Page 59 of Darkest Deception

I let a little something leak, let a message pop up on someone’s phone with information that could let them know that they shouldn’t be going ahead with the deal. There is already so much bad in the world that I contribute even more to it.

I am unapologetic about it all.

I was raised on the streets, begging and crying for someone to give me enough food to survive just another day, so how I get my money, how I live, is my personal choice, and everyone else can do what they want.

Not the woman outside, though.

After thirty-three years of living, I have finally found a skilled fighter in the same ring as me, someone who is putting up a great fight against me, keeping me entertained and curious about everything she does.

I have reign over her empire for two years before I leave with no destination in mind.

And I intend to crush but also conquer the woman who I snatched this fate from.

The next few days are me trying to put my changes in action, and I have been pulling many long nights trying to meet deadlines, sign paperwork, and get reports typed up. Ambrose has been working closely with me, sitting in front of me at my desk. Her sighs and huffs when she catches me looking at her leave me amused.

“Do you recognise who this is?” I point to the screen.

She rolls her eyes when she walks around to stand next to me.

Instantly her fresh and intoxicating scent has me closing my eyes to focus on it, to take in a deeper breath just so I can remember what she smells like.

“Who? Mr David?”

My eyes snap open, watching Ambrose click on the profile and lean closer. Her hip bumps into my shoulder, but I don’t think she notices; she is too focused on reading the email.

I know who it is, but I want her close.

I want her here beside me.

Watching isn’t enough for me anymore.

Twisting my chair, I let my finger graze the back of her thigh.

She freezes. “What are you doing?” There is a thickness in her voice, like she doesn’t know whether to be angry or annoyed. Her eyes are on me, narrowed, but she stays in her position. Bent. Eyes bright, open, and curious.

What would she do if I were to break that barrier between us and bend her over? Would she fight me, crying and sobbing?

Or would she be submissive? Moaning and begging for more?

My hand abandons that place, and I let the tips of my fingers travel from her lower back down the curve of her ass and keep going down until I reach the back of her knee.

Emotion hits me in the chest when I realise she is letting me touch her. She threw off Darci’s hand when he tried to touch her. And that same night, when I hid myself from her and wanted to touch her, she also fought back hard. But right now, her eyes are filled with blazing fire. She isn’t moving, nor is she near tears.

There is something very clear in her eyes that makes me pause.

Trust.

“Seeing how you would feel bent in front of me.” My voice is laced with lust.

“Stop it.” She steps away, her eyes sharp.

“Would you like it if I touched you?” I lean forward, my eyes dropping to her lips.

“Very.” She sarcastically remarks with a scoff.

“Sure you would,”

“I’ve seen you look at me, Ambrose,”

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