Page 6 of City of Wind and Lies

"Are you okay, Rachel?" I ask, reading the name embroidered on her vest and extending my hand to her.

A look of confusion flickers across her features and her nose scrunches up. She eyes my tattooed fingers, trailing her gaze up to meet mine before she places her small hand in mine with a slow nod. I effortlessly pull her up to stand, and she’s so petite that her head barely reaches my chest at her full height. My other hand cups her elbow, steadying her as she wobbles on her feet, blinking her eyes like the effort to stand threw her off her axis. Seeing just how tiny and delicate she is only fans the embers inside me, my anger flaring back to life.

That fucking bastard.

"Uhm, can I have my hand back?"

Her voice is sweet like honey, prompting me to drop the hand I didn't realize I was still holding. I clear my throat, motioning to the door. "Let's get you cleaned up."

"It's okay. I'm fine really," she insists, moving towards the door and grasping the handle.

"Come," I instruct, gripping the door and holding it open. My hand presses lightly at the small of her back, maneuvering her inside.

She hesitates for a moment, tilting her head to look back at me in contemplation. I'm sure seeing me rough up that asshole doesn't earn me the prince charming title you'd read in storybooks, but I haven’t given her any reason to be scared of me. Yet.

"Okay," she breathes.

I nod in satisfaction and guide her to the stairs, my hand never leaving her body as we climb them to the offices. The soft nighttime glow of the violet lights are just enough to highlight her soft features, and my cock stirs to life as I swipe my keycard in my office door.

Stepping inside, I switch on the lamp beside the sofa. Then my hands circle her hips, her eyes widening as I hoist her up to sit on the back of it. Grabbing the first aid kit from the side table, I rip open an antiseptic wipe, step between her legs, and lightly dab at the drying blood on her forehead. It doesn't look like it’lll need stitches, though it may leave a faint scar. Cuts to the face always bleed in exaggeration.

I place a butterfly bandage across the cut, sliding my hand down the curve of her cheek, curling my fingers under her chin, and tilting it to the side to inspect my work. Her lithe fingers circle my wrist as dark lashes flutter behind the gold mask, her baby blues looking up at me as she whispers, "Thank you."

Cazzo. Her soft touch and hooded gaze has my dick thickening behind my zipper. There’s just something about this girl sitting in my office, lips parted slightly, thumb stroking at the palm of my hand.

I'm drawn to her like a magnet, and before I even really register what I’m doing, I go in for a taste of this sweet little bird that's perched on my sofa, slamming my lips down on hers. I swear I feel an electric current arc between us the moment they connect, and though I catch her little gasp of surprise, she doesn’t push me away. Instead, she deepens the kiss, her hands looping behind my neck as our mouths slide together in a growing hunger.

Licking at the seam of her mouth, I silently ask permission to take this further. Those pillowy lips spread and our tongues tangle, her legs circling my waist, pulling me closer, telling me how badly she wants this. Her nimble fingers scrabble at my chest, popping the buttons on my black silk shirt. Mirroring her actions, I break open her vest, plucking at the buttons of her white dress shirt beneath and pushing it off her shoulders.

Her head falls back as I trail kisses down her jaw, nipping at the soft flesh near her ear. I slide my hands up under the black lace bra to palm her perfectly round tits, and a soft mewl escapes her lips as I band an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me. My dick throbs at the proximity of her covered pussy as I move us around to the front of the sofa.

Resting a knee on the leather cushion, I bend at the waist to lay her down, her pale gold hair pooling around her head like a halo. My hands rest on her hips, thumbs snaking beneath the waistband of her slacks to stroke her supple skin as I lick a trail up her collarbone.

Every soft sigh of pleasure she releases plucks away at my resolve. I try not to make it a habit of fucking my employees; it’s just messy. But she doesn't work for me; she’s here with the catering company. I’ll likely never see her again after tonight.

I rock back, unclasping my belt and slacks and slowly dragging down the zipper. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she wriggles beneath me eagerly, bucking her hips up, giving me a clear signal as to what she wants.

She bites down on her bottom lip as I free my cock from the confines of my boxer briefs.

"Tell me what you want, Bella," I instruct.

Her silence gives me pause, but then I notice how those baby blues are laced with lust as they track my fingers gliding over the barbells of my pierced shaft while I stroke it. "I want this," she states unabashedly as she leans forward and licks the bead of precum from my swollen cockhead.

Holy fucking shit. Is this girl even real?

Her hips undulate as she pushes down her black slacks, the backs of her hands rubbing against my stiff cock, and the last of my hesitation vanishes.

I step back, pulling out my wallet to grab a condom before pushing my pants to the floor, kicking them off and tossing hers to the side as well. Shit, there isn’t one. I run a hand through my hair, rolling my lip between my teeth as she tugs her bra off overhead. I swallow harshly at the sight of her pert tits, debating my options as she glances up at me with a hooded gaze.

“I don’t have a condom,” I grumble.

“I have an IUD,” she whispers.

Fuck it, the anger and frustration over the last twenty-four hours converts to adrenaline- a night of anonymous sex is exactly what I need, so as long as she’s cool with it, so am I.

I toss my wallet aside, my fingers curling around the skimpy lace underwear at her hips, and she lets out a squeal of surprise as I tear them away, leaving her laid bare beneath me.

Hitching forward, I guide the head of my cock between her slick folds. She's so fucking wet and warm, my breath comes out in a shudder and her eyes roll closed as I bump her clit.

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