A fiery passion assaulted Bruno’s mind and he swallowed hard. Then, he took a step toward her and hoped that wasn’t a new dress she was wearing because he was about to rip it from her body with his teeth.
When Bruno made no reply, she turned around and headed for the door.
Quickly sliding open his top desk drawer, he snatched a remote from inside and clicked it.
At once, his woman stopped in her tracks as the door locked and a partition rolled across the window between his office and Marco’s.
The room dimmed to an intimate twilight.
She spun around and scowled at him. “Unlock that door, Bruno!”
A slow, sly grin crossed his lips. “Make me.”
“Make you?” She huffed, storming right up to him and glaring into his eyes.
Bruno looked down into her eyes and seizing her brown curls at the back of her head he thrust her back down against his desk, pinning her. Consequences be damned, he was taking what he wanted.
“I meant it. Fire them, Bruno!” she sneered. “It’s me, or them.” Her face was so redit looked like she was boiling through her skin.
Crushing his lips to hers, he kissed her into submission.
She quieted finally and then clung to him as her legs weakened.
Slowly, Bruno removed his lips from hers and his greedy eyes traveled over her body...She was too clothed.
At once, Bruno lifted her entire body onto the desk and her Italian passion came alive in her eyes. They made out like they hated each other, raw, rough, and uninhibited. Buttons popped, tongues fought angrily.
Roaming his callusedhands over every inch of her flesh, his cock pressed against her belly-button, he lifted her up so that it fell between her legs.
Suddenly, Annie went rigid, tense, fingers gripping his stone biceps. “Bruno! The window! Shit. They can see us.”
Bruno smirked. “All they can see is a mirror.” He barely gave her a chance to let the breath out she’d been holding when he spun her around and slapped her bare ass. Pressing up against her, his swelling cock pushed up against her butt cheeks.
Reaching around, she took hold of his dick.
She should have known better.
Bruno was a control freak, he pushed her hand away.
His cock found her soft center and he thrust in slowly.
Over and over, he drove into her from behind, right to the core. His engorged cock moved faster, thrashing against her walls, and he didn’t relent as she cried out, screamed, moaning into orgasm.
He came with a growl and stopped, then rolled her slowly onto her back.
He stared at her eyes from above, her cool blue eyes seemed to burn hot tonight. And he was to blame. He knew he’d spoiled her, corrupted her, spoiled her rose-tinted perception of life. Despite her soft exterior, she was hardened to his world now. Strong. Cynical. Distrusting. She’d always be his, but she’d never again be the innocent she once was.
Bruno only hoped he could live with that guilt.
Chapter Seventeen
You can’t trust anybody in this world…
Five Years Later…
Bruno came into work early, his eyes curtained behind dark Armani shades. He grabbed a coffee and settled into his chair at his desk. He hated coffee. He’d hardly slept last night, too much on his mind. He had the highest pay check, but he also had the worst headaches, sleepless nights. Insomnia had become the norm. He realized something else as well. He had buckets of cash, and yet he was stressed about money. Probably more stressed than he’d ever been. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful for this opportunity, but he felt strangely weighed down. Even stranger was the sharp pinprick of regret for who he had become. Small, but it was there.
By the time he’d put his briefcase on the table and opened it, his body was ready for a bit of shut-eye. Reclining his chair back, he closed his eyes.
