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It only takes one hard shove for him to fall backwards into the water. I don’t wait around to watch him struggle. I hear splashes and heated curses but I don’t look back, storming into the kitchen, sliding andlocking the patio door behind me.
Chapter 25
Mysockssquelchwithevery step I take up the stairs. I got rid of my shoes somewhere between here and the kitchen window I had to shimmy into. I’m dripping wet, my thousand dollar suit stinking of pool water but I can’t seem to wipe this fucking grin off my face. Being forcefully plunged into a body of water should have had the same effect as getting my balls dunked into a vat of ice cubes, but I’m as hard as ever.
Seeing Lenix’s face twist in anger was almost as gratifying as watching her come undone while having my fingers deep inside her pretty little cunt.
Almost.
I tilt my head to the left when I reach the top of the stairs, water still sluicing down my body and onto the floor. I make a mental note to leave a hefty tip for my housekeeper tomorrow. Lenix’s door is closed.
I could find my way inside.
There’s a master key tucked inside one of the locked drawers of my desk. It would be so easy to force my way in.
To punish her.
The fiend rattling inside of me knows she would fight too. And I grin even wider. I would find a way. In any case I’d hate fuck her into supplicating my name like I was threatening to possess her soul.
Fuck.
Hearing her mouth outI hate youwhile I pushed my fingers inside of her, her pupils blown so wide I could have easily peered into the very depths of her, was an absolute delicacy. My depraved soul sang for her spite. And now that I’ve had a small taste again, I need more. I want to eat at the table of Mrs. Connor Maxwell until I’ve had my fill. And right now? I’m insatiable.
But it’ll have to wait.
I stroll into my room and close the door. I peel the clothes off my damp skin and head for the shower. Something tells me Lenix is expecting me to react. After all, I’m not known for my impulse control. But this is one instance when my control will come with a reward later. I just know it will. I don’t need instant gratification if I know the delayed treat will be even better—tastier.
I turn on the hot water and wait for the steam to rise before stepping in. My cock aches, throbbing like it's agreeing with my plan. I fist it hard, my other hand braced against the wall near one of the shower heads. It’s easy to envision Lenix on her knees in front of me, her full lips open, her eyes shining and eager to swallow what I give her. I don’t last a fucking minute. My neck cords with tension as I keep the image of her behind my closed eyelids while I come hard and fast.
Maybe the sane part of me should worry that this little arrangement between us has already turned sexual and it’s barely been a week. Luckily, I’m not on friendly terms with sanity. That would just be boring. Most of the time, it just gets in the way of doing business. I file away all the deviant plans I’m coming up with at lightning speed for later, and climb into bed.
I sleep like a fucking baby.
It’s early the next morning, I’m in my study, busy answering emails and looking through a few documents Bastian sent over for me to read before the meeting in half an hour. Lenix is still somewhere in the house, somehow I can feel her around. I would rather ignore why I sense her presence in this way. Nothing good can come of it. Nothing good ever comes from me peering into the darkness staring back at me. It’s risky. And I don’t have the patience for it anyway. My head jolts up, hearing a faint jingling like the sound of bells chiming over a door. I take a deep breath and dismiss it, looking back down at the screen—there are no bells in my entire fucking house.
Speak of the devil… or in this case, speak of Lilith and she appears.
Lenix prances in like she fucking owns the place. Her black hair is straightened and pulled up high into a ponytail, large gold hoop earrings adorning her face, her makeup seeming to accentuate her already flawless eyes and skin. My jaw clenches hard in irritation.
Or, what I think is irritation.
“Have a nice swim?” she says instead of a good morning. Her tone is laced with so much insolence that I decide on the spot that twelve hours is long enough to begin retaliation. An idea quickly etches itself so perfectly in my mind, it’s like Michelangelo himself took a paintbrush to the image.
I erase all evil delight off my face and stare her down.
“I didn’t invite you in here, Lenny.”
She gives me a mock pout, her pink babydoll dress swishing against her thighs while she struts over to my desk, her index finger trailing over the mahogany wood. “What’s wrong Connie baby? I thought what was mine is yours—in this case what’s yours is mine.”
Her ponytail falls to the side brushing against her shoulder as she tilts her head, her ass now resting against my desk and my attention zeroes in on the small dent the hard corner makes against her supple body.
She’s mocking me. She’stauntingme on my own turf and I’m too busy staring at her ass.
Fucking Christ.Get yourself together.Am I getting bewitched or some shit? I clear my throat and stretch, locking my palms together behind my head, slowly swiveling my chair towards her. I don’t miss the small dip of her gaze towards my widening legs and that’s just enough for me to regain my composure and step up to the bat. I don’t say a single word—just watch her watching me. She’s losing her resolve by the second. When she realizes I’m not about to take the bait, she rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the desk.
“I just needed you to sign off on a few things for the event in April. Figured since we live under the same roof, I’d just hand deliver them for you to have a look before I leave for the office.” Her face has fallen serious, bored and slightly irked, almost as if this whole charade was one giant act.
How sofuckingsurprising.
