Page 20 of Devilish Bully
I turn to walk away, but he moves in front of me.
“As much of a distraction as you are to me, Miss Clarke,” he says, his voice terse, “no, you can’t work anywhere else except here because you and I are the only two people working on this part of the IPO.”
“We barely talk to each other.”
“We’re talking now.”
“Only because you’re upset that I pointed out how terrible you are again.” I glare at him. “You know what? Everyone on the C-Suite agrees with me.”
“You can go back to your work now,” he says. “This conversation is over.”
“Okay.” I turn away and pick up a stack of files. I stuff them into my briefcase. “I’ll be back for more later, Mr. Pearson. Thank you.”
I rush toward the door, but I can feel his heavy footsteps behind, and before I know it, he grabs my waist and pushes me against the wall.
“Back away from me,” I say, “Or I’ll scream.”
“I’ll risk it.”
His mouth crashes against mine, hard and claiming, and before I can shove him away his hand slides beneath my dress. His fingers find the soaked heat between my thighs, pressing through the thin scrap of lace until I’m gasping against his lips.
The sound only urges him on. He pushes his tongue past mine, filthy and rough, swallowing every whimper as he drags my panties aside. I moan into his mouth as he sinks two fingers inside me, curling deep like he owns me already.
“Ride them,” he growls against my lips, and I hate how quickly I obey, rocking my hips against his hand as he works me open. The wall digs into my back, his body cages mine, and all I can do is grind harder, wetter, chasing every stroke while his tongue fucks me just as relentlessly as his hand.
The slick sounds fill the air, wet and obscene, and I can feel my release coiling tight—too close, too fast—while he smirks against my mouth like he knows exactly how undone I am. My nails dig into his shoulders, desperate, begging silently for more, and his thumb circles my clit with ruthless precision until I’m trembling, on the brink of falling apart for him.
And just when I’m about to break, he rips his mouth from mine, leaving me gasping, needy, my body clenching around his fingers as he stills them inside me.
His breath is hot against my ear, his voice low and vicious.
“Take those fucking files back to your desk,” he whispers, withdrawing his hand with deliberate slowness, “and don’t ever ask to leave me again.”
THE CEO
LUCIAN
My checklist for the week is simple: stop thinking about Kendall’s mouth, stop staring at Kendall, and—somewhere in between—remember the IPO.
The moment I commit, Kendall looks up from her desk—right at me. Her lips part, like she’s about to break the silence that’s been sitting between us since yesterday, but then she looks down again.
Good idea.
Turning around in my chair, I face the city and I read over today’s agenda: The marketing package.
Ahead of the launch, the board and I need to sell the story of this company so well that it makes people believe in it. So, most of it will be based on fiction instead of facts.
We’re leaning into the “son continues his father’s legacy” angle instead of “son had no life outside of work before taking over, and now he can’t stop until he’s worth ten billion because money is the only thing that’s never disappointed him.”
The latter could be somewhat inspiring, too…
As I’m highlighting the parts of my education that I want to harp on in the press packet, a familiar voice sounds from behind.
“Call off your stupid goons, son,” my father says. “Call them off now!”
I spin around and hold back a sigh. “I could’ve sworn I told security you weren’t allowed up here without a pass.”
“How could you?” He slams down a folder, glaring at me. “I refuse to be used like a pawn in this.”
