Page 72 of The Boss

Her answer would have seemed trite coming from anyone else, but with her, it was a statement of her dark desires. They were similar to mine, not always indicating her hunger for sex but for sin of any kind. I found that incredibly attractive.

“See? I’m not so innocent after all,” she added.

If she thought I was going to admonish her for admitting the truth, she was wrong. “Come here, Willow.” My voice was as dark and commanding as she needed. I felt it in my bones. Right now, she craved direction. She longed to surrender to the only man who could provide what she needed.

“Why?”

“Because I commanded you to do so.”

She studied me as if fearful I would eat her alive. Maybe that’s exactly what I would do but, in my way, and my time. The darkness inside me was swelling with a greedy need, the kindof hunger incapable of being sated by vanilla sex. If only I’d thought to bring my handcuffs, securing her to the railing so I could feast off her sweet pussy for as long as I desired.

Next time.

The visions remained, including ones of all the vile things I’d do to her lush body afterwards.

A smile curled across my lips as she pushed away from the railing, breaking the fantasy.

She was real flesh and bone, her needs as great as mine. I admired her more than she knew, but she would learn being caught by a predator meant her capture was permanent. My cock was rock hard and throbbing, the need to be inside of her driving me to a state of madness. It felt good to want someone this much.

Hate and lust were good friends.

I took another sip of my drink before placing it on the deck and stretching my legs out on the chaise. Even in the shadows, admiring her stunning physique had become a delicious pastime.

Every step she took was meant to torment me. She was damn good at it. A part of me, the evil side of my personality wanted to break her of that, but the other side longed for it to continue. She was exciting, keeping my dick hard and my libido going strong.

But there was so much more to her. Grace. Beauty. Intelligence. I could continue listing her attributes for a long time. Some might say she was too good for me. Well, I didn’t care what anyone else thought. I would choose my own path.

When she was close, she peered down at me and raked her hands through her hair. Unlike when she’d done before, the move was also meant to tempt me. It was working and she knew it. The feisty vixen had no clue how much power and control she held.

She brushed her finger down the side of her neck as she tilted her head, every movement as slow as the way she’d walked toward me.

I’d had sexy shows from other women before, but this was more sensual, igniting a strong passion deep within me. She was dead right about my emotions, that level of control necessary in my business. But I could lose it all with her.

I simply sat back, enjoying the moment as she allowed herself the freedom of feeling as alive as I did.

A slight smile was on her face, one so sexy my balls were tightening with every second that passed. As she slid her fingertip between her breasts, she let out a soft moan. The wine remained in her hand and the moment she rimmed the glass, I found myself sitting forward, watching.

Wanting.

Needing.

She swayed her hips to the sound of the ocean before dipping her finger into the nearly full wine. Given her index finger remained bandaged, she was using her middle finger. The gesture as she slipped it into her mouth was as beguiling as the woman. She took her time, sucking on her finger as she gyrated back and forth.

The rush of adrenaline only added to the building fire, a craving so strong my vision became hazy. How could a single womando that to me when so many others had tried and failed? The answer was too sweet for a man like me.

Fate wanted us together.

Willow sighed, the sound becoming more exaggerated as she dipped her finger a second time. The way she tugged on the bodice of her dress brought another growl from deep within. Just watching as she rolled her finger around her fully erect nipple pushed me closer to the edge.

The rough intentions that were in the back of my mind were fresh and ripe, infusing my senses as she slowly lowered her wineglass to the deck just within my reach. Good. I had plans for the dark liquid.

I beckoned her with a single finger, once again pressing my back against the hard wooden plats of the chair. I folded my hands together, cocking my head as I slowly lowered my gaze.

“Teasing me again, little dove?” I asked.

“Why, yes, I am. You can’t always have what you want.”

Before she realized what I’d done, I grabbed her hand, forcing her to straddle the chaise. “I will take what I want on my terms. Remove your dress.”

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