Page 117 of Undeniably Corrupt
I shake my head and adjust myself in his lap. “Nuh-uh. Not like that, it’s not.”
“Who says? I’m the boss. I run the company.”
“Vander, I can’t let you do that.”
“You can because it’s already done. It all went through this morning. And now that you know what I do, you should also know that I’ve bankrupted your fuck nugget ex, and all of his money is now sitting in an offshore account for you.”
My head is spinning, and I can feel a migraine coming on, and I don’t even get migraines. “I don’t even…” I trail off and regroup. “Vander, you can’t…” No, that’s not working either.
He covers my mouth with his hand. “It’s your money, Angel. Everything he stole from you plus child support. Honestly, it’s not nearly enough. He has no clue who took it, but I highly doubt he’d be dumb enough to ask you about it.”
“I…” I mumble through his hands. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You could say thank you and then suck me off to show your gratitude.”
I laugh and smack his shoulder as I push his hand away from my mouth. “Thank you. Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll get on my knees for you later.”
“All these promises.” He grins but turns serious again. “I didn’t pay off your credit card debt. I wanted to, but I knew you’d be pissed if I did, and that would be overstepping.”
“Again,” I add.
“Again,” he amends.
“And yes, I would have been pissed.”
“The money in that account should cover it.”
“So I can move out.”
His hands slide under my dress, tugging on it so it slips out from between my legs, making it so the only barrier between us is his pants, and my bare pussy is right over his hard dick.
“No. That wasn’t part of the deal. We said you’d look at places but not move out.” His thumbs brush back and forth along my inner thighs, slowly working their way up.
I slap at his hands, trying to stop him. “Yousaid that. I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re not moving out, Liora. It’s not safe.”
“It’s not safe to continue to live with you,” I counter.
His hand shoots up, and his thumb instantly presses right in on my clit.
“What are you doing?”
“Touching what’s mine.”
“Are you kidding me? Here?”
He smirks. “No. You’re right. Not here.”
In a heartbeat, he lifts me up and sets me on my wobbly feet, teetering in my heels. Before I can get my bearings, he spins me around, and suddenly my cheek is pressed against the cool wood of the table. A rush of air tumbles from my lungs.
“This is much better.” His mouth hovers by my ear. “I want to fuck my angel from behind on my conference table. And because both are mine to do with as I please, I will.”
Holy shit. Why is that so wickedly hot?
“Someone will hear or come looking for us.”
I cry out a yelp as he flips my dress up above my waist, exposing me completely to him.
