Page 76 of Savage Bosses

CHAPTER 12

Anik

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he licked her lips and I knew she was recalling our meeting at the Den. Good.

“Then we’ll be even? You’ll forget about me leaving you unconscious and not organizing your calendar?”

The pulse along the side of her throat quickened and I wanted to have that pulse under my tongue. “That depends on how well you take your punishment.” I held out my hand and she stared at it for so long, I thought she wouldn't take it. I doubted she would give her body and her pleasure over to me a second time.

“I lost everything that night, you know,” she said, voicing her hesitation.

My heart immediately softened at the sadness I heard in her voice. “Not everything, fatenah.”

She’d gotten rid of worthless weight. Having now worked with her, I knew she hadn’t completely given that punk her heart and soul. He didn’t deserve either.

The heady fire to give into her deepest desire burned strongly behind her irises. She’d hidden them away from herself, and I wanted to be the one to reintroduce her to the woman I remembered.

She placed her soft hand on mine. The contact sent my pulse racing, betraying my calm exterior. What we were about to do was discipline, I reminded myself as I closed the door to my office.

I spun her around, pressing her against the door. My chest flush against her back, I made no move to hide the growing erection cradled between her ass cheeks.

Zoerina moaned.

That sound was nectar to my ears. Now armed with my memory, her murmurs sounded sweeter. Untainted by the moans of other lovers surrounding us, crying their pleasure to the heavens. I didn’t let her sweet voice sway me. Tonight wasn’t about pleasure. Mine or hers. I’d allowed my defenses to quiver, only to be reminded that being vulnerable had a price.

“For weeks I dreamed about you. Plagued by my fragmented memory.” I softly kissed the back of her neck and groaned when she trembled.

“I …”

“I woke many nights thinking about your curves pressed against me. Sated, yet hungry for me to bury my dick to the hilt.”

She pressed her forehead against the door.

“I thought I was crazy.” My voice hardened. “Thought I’d only imagined stretching your sweet pussy.”

“Please,” she moaned, reaching back. Her fingers fastened around my shirt, wrinkling the garment. Was she pushing me away or bringing me closer? I doubted she knew.

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. “When you beg for my cock, fatenah, you will use my name.” I unfastened my belt buckle, the clink echoing between us. As I slid my belt free, a whoosh rent the air.

“Mr. Hijra!” she cried when I secured her wrist with the belt. “I mean, Mr. Hijra!”

I tsk. “So formal.” I wouldn’t let her use formality to put distance between us.

“You’re my boss,” she breathed.

“Mmmm. And you’re my personal assistant, but you aren’t acting assistant-like,” I taunted as if we were playing a game of Name Your Role. “You’re bound and panting, qualities for a good girl, not a personal assistant.”

She jerked.

“And you want to be a good girl, don’t you?” I licked the pulsing vein along her neck that had tempted me since I mentioned her future punishment.

“Yes!” Her voice trembled as if the single word was dragged from her soul.

I spun her to face me. Her irises dilated at seeing the unrestrained arousal I was not even trying to hide. I pinned her hands above her head and marveled as her breasts strained against her silk blouse.

Zoerina’s reaction to pleasure was perfect in every way. She didn’t know it yet but she was mine.

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