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His tongue tangles with mine, and my knees give out on me. It’s a good thing he’s holding me up against him because I would surely melt at his feet if he wasn’t.
“So motherfucking sweet,” he growls against my lips, “just like I knew you would be.”
He angles my head up to him and deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth in a blatant imitation of the sexual act. It’s raw and dirty, the way he’s kissing me, and it’s rendering me immobile.
If he bent me over his desk right now, I’d be physically incapable of protesting.
That’s why I thank the universe when a knock sounds on his door, jerking us both back to reality.
ChapterFour
Warren
I'm goingto kill whoever knocked on this fucking door and caused Faith to wrench away from me. Her little chest is heaving, and her lips are swollen from my kisses.
My cock jumps in my pants, demanding that I pull her back to me. Sticky precum leaks from the tip, and I know I'm going to have stains all over my boxers, but I don't give a fuck.
“Faith,” I call her name, but she's already turned on her heel and is running from me—again.
I sprint after her, but she opens the door before I can grab her. Matt is standing on the other side. He must see the murderous rage in my eyes because he takes a few steps back and holds his hands up apologetically. “I'm sorry if now's not a good time.”
“I was just leaving,” Faith says as she hurries her way through the door.
“Faith!” I call out her name again, but she ignores me and hits the elevator. I consider going after her but spear my fingers into my hair and let out a roar instead.
I turn back to Matt and point an accusing finger at him. “You're fired!”
He raises an eyebrow but wisely doesn't say a word. Instead, he just walks away, giving me my space.
I storm back into my office and slam the door so hard it rattles in the frame.
“Fuck!” I scream. I've scared her off again. How come everything I do scares this girl off? Why can't I control myself around her? Why do I have to be such a bastard all the time? She hardly knows me and here I am mauling her in my office instead of giving her the professional guidance she was looking for. I can only imagine what she'd say if I'd spoken the filth going through my mind about how I wanted to bust her pussy wide open.
I lose control when it comes to her. I feel like I need to make my move and claim her before somebody else beats me to the punch—like one of those fucking jocks at that school she attends. It's an archaic thought, but I can't help it. The thought of another man's hands on her makes me homicidal.
My cock is still hard as a rock, and I’m more sexually frustrated than I can ever remember being. I'm probably going straight to hell for this, but fuck it. They call me the devil, right? So, what does it matter?
I head over to my desk and pull up all the photos I have of her until I find my favorite one—the one of her with her head thrown back as she laughs. I've cropped that fucking boy out of it.
I stare at her beautiful face as I pull my stiff cock from my slacks and begin jerking hard and fast. I've got to do something to take the edge off.
I'm coming in an embarrassing amount of time, thick ropes jetting up out of me so hard I have to grip the edge of my desk to keep from collapsing. Christ, what this girl does to me. All I have to do is jack off to an image of her face and I'm coming harder than I've ever come in my entire life. If I ever get inside her cunt, it'll probably kill me.
I clean myself up and stuff my still half-hard cock back in my pants. I'm barely sated and nowhere near satisfied. I can still taste the sweetness of her lips and feel how perfect her body felt pressed up against mine, and I know now that I know what it feels like to hold her in my arms, now that I know her lips taste like honey, nothing will ever be enough.
If I was going to forget about her, I should have done it before I touched her because now letting her go is no longer an option. I meant what I told her earlier. I'm a heartless bastard who does whatever he has to to get what he wants, and unfortunately for Faith,sheis what I want.
Faith Ellison is now my obsession, and I'll do everything in my power to acquire her.
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Faith
I wake up to six bouquets of a dozen roses. My roommates ooh and ahh over them and wonder who they're from.
I already know who they’re from even though there’s no signature attached to the notes that just have my name scribbled on them in an elegant scrawl. There are six of them, and six is the devil's number, right?
Ever since I fled Warren’s office yesterday, I’ve been telling myself that it's for the best, that it's not wise for me to get involved with such a rich and powerful man—someone who could potentially be my competitor or peer one day. I plan on having a successful career in the financial sector, so it's probably not the wisest move for me to get involved with the most important player in said sector and then have things not work out between us because, I mean, come on, they won't.
