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Her eyes flash with a defiance I love so much. “You don't always get your way, Conrad.”
I step closer, invading her space until she has to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. “I think you'll find I absolutely do.” I brush my thumb across her lower lip, still swollen from where she bit it while coming. “Now, you can either take me up on one of my two offers, or I can throw you over my shoulder, take you to a private cabin in the woods, and spank you until all the brattiness is drained out of you.”
Her pupils dilate at the threat, and I can see her throat work as she swallows. “You wouldn't dare.”
“Try me.” I'm dead serious, and she must see it in my eyes because she takes a half-step back.
“Fine,” she mutters, crossing her arms over her chest. “I'll let your driver take me home.”
I feel a stab of disappointment but hide it well. “Henry, it is.” I pull out my phone and send a quick text. “He'll be out front in two minutes.”
Her phone buzzes, and she pulls it out of her purse, squinting at the screen. I can't help myself—I reach out and snatch it from her hand.
“What the fuck?” she protests as I swipe to unlock it. No passcode. That’s a risky move, but works in my favor.
I navigate to her contacts, adding my name and number. Then I hit call, feeling my own phone vibrate in my pocket. I let it ring once before disconnecting.
“There,” I say, handing it back to her. “Now you have no excuse not to answer when I call.”
She snatches her phone back, glaring at me like I've just committed a felony. “You could have just asked for my number like a normal person.”
I shrug, enjoying how the flush on her cheeks deepens with her irritation. “I could have. Or I could have literally just called Santiago and gotten it. But here we are.”
“Unbelievable,” she mutters, shoving her phone back into her pocket. “Is this how you got so rich? Just taking whatever you want without asking?”
“Pretty much.” I don't bother hiding my smirk. “It's worked out well for me so far.”
She shakes her head, brushing past me toward the exit. “I'm leaving now. Your driver better be there.”
“He will be.” I watch her walk away, admiring the sway of her hips even as she tries to storm off with dignity. “I'll call you tomorrow, Katarina.”
She flips me off without turning around, pushing through the exit door with more force than necessary. The door slams behind her, and I'm left alone in the hallway, the scent of her still clinging to my skin.
Chapter 12
Katarina
The leather seat of Conrad's fancy car feels like it's mocking me. Everything about this night is so fucked up I can barely wrap my head around it.
I shift uncomfortably, my thighs still sticky and my pussy throbbing from the most intense orgasms of my life. And no underwear. Because Conrad fucking Gallo ripped them off me and pocketed them like some kind of trophy.
Henry, Conrad's driver, keeps his eyes firmly on the road. Does he know what happened back there? Does he know his boss just tongue-fucked me into oblivion in a glorified gloryhole?
God, I hope not.
“We're almost there, Miss DeLuca,” Henry says, his voice perfectly professional, giving nothing away.
“Thanks,” I mutter, staring out the window at the passing streetlights. My reflection stares back at me. I’ve looked worse, but I’m definitely looking thoroughly fucked even though I technically wasn't.
My mind keeps replaying everything. The way Conrad's voice dropped an octave when he called me kitten. The feeling of hisfingers stretching me open. The way he’s the first man to make me squirt.
And then finding out he's my fucking boss is like the damn icing on the cake. How the fuck did Santiago never tell me that? Not how, but why actually.
I should be furious. I should be planning to quit my job tomorrow and file a sexual harassment lawsuit. But instead, I'm sitting here with my thighs pressed together, trying to ignore the ache between them that's begging for more.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
The car rolls to a stop in front of my apartment building. The dingy four-story walkup looks even shittier from the backseat of a luxury car.
