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"Does it?" I purr.

I step to the side, widening my stance. My pussy is hot and throbbing, wanting his mouth to lick and suck. "I like it on you, but I like that you're at my mercy more." I pull on the restraints, but they don't budge. I can't move my arms down. The chains that have retracted have my arms pinned to the wall by the cuff on my wrist, not letting me pull to release them. "I can do whatever I want to you.”

"I can scream."

He shakes his head with a devilish smile. "They can't hear you." I begin to panic. My body feels flashes of hot and cold. He steps closer, giving me enough room so I can knee him in the balls, but what would that do but piss him off. He leans in, and I feel the heat from his chest through his shirt on my wet nipples. "I'm going to make you come, and that is the only scream I want to hear.” His lips brush against mine. "Your screams belong to me. Your pain belongs to me––" his hand slides over my throat, cupping my cheek, "your fears…belong to me."

Every breath I take, I take in his scent. The vibrations of his voice embrace my skin, awakening a deep desire. A pleasure he can only give me. I've never had a man give me an orgasm. I tried, but I knew why I couldn't. It wasn't because I was a sinner like Charles said I was. It was because of the man in front of me. He took that from me. Taking it only allowed me to have one if I gave it to myself. It felt like a cruel punishment for what he thought I did.

I want to kick and scream at him for always having power over me.

Over my body.

Over my mind.

The punishment I took for him wasn't why I hate him; it’s because it was for nothing. He still thought of me the same way. He could have anyone––any woman he wanted like this, so why me?

"Why me?"

He doesn't answer but takes my lips with his and my face in his hands, sliding his tongue over the delicate skin of my mouth. He pulls back lazily. My eyes follow the backs of his fingers sliding between the valley of my breasts. I bite my bottom lip when he reaches my wet slit, spreading my arousal over my clit in circles, causing a little cry to bubble from my throat. I arch my back against the wall while he plays with me. His other hand lifts my leg over his hip, placing kisses on my throat, not once pulling his hand from between my thighs. The wet sounds of his fingers rubbing my clit are the only ones I can register between the sounds of our breathing.

"When you look at me, and I look at you, and that word possesses your mind––" he slips a finger inside me, and I gasp, "the word whore." My half-lidded eyes widen. "You forgot the rest––" The dark pupils of his eyes darken. "You're my whore."

The phone rings and my eyes shoot to his desk, where it's going off, but he ignores it. I'm disappointed when he pulls his finger out and licks it clean. My leg slides off his hip, and I watch as he slowly drops to his knees surprising me. I thought he was going to answer the phone but instead, Alaric is on his knees, lifting one leg over his shoulder and pressing his mouth over my opening and fucking me with his tongue.

"Mmm…" I moan, hoping that the office is soundproof and he isn't messing with me because everyone on this floor will know what the CEO is doing to his intern, and it's not going over financials.

He hums while he takes my clit in his mouth, the vibrations from his throat making me wet, teasing my pussy as he moves faster. "Fuck, yes," I say breathlessly. "More, don't stop…Alaric." I push my hips forward, wanting more and hoping he won't stop when I grind my pussy on his mouth. His lips make kissing sounds with my pussy, and the phone rings again.

"Are you going to get that?" I ask breathlessly.

"I'm eating," he murmurs. "They can wait."

He slides his tongue and fucks me with it. In and out, he sucks and twirls his tongue until I can't take it anymore and come, making a desperate, dirty noise. My pussy pulses in his mouth, but he doesn't stop, causing my leg over his shoulder to shake but not caring if the heel of my black suede boot digs into his back. My breaths are coming out faster than the last as I try to calm myself by closing my eyes.

"I love the way your pussy tastes and your skin smells." He places stray kisses on my inner thigh, my pussy, and my stomach. He rises on his feet and undoes the cuffs on my wrists. The ache from having them up causes tingles that feel like tiny needles. I rub them, watching him walk back from the bathroom to hand me a wet cloth. "Put your clothes on, we have a meeting."

My eyes almost bulge. That is why the phone was ringing, we're late. When we walk in, they will all know or have an idea why and all I can think about is that he didn't stop. He didn't care.

He hands me the dress, and I glance upward to see his reaction from what we just did, or rather…what I let him do. Taking it from him, I hand him the washcloth.

"We're late," he says softly with a grin, causing me to blush. "But I'd do it again."

CHAPTER 19

Veronica

We walk in late to the board meeting, relieved Sergio is behind us, covering for us. I'm sure Alaric could care less what people may think, but I'm here as an intern, and deep down, I know I'm not doing anything related to school.

"Sorry we're late, gentlemen. My lunch ran late, and I have to eat," Alaric announces with a smirk. All the men seated at the boardroom table glance at me and Sergio as we take our seats, while I'm wishing the floor would swallow me whole. Alaric walks to the head of the table and takes his seat.

There are six men in total besides Alaric, Sergio, and me. The first one eyes me with curiosity. He's wearing a brown suit with a pink pinstriped shirt that clashes with his red facial complexion. He reminds me of a pack of Starburst, the pink and red pack where pink and red are the only colors inside. The man seated to his right, who keeps scrutinizing my long dark hair, reminds me of a guy trying to sell a pyramid scheme on an infomercial with a bad haircut because he doesn't want to face the fact that he is balding. The one to the left of Starburst gives me a knowing grin, and the way his eyes linger on me longer than necessary, I know he knows my father, which means he knows who I am.

"You're Devlin's daughter, right?" he asks.

"I––"

"She will be addressed as the Intern in our office and be called as such," Alaric says curtly.

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