Page 22 of Seeds of Sorrow

Make me.It was stupid to make statements like that to Hadina, especially when she was pissed off and ready for a fight. She pulled her 9mm from underneath her suit jacket, cocking it and aiming at Peyton’s pretty face. “Tell me what you were doing in here.”

Peyton didn’t flinch. “I was waiting for you. I think we need to talk.”

Hadina scoffed and moved farther into the room, kicking the door closed with her foot. “I’m not in the mood to talk so get out.” She motioned to the exit with her gun before pointing the barrel back at Peyton.

“No.”

“What do you mean,no?”

Peyton chuckled humorlessly. “I mean,no. If you don’t want to talk, fine. But you’ve been a bitch to me ever since we had sex. So either we talk, or you sit in this seat and let me do something else with my mouth.”

Hadina blinked. There was no way that Peyton—sweet, almost angelic Peyton—had just propositioned her. In her own office.Andcalled her a bitch.

“I won’t tell you again. Get out of my office, Peyton.”

Peyton sighed and pushed up from the desk, making her way to the door. Hadina was relieved that she wouldn’t have to deal with her right now. Thumping her gun on the desk, Hadina reclaimed her office chair, rubbing her temples as she closed her eyes. She could feel a tension headache coming on and she wanted to be alone.

Thesnickof the lock had her lashes prying open again, shock taking hold when her gaze landed on Peyton leaning against the door from the inside. Hadina groaned and shook her head. She didn’t have the patience for childish behavior and petulance.

“Miss Dimitra—”

Peyton held up her hand, cutting Hadina off mid-sentence. She stalked forward with heat in her eyes, slowly tying her hair away from her face. Hadina was ashamed by the fact she couldn’t look away—she was mesmerizing—and it was infuriating that she was so attracted to Peyton, even if she didn’t want to admit it to herself.

“We were past the formalities when you had your tongue in my mouth and your finger in my panties. I told you—if we’re not going to talk, we’re going to find another way to make you loosen the hell up and stop acting like I’m a piece of shit you can order around.”

Hadina swallowed thickly before snapping out of her trance. “I can order you around.”

Peyton stepped toe-to-toe with Hadina and smirked. “Maybe, but I’m the one in control right now. Your dad told me that I should stop living in fear.”

Sobering at the mention of her father, Hadina tried to stand, only to be pushed into her seat again. Realistically, she could have stopped her easily considering the training she’d had, but Hadina was intrigued by this sudden shift in personality that Peyton was displaying. Her subconscious was eager to find out what she had planned.

“You know what that means, Hadi? I’m not scared of you.”

“You should be.”

Peyton shrugged, dropping to her knees before Hadina. “But I’m not.”

Hadina watched on as Peyton trailed her hands up her thighs, following her actions as she unbuttoned Hadina’s pants and motioned for her to move to allow her to pull them down. It felt strange for her to comply, to give up control even for a moment. But Hadina was just so exhausted and didn’t have the energy to keep a rein on herself.

Leaning back in her chair, Hadina moved her lower half to the edge of the seat, allowing Peyton easier access. She hissed as Peyton moved her lace thong aside before running a cool finger through Hadina’s heated folds.

“Peyton…”

“Shut up. You had the chance to talk,” Peyton scolded before parting her with two fingers. “I wonder if you taste as bitter as you pretend to be.”

Hadina opened her mouth to reprimand her for talking to her like that, but those thoughts drifted away when Peyton circled her clit, teasing her with a cruel smile on her lips.

“Being a bitch doesn’t suit you,” Hadina mumbled.

“Perhaps not. But I’m taking a page out of your book,” she retorted. Then she ran her fingers through the wetness and pressed against Hadina’s clit again, laughing when Hadina groaned.

Leaning forward, Hadina watched as Peyton moved closer, using her tongue to capture the taste of Hadina’s pussy. She made no comment as she dove in farther, swirling around the sensitive bud before traveling down to tease Hadina’s hole.

“Mierda,” Hadina moaned, gripping the arms of her chair so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Peyton continued to work Hadina’s hole with that devilish tongue, laughing when Hadina made incoherent noises. Once Hadina was dripping, Peyton pulled back and licked her lips. Hadina was almost ready to beg for release, but her little temptress pressed forward again, using her tongue to circle Hadina’s clit as she slipped a finger inside. Then Peyton added a second digit, pumping in and out at a punishingly slow rate.

“Peyton—” Hadina warned, her voice hoarse as her walls started to clench.

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