“You have it wrong, Chloe.” His smile fades.
“Screw you, Zeus. You’re doing this whole man of mystery thing and I’m glad it’s working for you. But I expected more from you. I don’t know why.” My voice cracks.
He walks over to me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “You don’t have to work for me. You never had to work for me, I just wanted to get you away from that scumbag Mitchell. I needed an excuse to be close to you, Chloe. Don’t you understand?”
“Not really, no.”
“I left Darlinton because my father was dying. His empire was here and he made me promise to take it over. But it was corrupt and toxic, and I spent a long, long time trying to clean up the mess he made. It’s never been what I wanted, but I couldn’t involve you, or Dylan, in this dangerous world.” He runs one of his fingers over the scar above his eyebrow.
“I’ve liked you since I first saw you, Zeus Marchetti. You should have given me the choice. I would be with you in a heartbeat.” I clamp my lips shut. I’ve said too much.
He runs his fingers over the outline of my jaw and his eyes are dark. “You shouldn’t say that kind of thing to me.”
I shake my head. “Do you want me to leave?”
He grips my shoulders and pulls me towards him. “No. I’m not letting you go.”
His lips crash down on mine and all coherent thought leaves my head. His hands are on my waist, his mouth hot and demanding. The ache between my legs intensifies as his tongue explores my mouth. The soft curves of my body are molded to his hard, muscular frame, our bodies pressed together.
“You taste so sweet…” His mouth moves to my neck and my nipples harden as his lips savor my skin.
“I’m not that sweet,” I run my hands down from his belt, outlining his hardness with my fingers. He’s huge and I shiver as he growls at my touch.
“Neither am I,” He whips me around so quickly I don’t have time to draw breath, leaning me over the edge of the sofa, one hand circling my wrist and the other moving up from my waist to cup my breast. He pulls the strap of my dress down, pinching my nipple as I gasp, my core clenching.
His cock is pressed against me as he pulls the other strap down, and then unhooks my bra. He groans as his hands move over my breasts, circling each nipple and pinching the hard peaks. I’m squirming against him, panting, lost in how good this feels.
“I want you to fuck me…” I don’t recognize the hunger in my voice.
He pulls up my dress and pulls off my panties, his hands running over my curves.
“Stand on tip toes so I can appreciate that perfect ass…” His voice is low but insistent.
I arch my feet and stand on tiptoe, the air cool on my exposed skin with my dress around my waist.
“I’m going to fuck you, but first I’m going to show you what happens when you go up to your bosses apartment and argue with him.” He runs his hands over my hips.
“Formerboss…” I can’t resist teasing him.
He brings one of those big hands down on my ass, the sound making me jump. I moan just a little, my core tight.
“Brace your hands against the edge and keep on your toes,” he says as his other hand slips to cup between my legs. “You’re so wet, good girl.”
I gasp as his hand comes down again, my skin stinging as he spanks me again, his fingers moving in slow circles over my clit. I arch my hips up, desperate for more and he slides one finger and then another inside me. I’m panting as he quickens his pace, hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling as he leans over me.
My nipples brush the velvet of the sofa as his back covers mine. “Stay on your toes,” he growls, his hands reaching for my breasts and brushing over my peaked nipples, making me shudder. His cock nudges at my entrance as I push my ass up, aching to have him inside me.
He wraps his hand around my hair, holding me in place as he slides the tip of his enormous cock inside me. I moan louder as he slides deeper inside me, filling me so completely that I can’t move, perched on my toes. He starts to move in and out and my legs shake, sparks flowing from my pussy out to every inch of my body.
“You like that, don’t you?” His voice is rough as his pace quickens, his length pounding into me, one hand in my hair, the other circling my clit.
“Yes.” I can barely get the words out between gasps as he thrusts into me, heat spreading all over my body from my head to my toes. I cry out his name as I come hard, clenching against his cock as he fucks me. His hand tightens around my hair as he pulls my head back and leans over me.
“You’re mine now.All mine. Do you understand?” It’s a command. I nod, incapable of speech and he pumps harder and faster, groaning loud and long as he comes. We’re slumped over the edge of the sofa and I start giggling.
“Permission to come down off my tiptoes, please?”
His laugh rumbles against my neck.
