Page 11 of Dark Seduction

“You’re so stubborn,” my dad mutters. “Ahmed’s not going to stay single forever, men like him never do.”

“If I’m stubborn, I get it from you,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. “Look, I’ll be fine. Just give me some time.”

“Alright, alright,” he concedes. I can hear the concern in his voice. “Just know we’re here for you.”

“I know. Thanks, guys. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Be safe,” my dad adds, still sounding a bit gruff.

“I will.”

“Take care, sweetie,” my mom says warmly.

I feel more grounded after the call. I sigh, knowing my father is right—not about the Ahmed thing, but about how I need to keep pushing, keep applying to places. Deciding to relax a bit before spending the rest of the day looking for a job, a fantasy with Lev flashes in my head again.

With a naughty smile, I decide to unwind.

I draw a bath, the sound of the water filling the tub instantly soothing my frazzled nerves. As the steam rises, I slip out of my clothes and step into the hot water, letting out a contented sigh as the warmth envelops me. Leaning back, I close my eyes and let my mind wander.

Lev’s image comes into focus and I feel a rush of excitement. My body reacts to the thought of him, and I can't help but grin. Reaching for my wand, I turn it on, the vibrations immediately sending a shiver of anticipation through me.

Settling back into the tub, I close my eyes and let the fantasy take over. In my mind, Lev’s powerful body hovers over mine, his hands exploring every inch of me. The thought makes my heart race, and I press the wand against my clit, the sensation making me gasp.

“Beg for it,” I imagine him growling, his voice commanding and rough.

“Please, sir,” I whisper to the empty bathroom, my voice trembling with need. The vibrations from the wand mix with the heat of the water, creating a whirlwind of pleasure.

In the fantasy, Lev's hand comes down on my ass a few times, the combination of the sting and pleasure perfect. His deep voice fills my mind with dirty talk, each word making me hotter, more desperate.

"You're such a good girl, taking your punishment so well," he says, his hand coming down on my bottom again. "Does that feel good? Do you like it when I spank you?"

"Yes, sir," I moan, the words spilling out as I imagine his commanding presence.

"Beg for my cock," he demands, his voice rough and insistent. "Tell me how much you want it."

"Please, sir, I need your cock," I whisper, my breath hitching. "I want you to fuck me so badly."

"Good girl," he purrs. "I love hearing you beg. You're going to come so hard for me."

His words, combined with the sensation of the wand, drive me to the brink. Just as I'm about to lose control, my phone rings.

My first instinct is to turn it off and finish my fun, but then I see the words "Ivanov Holdings" flash on the screen. I freeze, torn between the intense pleasure coursing through my body and the potential life-changing opportunity calling me.

I sigh and set the wand aside before answering the call, putting it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Dalia?” a professional voice asks.

“Yes, this is she,” I reply, trying to steady my breath.

“This is Melissa Barnes from Ivanov Holdings HR. I’m following up on your interview.”

My heart skips a beat. “Yes, of course.”

“I’m pleased to inform you we’ve finished vetting the applicants and we’ve selected you for the position. Can you start on Monday?”

I blink in disbelief. “Wait, really? Just like that?”

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