Page 164 of Scandalous Games

There’s not a shadow of a doubt in my mind that Bianca would run her own successful designing company one day.

My gaze is drawn to her mouth as she speaks, “I think I have everything I need to know. I have so many ideas floating in my head already.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing them,” replies Vinod, my marketing head. He laughs as he jokes, “Maybe then I’d be excited to come to the office.”

“The six-figure salary you get paid isn’t enough, Vinod?”

His face falls as though he forgot I was here and becomes flustered while I coldly stare. Nervously straightening his tie, he backtracks, “Oh no, Mr. Stern. I meant that it will be a perk, nothing more. Well, I’ll leave. Have a meeting soon.”

“You can’t resist, can you, Dash?” teases Bianca, once he exits.

“You’re the only irresistible thing in my life.” I smirk when my favorite blush darkens her cheeks. Sliding the notepad to her, I say, “Your notes.”

I wait as she scans the points I scrawled and blinks like she can’t believe I actually listened. I have to hide my amused smile at her bewildered expression. Meanwhile, I admire her curves and the cleavage showing as she bends. My cock jerks with the need to plunge into her mouth as she bites the corner of her lip in concentration. Rising to my full height, I discreetly adjust my lengthening shaft.

“Wow. These are actually good,” she comments before joking, “so, should I pay you by the hour or…?”

Circling behind her, I lean down and slam the notebook shut. Her slight intake of breath has my lust skyrocketing when I cage her small frame against the desk. Her intoxicating scent, hitting me like a wave from the ocean. An electric shiver courses down her spine the second my lips touch her ear.

“I want you in my office,” I command. “Naked. On your knees. Waiting for me.”

Kissing behind her ear softly, I straighten. She stands on shaky legs and it takes all my willpower to not just bend her over the desk, flip her skirt, and fuck her right here, right now.

“Leave it,” I growl when she tries to pack her stuff. “Go. Now.”

My rough command sends her running. I watch the sway of her delectable hips all the way to my office that has the privacy blinds drawn. My assistant knows to do it when I’m not there. I take my time going after Bianca. I want her on edge, eager and writhing for my cock, until pleasing me is her solo desire.

Having her close and not being able to touch her is fucking tortuous and hellish. I want to drive her as mad as she’s been doing to me all day.

When I can’t take it any longer, I stalk toward my beautiful obsession and enter. All the blood rushes to my stone-hard dick when my hungry gaze lands on her lithe little body. Every inch of her, now bare for my view.

Fuck. She’s breathtaking.

Thick, wavy hair falls down her spine, few loose curls framing her sharp cheekbones and the slope of her neck. I cannot decide whether I love her full tits that push against every dress she wears enticingly or her tight waist that fits my hands perfectly. My gaze travels lower to her thighs and her glistening pussy that is as close to heaven as I’ll come.

She’s utterly and stunningly perfect. The whole package. Like God etched her just for me.

Mine.

Feral lust slams into me seeing her obeying my orders like a good girl.

Her hooded eyes collide with mine and I let her glimpse the pleasure in mine at her beautiful obedience. Hers slowly roam over my clothed body like she can’t help herself. Her tongue peeks out to lick her lips when her eyes pay extra attention to my shaft tenting my pants.

I stay right against the door and shrug off my suit jacket before carelessly throwing it on the couch to my left. Unbuttoning my cufflinks, I roll my shirt sleeves over my forearms and don’t miss her eyes following the movement. I bite back my groan as she fucking trembles and squeezes her thighs to relieve the ache I ignited.

Her crimson face flashes to mine when I take a step in her direction. Crooking my finger, I give her a silent command to come to me. I watch as she runs her soft hand over her thighs before rising slowly but I halt her, shaking my head.

“Crawl, kitten.”

Her lips part on a breathy exhale while her nipples tighten into hard little peaks. Those brown orbs widen for a fraction of a second before they ever so slowly darken with desire and fascination. I keep my gaze pinned on her, memorizing every play of emotion as she fights and fails to resist my filthy demand.

We both know she loves our erotic little games. Her cunt creams with every illicit and dirty command. The little vixen was just waiting to be corrupted. Waiting for a depraved animal like me to coax it out.

“Be my good little whore and crawl to me,” I growl.

My lungs seize when she lowers to her hands and knees without breaking our connection. Her perky tits jiggle obscenely as she moves while her hips sway enticingly. I stroke my pulsing cock beneath my pants with each inch she crosses until she stops at my feet.

Peering at me under her eyelashes, she seductively purrs, “I need you in my mouth, Dash.”

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