Page 60 of Darkest Deception

She turns to me, her eyes intent. “Like what?”

I lean closer, my lips brushing against hers as I whisper, “Like you want me to fuck you.”

Her eyes widen. “I wouldn’t even look twice in your direction, but you on the other hand…” Her eyes trail down, then she faintly brushes her hand against my crotch making me grit my teeth.

“Is this the game you are now playing, Emerald?” I smirk, grabbing her hand and palming myself using her hand.

Her mouth drops open, but she quickly recovers. She lifts a brow, amusement swimming in those dark chocolate irises.

“If we call getting each other hot and bothered a game, then sure.”

I get up and lean even closer, letting the front of my body touch hers, letting my hard-on press against her stomach, so she feels it, so she knows no matter the hate, my desire for her is very prominent and there.

“Fuck yes,”

“Does this mean you are hot and bothered? Drenched at my words and touch?” I continue.

She scoffs under me, looking to the side, but gasps when I roll my hips into her.

Her eyes slide back to mine, this time burning with need.

“If I were to check right now, would you be wet, Emerald?”

She pushes at my shoulder, trying to walk away, but I grab hold of her and twist both her arms behind her back, pulling her against me, her front to my chest.

“Don’t lie,” I whisper, my lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.

She shudders against me.

Grabbing both her hands in one of mine, I use the other to draw small circles on her stomach. I feel it tighten under my hold.

“I hate you,” she rasps out, her body pushing against me, leaning into me.

My hand travels higher until I am twirling her nipple through her dress. It pokes against the fabric.

“Still hate me?”

“Yes,” she rushes out.

I laugh, my breath fanning her shoulder and neck.

“Your body says otherwise.”

“I don’t care. Desire and hate come from two different places,” she says, bucking her hips against mine, making my hard-on way worse than it was.

I hum. One day, I will have her. I will get her.

She shakes out of my hold, and I let her. She walks out the door without even looking back, but I know she is seething, She wants me and hates herself for it.

“New pet, sir?”

I wink at the receptionist, making her laugh and shake her head at me.

My hands are in my trouser pockets as I walk into the elevator and watch it go up until I reach my floor.

“Your coffee, sir, and today’s sche—” Ambrose stops short as she walks into my office. Her eyes instantly go to my shoulder.

“Blaze?” she whispers.

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