her ass.I wondered if she had done it on purpose, if she was defying my orders. It didn’t matter though, even if she wasn’t, it gave me an excuse to let out a small fragment of my carefully controlled rage. Without giving her any warning, my hand came down in a stinging blow on her ass cheek, causing her to yelp.
Fuck. I hoped that no one was lurking outside of the door. Not that I would ever have to explain myself, but appearances and all that.“I told you not to move,” I hissed.“Sorry, boss.” Always boss, sometimes sir, never Lorenzo. Mal had never called me by my name. I wondered how it would sound on her lips.“That isn’t good enough, Tesoro. If you want me to continue, you’ll have to beg.” I took a step back, stroking the head of my throbbing cock and admiring my glowing handprint on her ass as I waited for the response that I knew I’d get.“Please, boss. Please fuck me,” she whispered.Once upon a time, I would have walked away. When we had first started this, I had loved walking away. I took great pleasure in leaving her desperate, filled with anger and frustration. It made it so much sweeter when I finally fucked her. But now, she had become something of an addiction. And jerking myself off alone just to rile her up wasn’t satisfying anymore.Instead of leaving, I tore off my tie, handed it to her with a quick command to bite down, and grabbed hold of her waist. She gagged herself and I filled her in one bruising thrust. Her hips slammed against the hard wood supporting her body and she cursed under her breath as she moved her hands and braced herself in preparation for what was coming.
She knew that I wouldn’t be gentle with her.
I slammed into her over and over, picking up pace as I marked her skin with my brutal fingers and let out low groans as I felt myself drawing rapidly close to my release. The feeling of her slick pussy encasing me, and the heavenly muffled sounds of pleasure escaping her pushed me up to the very edge.She tightened around me, her gagged moans becoming frantic.“Come for me.” It wasn’t a request; it was a demand.
With those words, she fell apart. The final rush of pleasure ripped through her, and a gush of heat wrapped around my cock, dragging me along for the ride.I collapsed back into my chair and worked to steady my breathing, smirking at the sight of her dripping pussy as she fell limp over my desk and spat out my tie. Panting heavily with trembling thighs.
Eventually, she pushed herself upright and pulled her clothes back into place. She turned to face me, tugging out her ponytail and raking her fingers through her deep red curls, her face already holding the cold, composed mask that she had perfected over the years. The only hint of what we had just done was visible in the slight flush on her cheeks. It was the same routine, every damn time that we did this.“Can I go and clean up before I head off, boss?” she asked, her voice void of all emotion.
I stared at her, my mind working away as I recalled her reason for being here. “You can go and clean up, Mal. But you’re not leaving.”
She jolted, but this time it was hard to be sure if it was in shock or annoyance.
“Did you think you could just fuck your way out of this?” I grinned wide as I shook my head and reached for my tie, flattening it out before looping it around my neck. “This is not your punishment. You’re still in my bad books. Go to the guest bedroom, Clive will find you something suitable to wear.”
Her jaw dropped, and she cursed under her breath.
“You’re coming to dinner,” I instructed, my grin dropping as I hardened myself against her, becoming nothing more than her boss once more. “And you’re already late”.