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Chapter Thirty-One
RORY
After Alistair’s early morning visit, I couldn’t sleep. I tried, but I tossed and turned. The smell of him, pure man, saturated my sheets. The sensation of his tongue dragging down my pussy and his strong, sure fingers inside of me lingered.
It’s all that fills my thoughts and leaves me breathless and confused.
Why did he do it?
Why did I let him?
Yes, I needed to get off, but I knew that crossed a line, even more than sucking Maddox’s cock. This was letting him take control of me, having complete power over me by knowing what I taste like and what I look like in the throes of passion. But even now, I wouldn’t change a thing. So, at around four AM, I get up and decide to get ready for the day, sick of my own turbulent thoughts. Luckily, today is Friday, so I have the weekend to gather my wits and return to being the ice-cold personal assistant. I need to go back to this job with a straight face on Monday.
I shower off the whispers of his hands and tongue, washing my hair thoroughly before I step out and wrap myself in a towel. However, I can still feel those big hands on my thighs and his tongue tracing me intimately.
Fuck.
Today is going to be awkward.
I wander to the closet and spot the outfit waiting there. Someone must have done it before Alistair invaded my apartment and made me come so hard, I saw stars. Today it’s a dress. I hold it up and sigh, wondering who picked it out, because it’s beautiful. It’s low cut, of course, so I won’t be able to wear a bra, the deep V interrupting the gray and white gingham print. The dress is soft, and when I drop the towel and slip into it, it clings to my curves. Turning, I eye myself in the mirror. Unlike most of the others, this one reaches mid-thigh and drapes farther down in a soft swirl. There are two slits up either side, displaying my legs as I walk. I turn farther and see that the fabric clings to my ass like a glove, meaning I won’t be able to wear panties, but damn does my ass look good.
Sitting at the vanity, I dry my hair and put on my makeup. I wear more today than normal, donning it like war paint. Nerves fill my belly, so I want to look more confident and put together than I feel. I line my lips and fill them in with a deep burgundy matte lipstick before I wing my liner and add some mascara and blush. My hair is still slightly damp, even after using the hairdryer. Lathering some mousse in my hands, I scrunch it through my curls and leave it to dry the rest of the way naturally.
I slip into the high, shiny black heels and add the necklace they provided before grabbing my handbag and heading out. Mischief is still asleep, snoring away happily on the sofa, so I lean down and kiss him before refilling his food and leaving a note for the walker, Mackenzie. She won’t be here until later, so I slip out of the door quietly and ride down the elevator to the parking garage.
When I slide into the Ferrari, I check the clock to see it’s five-thirty AM. Sighing, I decide to stop for coffee and a bagel on the way to the office, even though I know I’m only delaying the inevitable.
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I eventually forcemyself to head into the building. Luckily, I seem to be here first, which is a rare occurrence. I sit behind my desk, nursing my coffee nervously. Will it be awkward? What tasks will they have me endure today? Maddox and Alistair crossed a line…so does that mean all bets are off?
Will they do whatever they want to me now? I don’t know the answer, and my stomach clenches at the thought, even while my pussy basically begs ‘yes, please’like a thirsty bitch. More than that though…do they know I took the USB? What if they do? Will I end up dead? Will they play with me first?
All these questions crowd my brain, making it hard to relax. My body is tightly strung, waiting for the blow to come. My belly rolls, and I almost throw up the bagel I forced down my throat. My brain is running a mile a minute, but it comes to a screeching halt when the elevator doors open with a ding, emitting Maddox. He blinks when he sees me, a small smile tugging up the corner of his lips before he dashes it away.
His eyes run over me appreciatively as I wait to see what mood the Beast will be in today. Kind…ish? Cold? Lustful or mean? Without a word, he storms past me and into his office. Sighing, I stand, smooth my hands down my dress, and move to the coffee machine to make his morning drink before he shouts at me.
Cold it is.
With shaky hands, I push into the office. His dark head is bent over his desk as he reads through some papers, so I scurry forward, place the mug next to his right hand, and step back. I turn to run away when his voice stops me. The sharp, barked command stills my heart for a moment.
“Wait.”
I turn back, catching my lip in my teeth as I meet his dark eyes. My hands curl before my belly, tangling together as my breathing picks up, remembering the way they bored into me while his cock rammed down my throat. The feel of his desire, the way he let go…the taste of his cum. With one look, that knowledge is exchanged again, both of us aware that the final barrier between us broke last night. He tried to use me, but instead, he ended up losing himself.
For a man like Maddox? Unbelievable.
I can tell it’s eating away at him. He wants to regain control, to balance out the power, and right now, he’s doing it the only way he knows how—commanding me, ordering me around—and that sick, twisted part of me loves it and is screaming in anticipation for what he might do next.
Will it hurt? Will it feel good?
“Shut the door,” he orders, leaning back in his chair, his voice deep and gravelly with repressed anger and desire. His dark eyes never leave me, possessively roaming down my body, filled with knowledge only someone who has been intimate with me can have.
Swallowing, I turn on shaky legs and shut his office door before returning to the same spot in front of him, which makes him smile slightly. “Good little pet. I don’t want my brothers seeing what’s coming next. This moment is all fucking mine.” He groans, running his tongue across his teeth as he watches me.
I know that means whatever he’s going to do will either be very bad or very good. Either way, I’m all in. Even if he ordered me to, I couldn’t leave now. Last night was incredible, and I find myself wanting to follow his commands, to find out what else it could lead us to. It’s a thin line between me hating him and still wanting his brand of pleasure.
“What do you want from me?” I ask, being brave. I don’t mean now, but in general, and in his eyes, I see he knows what I’m asking.
