Page 4 of Corrupted Pleasure
I took a few steps towards him and showed him my phone screen.
“Here. Happy?”
He nodded and I pressed the send button.
Now that I’d taken those few steps closer to him, my heart thundered even harder. The scent of his sandalwood cologne reached me and I inhaled deeply. It was like extinguishing a fire with gasoline because my body burned for his touch.
“First, you drink my most expensive bottle of cognac,” he drawled. I had no idea how he knew that. We just did that yesterday. “Then, you steal from me.”
“Sorry.” Yeah, sorry would not suffice in this instance.
“Take your panties off,” he ordered and the ache between my thighs throbbed with greed. While my body wanted to obey, my mind warned.
“W-what are you going to do?” I hated that I stuttered. Yes, he was older than me. But I certainly wasn’t a blushing virgin.
He let out a breath of amusement.
“Take. Your. Panties. Off.”
Asshole. “Fine!”
Putting the backpack with cash next to my feet, I reached under my tight mini-dress and slid my panties down my legs.
“Now what?” My cheeks burned, though I suspected it had nothing to do with embarrassment.
He extended his big hand, palm facing up. Did he-
Yes, he did. He wanted my panties. I threw them into his face but he caught them.
“Now turn around and bend over my desk.”
Holy fucking shit! Would he fuck me now? My body sangyes, yes, yes. My mind warned it was a bad idea. I just got out of a relationship that caused all kinds of problems.
“Are you waiting for written instructions?” he barked.
Jackass! “Fucking mobster.”
I did as he ordered and bent over his desk. He took a step and came up right behind me. His finger traced down along my spine, and I had to fight a delightful shiver. He barely touched me, and I felt his touch unlike anything ever before.
His big hands came down to my thighs and my body reacted, pushing into his touch. God, I was losing my mind. He pushed my dress up, leaving my ass bare for his viewing.
“So beautiful.” His voice was like a lover’s caress. “I’m going to punish you for stealing from me.”
Oh my God. I was so turned on, I wanted to beg him to punish me, fuck me, make me come. But that would be a reward. He must have something else in mind.
“I hope you’re not fragile,” he said, his voice dark and sinful.
“Bring it on, old man,” I breathed.
God, did he ever!
CHAPTER1
Liam
THREE MONTHS EARLIER
Gunfire.
