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Enzo jolted, his face growing white in my periphery. “Boss! I-I… she... We didn’t think you’d come-”

I hardly paid attention to his stammering, but Adrian’s eyes flicked from me to Enzo, his face forming a sneer as he focused on my hand, the dick in my palms, the precum on my lips. The flash of realization made satisfaction flicker through me—until he pulled out his gun and shot the wall behind Enzo.

Chapter 2

Adrian

“What the fuck, man!” Enzo yelped, eyes wide as I slammed the door behind me with a satisfying thud, shutting out the pumping music and leaving everything quiet until all I could hear was Enzo’s terrified panting. And it better have been terror, because my—no,Lina—Lina was kneeling in front of him in a way that made my heart clench and my head spin.

“Don’t speak, and don’t you dare fucking move,” I warned him as my finger caressed the trigger of my gun. I wanted to fucking kill him for touching her. I wanted to shoot his dick off and make him choke on it. Whothe fuckdid he think he was? Touchingher—I didn’t care that I couldn’t call her mine.

Lina knelt before my desk, her posture defiant yet submissive, her eyes taunting me to do more. God, didn’t she realize that the sight of her touching him was enough to kill me?

I stepped forward slowly, my movements deliberate, each breath controlled. I was so fucking angry right now, but I kept it in check—barely.

Without a word, I reached for her, pulling her up from the floor with a firm grasp. My fingers dug into her arm, possessive and unyielding. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I hissed, my voice low and dangerous. “This is my fucking office. If you want to act like a slut, do it somewhere else.”

Hadn’t we discussed this last night? She was far too fucking young for this shit—she was too fucking young for me. Was she trying to prove a point?

My grip tightened. She didn’t have to prove to me that she was old enough to fuck someone, not when my dreams were haunted by exactly that.

Her jaw tightened, and her eyes flicked to mine, daring me to push further. “If I had no right to interfere with your night, then you have no right to interfere with mine.” Her voice was steady, defiant, but I could see the anger beneath her calm exterior.

The truth stung, but I couldn’t stop myself. “This isn’t an interference, little girl. This is me stopping you from making a fucking mistake.” My tone was colder now, dangerous. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me, locking her gaze with mine.

“Where did you think this would go?” I asked, leaning in close enough to smell Enzo’s dick on her breath. The tight leash I had on my control snapped a little more. “He cums in your mouth and you leave?”

He couldn’t satisfy her like I could—and that was a dangerous fucking thought.

“Is that what will make you feel like an adult, Lina? My best fighter using your pretty little mouth like a fleshlight?” I mocked, my body burning with rage.

She only arched her brow, a bratty look on her face that made me want to pull her over my lap and pepper her ass until it was bright fucking red.

“It’s just a little fun,” she told me, her breath hitching. Her voice small. Just a little fun, with my best fucking fighter. I should’ve shot the fucker in the head.

That was the last fucking straw. My control snapped. “Just a little fun?” I repeated, my vision tunneling in on her lips. “You want to play games?” I murmured, my voice dark and seductive, yet laced with dominance. If she wanted to play games, she could play by my rules. “Don’t let me stop you then.”

The tension in the room tightened, the heat between us almost unbearable. I didn’t let go of her immediately. Instead, I traced her jaw with my fingers, slow and deliberate, dragging her closer until our lips were mere inches apart. “You don’t get to call the shots here,” I whispered, my voice a low growl.

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. She was a fighter, stubborn as hell, and that only fueled my hunger. I leaned in, my lips capturing hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. Her mouth opened against mine, the clash of wills palpable in the intensity of our connection.

When I bit her lip, pulling back slowly, her eyes flickered with something—pleasure? Defiance? It didn’t matter. I smirked, a dangerous glint in my eye. “If you want to fuck someone so badly,” I said, my voice smooth but dangerous, “I won’t stop you.”

I stepped back, letting her go, but my gaze never left hers. Enzo, bleeding heavily from where he’d frozen, perched on my fucking desk.

His muttered apologies barely reached my ears, weak and pathetic. I didn’t want to hear it.

“Didn’t I just tell you to shut the fuck up?”

He flinched at the sound of my voice, his gaze cast down, unable to meet my eyes. His regret was evident, but I didn’t care. He’d overstepped, they fucking knew the rules. No one touched Lina. How much more fucking clear could I get?

Pulling up one of the chairs, I settled behind Lina, my fingers tracing the barrel of my gun, and my stare locked on Enzo.

“Go on,” I encouraged Lina, my voice low. Dangerous.

Staring at me, her brow laced with confusion, Lina reached for Enzo. The sight of her fingers brushing over his still-hard cock made my stomach twist. My jaw clenched, my teeth grinding together. It drove me mad—how easily she gave herself over for that little prick. But I held my ground, suppressing the anger, the hunger beneath it.

I had to set an example for her, and for me.

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