“Blanche, let me up this instant, or I’ll—”
“Or you’ll what? Marry someone else? Fuck someone else while I watch, like a petty teenager? And an uninspired fuck, at that. Really, Henry, you know it takes at least a little pizzazz to impress me.”
The fire in his eyes is undeniable, but he can’t control his reaction as I sink down onto him, slowly using him for my pleasure.
“I don’t think anyone has ever had the upper hand with you, have they? Maybe your daddy, I guess…”
The anger in his eyes isdelightful.He’s so mad. I’ve finally shut him up.
“But in case you haven’t noticed, Mr. Sinclair, you’re trapped. You’re going to lie here while I get myself off, then I’m going to leave you here, covered in sweat and my cum, for whoever is first in the office tomorrow to find.”
A softer orgasm takes me by surprise, and he groans as I lift off him. Whether he’s mad, high, tired, or just in shock, I don’t know and don’t care. I’ve accomplished what I needed to. Dressing myself, I pause on my way out and gently push his aching cock into his stomach, my stiletto heel digging into the soft flesh of his balls.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Mr. Sinclair. Have a wonderful night. I hope you sleep well before our big meeting.”
The click of his office door behind me is almost as satisfying as the roar I hear as I reach the elevator. The anger from earlierjoins the renewed ache in my chest, combining to form a feeling I wouldn’t wish on anyone. My revenge tastes sweet on my tongue, though, and I feel perversely excited for tomorrow.
Let’s see what Henry has to say now.
Chapter twenty
This meeting is important. Don’t do anything stupid. Walk in there and act like the goddamn heir to the throne that you are.
Giving my neck one last twist in an attempt to resolve the tension building throughout my body, I steel myself. With my carefully crafted mask of power firmly in place, I push open the door to the conference room where the entire board is waiting. The entire board and my whore of a secretary. No, not a whore. Blanche Bedford certainly doesn't need to be paid for her proclivities. Not after a quick investigation into the Bedfords confirmed they’re quite a well-endowed family, indeed. Not to mention, my little succubus has a trust that could finance a small country. Why the fuck she needs to work for me is still baffling. Maybe she really is a sex demon and came to suck out my soul. Oh well. It’s not like there’s anything much left for her to take, and with a cunt that amazing…there are worse ways to go out.
Fuck! Stop thinking about that bitch. Just keep your attention glued to the wrinkly dinosaurs that work for you.
“Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. I appreciate you taking the time to join me today for this discussion about expanding into Russi—”
“Oh, I have an extra pen! Here you go!”
As my attention instinctively snaps to the goddess at the far end of the table, I realize that I never stood a chance. The pull between us is too strong. She draws me to her with abandon, not once fearing the consequence of what her life might look like should she succeed in my ensnarement.
My blood boils as I watch her charm the men to her right, but even in my anger, I can’t help but admire her beauty. Her dress is perfectly modest and professional, the vision of a perfect young lady.Not the she-devil who tied me up, almost suffocated me getting herself off, and left me bound in my office, hard as a rock.
The silence in the room must finally grab her attention as she turns her focus to me. With her bewitching gaze locked on mine, I fall under her spell once more. All of the information for this expansion that I could’ve recited without error ten minutes ago is lost to me. Time stands still as every head turns my way, waiting for me to continue. Even though there will be consequences from Father for not coming prepared enough to recount the information by memory, I open my folder, hoping a glance will get my head back in the right place.Except, fuck, I can’t even read.
Lifting my eyes briefly, I’m met with Blanche’s smug expression, as if she was waiting for this the whole time. Anger, like nothing I’ve felt, radiates through me, somehow opening a well of other emotions I’ve never allowed myself to explore.
“Clear the room.”
The room empties without further explanation. Or at least, I think it does. The faint sound of chairs rolling backward and footsteps scurrying out fills the room, but my gaze is fixed onthe woman haunting my every thought. Every man in here left without question at my command, yet she remains. I round the table, making my way toward her in a slow stride.
She finally stands as I bridge the gap between us, waiting until I can see the fire raging in her eyes before opening her mouth. “I guess I’ll be at my desk. Let me know if you need anything,sir.” But before she can leave, my hand darts out, wrapping around her delicate neck.
I’m crowding over her with one more step, and for the first time since I walked in this room, I finally feel like the one in control. Our gaze remains locked as I walk her back, only stopping when she’s firmly pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city below.
The image of holding her over the ledge of the building and letting her fall to her death briefly crosses my mind, and I tighten my grip. Her absence from this world might be the only way I ever feel a moment’s reprieve again. I could easily end her life like this, take the air right from her lungs. I could take her breath away.Like she does to me every time I catch a glance of her beauty.
Her face reddens as my hold on her continues constricting her airflow, and I feel her heart rate spike, but the fire in her eyes remains. She knows as well as I do that I could kill her right now, but she shows no fear, even after what she pulled yesterday. If anything, it almost seems like she’s daring me to do it, which bewilders me even more, because I know Blanche loves life.
At last, it hits me what’s so special about this woman. She lives. More than anyone I’ve ever encountered in my three and a half decades exploring the world, Blanche Bedfordlives. To be in her presence is to know life, and regardless of the gilded world I was born into, it’s something I’ve never truly experienced. The drugs, the sex, the games…they were all a means to escape forme, and while she may be just as debauched as I am, it’s an adventure to her.
Now it’s obvious why I can’t seem to let her go. Now that I know what it feels like to truly be alive, an existence without her is a fate worse than death. With my hand still wrapped around her neck, I stop holding back, claiming her mouth as my own. Any anger I felt is gone as our kiss deepens, but when I finally pull back, hers has only grown.
“Get off me, you motherfu—”
Kiss.
