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Killian nods but stops me before I get even a few steps. “But Neil wanted to see you first. He’s upstairs in his office.” He points to a staircase behind the bar.
It takes effort to keep the frown off my face, but ever the actress, I smile and head upstairs. As I ascend, I hear muffled, but loud, voices coming from down the hallway. I keep my steps slow and measured, eager to find out as much as I can, while I can. Unfortunately, even as I approach the door, the voices are still too muffled to make out.
I can hear what sounds like Neil’s voice and another very deep man's voice that I don’t recognize. A loud shout, punctuated by something being hit or possibly thrown, rings out. I jump back, luckily right before the door swings open.
A man steps out and my eyes widen. He’s a fucking beast! He looks almost seven feet tall with a scar down one side of his face. He glowers at me, his lips twisted in a grimace, and walks away.
I hesitate for a moment, but the door is still open. Neil wanted to see me, so I step into the doorway and knock lightly on the open door.
“Knock-knock,” I say with a small smile as I peek my head in.
Neil is sitting on the edge of a large mahogany desk. He looks flustered with his hair standing on end, though the suit gives him a commanding look. Unlike downstairs, this room is dark and feels more like an office dungeon rather than the playroom the rest of this place does. There are no windows, and I have to keep the shiver from showing on my skin.
“Come in,” Neil's voice says gruffly.
My eyes land on another woman seated in front of him. She’s older than me, maybe in her forties, with brown hair streaked with silver and dressed in a modest black dress. Her expression is hard and the look she gives me would make a lesser woman cringe. The lines of her face speak of long years and great stories.
Neil pays no attention, typing away on his phone again. It doesn’t take me long to figure out who she must be.
“Hi, I’m Echo.”
The woman gives me an even more unimpressed look and doesn’t reply. Just as the moment begins to get awkward, Neil slams his cell down.
“Fuck!” he shouts, breathing heavily through his nostrils for a moment.
The other woman and I both don’t say anything until his eyes come up and land on me. The heated and furious look on his face would have another girl running, but all I see is opportunity.
“Deirdre, get the fuck out of here for a sec. Don’t go far.”
The woman stands, brushing invisible lint from her skirt, and walks out. She holds her head high and walks almost regally. She doesn’t look at me once as she passes, closing the door behind her.
Neil’s eyes never leave mine, the hunger in them only growing. A smile curves on my lips because, honestly, I missed this. I know I’m a ten, and it isn’t cockiness if it’s true. I’m fucking gorgeous, and men are fucking idiots. They see a beautiful woman in revealing clothes and assume we are the dumb ones.
Biting my lip, I bring a hand up to pull one of my spaghetti straps down, letting it fall down my arm. Neil’s eyes narrow and he takes two long steps, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around.
Once again, he doesn’t bother to take off my panties. He just shoves my tight dress up and pushes them to the side. I try to brace myself against the door, but he immediately grabs my hands and pulls them back behind me.
I let out a real cry as my shoulders are yanked brutally behind me. I force myself to put the pain out of my mind, turn it to pleasure. The pleasure of knowing that my vengeance will be sweet, and soon. The pleasure of my power over the man who thinks he’s the one holding me down.
He knows nothing.
The cry seems to only spur him on further, and he thrusts his solid length into me. I can’t move, can only wait as I’m held down and fucked.
He may be more of a challenge than I first made him out to be, but an alpha man is nothing I can’t handle.
I have to close my eyes and focus on my own orgasm. It’s slower to rise this time, pain doesn’t really do it for me. Despite that, and the grunting man behind me, I let myself turn inward. A smile graces my face and my lips part as I forget the man who is behind me.
Me. My pleasure is all that matters. If I could, I’d bring my hand down to my clit, but instead, my mind spurs me closer and closer to that peak.
“Fuck,” he grunts again behind me, ever Mr. Original.
“Mmmmm,” a low hum comes from my throat, spurring him on further.
His grip tightens over my wrists and my hum turns into a whimper. My wrists and arms are on fire, pulled back so far, and obviously forgotten by the asshole behind me. My teeth clench together, and it gets harder to force enjoyment from this moment.
He lets go suddenly, and his hands immediately go to my hips. A real moan escapes my lips as the angle shifts and he hits the perfect spot.
“Fuck yes,” I moan, spreading my hands on the door in front of me.
