Page 61 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Since she is now my assistant, I moved her into the office directly opposite my own. When both our doors are open, I can look directly at her.

But today, Lila keeps her door firmly closed.

If she wants to shut me out, I’ll let her.

For now.

“I need you to stay late and finish that report for me.”

Lila looks up from her desk, frowning. “What report?”

“The one I asked to be sent over by the end of today,” I lie, leaning against the door to her office.

“You never told me about any report.”

I shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest, faking annoyance.

“It’s not my problem if you failed to listen to my instructions.”

Lila scowls, shaking her head.

“Is that going to be a problem?”

“I have plans.” Irritation flashes across her face.

I didn’t know three words had the power to send such a strong surge of rage through my blood.

It’s Friday, which means it's likely Lila will be going home and getting ready for a date. She’ll sidle up to him in a booth, let him put his hand on her thigh, letting it roam higher until his finger brushes her soaked panties?—

“Cancel them,” I growl.

“It’s a fucking Friday night, Andre.” She gets to her feet. “Can’t this wait until Monday?”

“I’ve given you a very substantial pay rise, Miss Morano. I suggest you start working accordingly.” I turn my back on Lila, strolling into my office.

I leave the door open so that when I take a seat behind my desk I have a clear view of her, and fuck does the anger in her eyes make my blood heat. I love that fire, and I wish she would let me get close enough to see how much it would burn.

My cock is straining against my zipper, and I want nothing more than to storm back into Lila’s office and bend her over that desk.

The images flash behind my eyes—the fantasies I crave to act out with her.

I shift in my chair as I watch Lila toss her wave of dark hair over a shoulder, imagining twisting it around my fingers as I bend her over the desk.

I’d pull hard enough that she cries out, arching her back and pushing her ass against my rock hard cock, giving me no choice but to push her dress up around her hips and sink myself so deep inside her tight pussy.

It would be hard, brutal, the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. To remind us both who’s really in charge. Because right now, as I watch her work, it takes everything I have not to march into her office and drop to my knees before her, throwing her legs over my shoulders so I could devour her pussy with my tongue.

Lila must feel my gaze as she lifts her eyes, scowling at me as she continues to tap furiously on her keyboard.

I look away, not wanting her to notice the arousal in my eyes, but that doesn’t stop me from palming my erection through my trousers, biting back a groan as I ache to pull it free and stroke myself to completion under the desk.

I force myself to work through my inbox and to look over the budget for the current quarter.

Max’s old system needs updating, and I would normally palm off such lesser work to my employees, but I need something to distract me from Lila.

She turns me feral, and I know no amount of self-pleasure later will satisfy the need to be inside her.

“Is there a reason you’re being so hard on me?”

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