I was awoken by a light feathery touch on my leg and I moaned arching into the bed and then I felt lips on me.I snapped my eyes open and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw him.Mr De Vito.He was holding my ankle and kissing it as he spread my legs and started kissing up my thigh.“What…what are you doing?” I breathed as my breathing suddenly became uneven."Isn't this what you've wanted?” he rasped as he kissed my thigh, biting it softly and I threw my head back in pleasure.“I…I…” I couldn't form words and he chuckled,"Naughty girl. I saw you watching me. You want me to do that to you? To fuck you and make you beg,” he said and instead of an answer I spread my legs open for him showing him my wet pussy."So wet, so fucking wet for me,” he groaned as he brought his nose to my pussy and sniffed and a deep throaty groan escaped his mouth and my pussy clenched."You had stood there…" his tongue flicked my clit and my breathing increased. "You had wished it were you on your knees suck
I jolted awake, my body trembling, thighs clenched together.Fuck. It has been a dream. I was having wet dreams of Mr De Vito.It felt so real, his tongue on me, his fingers.That had got to be the sweetest dream ever.My breath came in short, ragged gasps, and I pressed a shaky hand to my chest, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break free. The sheets beneath me were tangled, my skin heated, and worst of all—I was aching.Aching for a man I had no business craving.Lorenzo De Vito.The realization sent a rush of humiliation and frustration crashing over me. I had dreamt about him. About his mouth on me, his hands claiming me, his voice whispering filth against my skin.I groaned and buried my face in my pillow.I needed to get a grip. This was dangerous—whatever this was. Because no matter how real it had felt, no matter how badly my body still throbbed for more…It was just a dream.My pussy was still wet and it felt like I could still feel his tongue flicking my clit.
“Calm down Emily, calm down, let's think,” my best friend said over the phone and I took in deep breaths trying to calm myself down."Tell me everything,” she said and I sighed,I haven't really told her about Mr De Vito's insistence to send me back."He wants me to leave," I said as I walked to the bed to sit down because my legs were shaking and I felt like they would soon give out.“Huh?" my best friend said in confusion,“I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry but I've been having a really tough time here," I said in frustration,“What do you mean?" She asked, already sounding worried and I sighed,“Mr De Vito doesn't like me, from the first day he saw me he said I don't look competent enough to work with him that I should…I should go back,” I said with a shrug even though she couldn't see me."He sounds like an ass,” she said and I chuckled despite the situation,"You have no idea. To make sure he kicks me away he brought some bitch as competition and asked us to ma
As soon as the car came to a stopped in front of the company, a wicked smile took over my lips, my mind already set on teasing him just a little more.Instead of opening my own door, I slid over—right onto his lap.His body went rigid beneath me, and I felt it. Hard. Thick. Big.Fuck.The moment I settled against him, pressing my ass snugly against his cock, his fingers twitched at his sides. His breathing turned sharp, controlled, like a man barely holding onto his restraint.“Excuse you,” I purred, rolling my hips ever so slightly as I reached for the door handle.His hand shot up and gripped my waist—hard. A warning.I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wasn’t expecting him to touch me."You have no idea what you're playing with, Miss Ross," his voice was deep, a low growl vibrating with a dangerous warning against my spine.I swallowed, but I wasn’t backing down. I had started this game—now I wanted to see how far I could push him.So I pushed. Tempting him more.I wiggl
“Oh, look who it is, little Miss know it all," Miss Ferdinand said as soon as she walked into the office and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.“And if it isn't Miss I am special," I shot back, and she shot me a glare."That's because I am special, and you just need to accept that,” she said as she walked over to her chair and I just ignored her as I tried to get my mind straight to start my day.Mr De Vito still hasn't come up. What? Was he having a hard time with the boner I knew he'd definitely be sporting? I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought."What's funny?” Miss nosy Rosabella asked,"The fact that you're a loser and you don't even see it,” I said and her eyes burned with anger but she quickly masked it."I really shouldn't be wasting my energy with you, because at the end of the day we'd find out who the loser is and it sure as hell won't be me." she said as she slowly stood up from her chair and stormed out of the office.I just shrugged, she was the least of my problems.
“What is going on here?" Mr De Vito’s voice rang out and Miss Ferdinand immediately turned to him with an innocent look.“Mr De Vito, I was trying to tell Miss Ross here that we should be friends and I…I don't know what came over her, she just stood up and tried to push me away and now I feel like a total horrible person because my…my coffee spilled on her design,” I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my mouth but there was nothing funny about the sound."You sure deserve an Oscar, you're such a good actress Miss Ferdinand, I'll give you that,” I spat as Mr De Vito's eyes darted between the two of us, cold and unnerving."Miss Ross I do not tolerate violence in my company,” what?! He was going to take her bullshit story without listening to my side of the story?“I didn't do anything Mr De Vito, Miss Ferdinand purposely spilled her coffee on my design and now she's trying to act all innocent and play the victim. Wow," I said in disbelief,"Stop saying that Miss Ross, you're hurting
The bitch smirked as she walked into the restroom, arms crossed over her chest like she owned the world. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to take deep breaths, but the way she looked at me—like she had already won—made my blood boil.“You’re still here?” she asked mockingly, tilting her head. “I figured you’d have packed up and quit by now.”I chuckled darkly, shaking my head as I turned to face her fully. “You really think you’ve won, don’t you?” My voice was low, controlled, but there was a dangerous edge to it. I could feel the storm building inside me.Her smirk widened. “Oh, sweetie, I know I have.” She stepped closer, lowering her voice as if she was sharing some grand secret. “You don’t belong here, Emily. Mr De Vito sees it too. You’re just a temporary inconvenience.”I gritted my teeth. My nails dug into my palms as I fought the urge to wipe that smug look off her face. “Funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you.”She laughed—a light, airy sound filled with conde
“No, not good enough," Mr De Vito said and my jaw clenched as I looked at the design I put so much work into. How could he say it's not good enough when I haven't even finished the damn thing?I heard that bitch chuckle and my hands clenched but I controlled myself.“But sir, this is just the progress, you told me you wanted me to have something to show you before the end of today, I'm still working on it," I said defensively as I watched him.Instead of giving me a response he just leaned back in his chair studying me.“Miss Ross," he called,“Sir," I answered,“You don't need to finish that design for me to know it's not good enough, did you see what Miss Ferdinand showed me?” What the hell? Why would he compare me with that piece of shit? And why the hell was he sounding like a sexy ass professor scolding his student?Stop Emily. This man is giving you hell and all you can think about is how he sounds like a sexy ass professor. You must be crazy?“I'll work on it sir," I said in fr
I can't sleep. Again. After tormenting my life in that room we finally came home and all he did was storm over to his room like he didn't leave me aching. Once again. My sheets were tangled around my legs, my skin hot, flushed, aching in places I shouldn’t still be aching. And it's all because of him. Mr De Vito. That maddening, smug, sinfully controlled man who has done everything to me except the one thing I crave most. Every time I begged—whispered, moaned, whimpered for his cock—he only smiled, leaned in close like he might finally give in… then say it again. "You haven’t earned it." God, those words torment me. Haunt me. Fuel the fire that refuses to burn out. I’ve felt his mouth, his hands, his toys—felt him break me in the most delicious ways. But never his cock. Never the fullness I crave. Never the stretch, the ruin, the complete surrender. And I want it. I want him. Inside me. Deep. Rough. Unrelenting. I imagine it too often—my legs thrown over his shoulders, his h
I didn’t speak a word as I led her through the corridor—past velvet curtains, low moans, and the occasional scream of pleasure echoing behind closed doors. My hand was tight around hers, my pace unrelenting, until we reached the private room. I unlocked it, shoved the door open, and stepped aside. “In,” I ordered. She walked in without hesitation—good girl—but I could feel the tension humming off her skin. The room was minimal. A king-sized bed with dark silk sheets, a leather chair in the corner, and a low light that bathed everything in a red glow. “Strip.” Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her dress, eyes flicking up to meet mine. I didn’t smile. I didn’t move. I just watched. One strap fell. Then the other. The dress slid down her body, pooling at her feet, and she stepped out of it—bare, flushed, and breathing like she was already ruined. “Now,” I said, voice low and rough, “get on the bed. Open your legs.” She climbed onto the sheets, positioning herself at
I've asked him countless times where he was taking me to but all I got was silence.I sat in the car as we drove past buildings and my mind was a sea of thought wondering what Mr De Vito was planning.The man was very unpredictable.We finally stopped in front of a building that looked like a club as I opened my door and stepped out, the night air blowing through me.What were we doing here?I turned to Mr De Vito hoping for some explanation but I got none. Instead he held my hand and led me inside and I followed him.The place was dimly lit with just a few people that seemed to be lost in what they were doing. Some were kissing and others looked like they were ready to fuck for people to watch.We passed a room and I heard the sound of a woman screaming but it wasn't pain, it was pleasure. Like the sound of a woman who wanted more.Mr De Vito kept leading me until we reached a door and then he pushed it open and we both walked in, the door closing behind him.The room was dim, bathed
“You bitch! You think you've won?!" Miss Ferdinand said in anger as soon as she saw me and I couldn't help but laugh.We were just walking into the company when we meant her walking out and the look in her eyes was murderous.“Miss Ferdinand, I don't think I've won. I know I've won," I said with a confident smirk as she lunged at me but Angelo quickly pushed me behind him protectively."Watch it, before I unleash my anger on you. You stole a design that wasn't yours and as if that wasn't enough you wanted to steal a position that don't belong to you,” Angelo spat in anger,"It was you right? It was you. You nosy ass dog, putting your nose where it doesn't concern you,” she said as she pointed at Angelo like she wanted to fight him.The security were already looking at her, waiting for Angelo's command to throw her out.“If you haven't made that call, this bitch would have been out of this country by now, but you fucker! You had to ruin everything," she spat."Don't talk to my friend l
"EMILY!"The voice cut through the air like a whip, sharp and urgent, and I froze mid-step, one foot inside the boarding tunnel. My heart lurched in my chest. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t—I turned slowly.There he was.Angelo.Mr De Vito’s assistant.He was weaving through the crowd with wild energy, his chest rising and falling as he ran, dark curls bouncing, one hand raised like I might vanish if he didn’t get to me fast enough."Stop! Don’t go!" he called, breathless.I blinked, stunned, then quickly walked toward him, dragging my suitcase behind me."Angelo? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, brows furrowed. He doubled over for a second, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “You… can’t… leave.”I crossed my arms. “We already talked about this. I told you I’m leaving.”He looked up, wide-eyed. "No. You can’t. You really can’t.""Why not?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. My chest was still aching from saying goodbye to everything, from trying to leave w
I don’t know why it hurt this much.The sun had barely risen, but I was already dressed, packed, and ready to go. The morning air was crisp as it bled through the half-open balcony door of the bedroom that was never really mine. I stared at the open suitcase in front of me, the last of my belongings folded neatly inside like a metaphor for the way I tried to keep my emotions tidy—hidden.But no matter how much I packed, I couldn't stuff the ache in my chest away.I zipped up the suitcase with a sigh, ignoring the way my hands trembled slightly. I told myself over and over again this was the right thing to do. I couldn't be here. Not when what I came here for has been given to someone else. And then there was Mr De Vito.He made me feel like I was caught between lust and pain, desire and destruction. I hated that he had the power to shake me with a single glance. And last night—God, last night. The look in his eyes, the way he touched me, teased me, then walked away made me want to re
I don't know why the fuck she was being stubborn. It was simple. Just pick a damn department. Anyone you want and I'll fix you there.But why the fuck was she still ready to leave? After she has gone deep into my head and all I can think about is tasting that sweet pussy.I groaned in anger as I stood up from my chair and made my way to the tall window that overlooked the city.“Are you okay sir?" I totally forgot that I wasn't alone in this office.“I'm good, Miss Ferdinand, go back to what you're doing," I said and she nodded, I started all this. I had wanted her to leave. I had wanted her to stay away from me because the moment I saw her I saw a good girl ready to do whatever daddy tells her.That look in her eyes when she had looked at my body. The way she had bit her lips like she wanted a taste of what I could give her.She stirred something deep within me and I wanted her to go.But not anymore. Not when I've made her scream, beg. Not when I'm now addicted to the taste of her.
“Have you made up your mind to stay?" Mr De Vito asked as soon as I sat down for breakfast.For a moment I just stared at him as he looked at me waiting for my response. I spent all night thinking about this until I made a decision. Now why the hell was I finding it so hard to tell him what my decision is?I opened my mouth but no words came out.“You can take as much time as you want," he said but I shook my head."I've made my decision,” I said,"Then…what have you concluded?” He asked expectantly,"I can't…I can't stay, I'm sorry. But thank you for the offer," I said and he nodded, turning back to his food.We ate breakfast in a tense silence and occasionally he'd look at me like he expected me to change my mind.When we finished eating breakfast Mr De Vito left without saying a word.I don't know but somehow I felt bad but then I remembered that he started all this. He was the one so bent on sending me away then why was he acting like I was the one who just wants to leave?If he
“Listen to me Emily," he said but I shook my head standing up.I couldn't believe this was happening.“There's nothing to listen to Mr De Vito. I came here to work as your junior architect, and if it's off the table, it means I have to go. Just like we agreed," I said,"You haven't even listened to the offer I have to make,” he said and I couldn't help but laugh, but there was nothing funny about the sound."Let's hear it,” I said,"You get to pick any department in my company and you can work there,” Tempting. But I knew I could not. Working as his junior architect would take me to places just working in his company won't. And I can't bear the thought of seeing Miss Ferdinand every time and knowing that she somehow managed to beat me.However the fuck she was able to do that.“I don't want that," I whispered as I hugged myself, looking down.I felt like a complete failure. “We made a deal, remember? And…”“That was before," he said as he took a step towards me but didn't touch me.