Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

VAR

F uck, she tasted good.

It had only been one day and already I was craving more.

If she hadn't walked through that door, I would have been on a plane to Italy by nightfall.

The Southside gang were being taught a lesson about interfering in our business by Serg later tonight. And I'd convinced the others Vivian was not a threat.

The only outstanding issue was the forger, but I'd find and deal with them, eventually.

So there was nothing to keep me from claiming her.

Nothing except her rebellious streak, which would have to be dealt with immediately.

She needed to learn that an order was an order, and when I gave one, I expected it to be obeyed.

Especially when her safety was in question.

Breaking the kiss, I slipped my hand behind her neck and pushed her across the room to my desk. Applying pressure, I forced her to bend over it. "Playtime afterwards. Right now, it's time for your punishment."

She sprang up and ran to the other side of the desk. "The fuck it is."

I picked up the riding crop and gestured toward her with it. "If you don't take that dress off and bend your pretty little ass over this desk, there will be hell to pay."

Casting her head about, she lunged to the right and snatched an Albarello, a Mongolian ceramic storage jar in muted blues and greens with a dragon motif.

My lips thinned. "Vivian, don't you dare."

She raised the jar over her head and demanded, "Back off and open that door."

"Not a chance," I growled back.

She launched the jar at my head. It smashed against the black marble fireplace.

Staring at the scattered shards, I glared back at her. "You're lucky that was a reproduction, woman."

Unfortunately, that was the only one, and an unintentional purchase, since I was led to believe it was real at the time. The rest of the Mongolian artifacts in my private office were priceless antiques, some dating back to the time of Chinggis Khan.

Before she could destroy anything else, I vaulted over the desk, knocking off the few items I kept on it, and reached for her.

Fuck the riding crop.

I wanted to feel her skin on my hand.

Snatching her around the waist, I raised her off her feet as I leaned back to sit in my high-backed executive chair. After laying her squirming form over my lap, I gripped the hem of her dress.

"Let me go, you big gorilla!"

My hand skimmed the back of her thigh as I pulled her dress over her ass to anchor it in the curved dip of her lower back. Rubbing my palm over the silk of her ivory panties, I dug my fingers into the fabric and tore them off.

Vivian braced her hands against the edge of the seat and lifted her torso up. Her hair was a wild tangle, half covering her face. "If you don't let me go this instant?—"

I raised an eyebrow. "You'll what? Threaten to call the police again?"

My arm lifted as I watched her eyes widen.

"Var, don't you dare even?—"

I lowered it swiftly over her right cheek.

A satisfying thwack sound reverberated around the room seconds before she cried out.

My cock lengthened at the sound and the press of her stomach as she wiggled and writhed on my lap.

Before she could adjust to the pain, I spanked her left cheek, pleased to see her plump flesh vibrate and wobble under my hand.

Although both cheeks were a delicate pink, I wasn't even close to being done.

I spanked each cheek two more times in rapid succession.

Vivian screamed and kicked her legs out. "You bastard! You'll pay for this!"

I cocked my head to the side. "That doesn't sound like an ‘I'm sorry' to me."

"Fuck you!"

Damn, this woman was fun.

Using my left forearm to keep her anchored on my lap, I continued to spank her bare ass, alternating between her cheeks and her upper thighs. After several more minutes, her creamy skin took on a bright cherry red glow.

I flipped her upright until I was cradling her in my arms. Reaching up, I cupped her jaw and swept at the tears on her cheeks with my thumb.

She sniffed. "I hate your guts."

I chuckled. "Since that is probably as close to an apology as I'm going to get from you, I'll take it."

Her lower lip pushed out in a pout. "It wasn't an apology. I did nothing wrong."

"You were told to get on a plane and wait for me in Italy."

"I was told to get on a plane by some random stranger who then claimed he was going to find me later with a million euros in tow. That's bonkers."

It was irrational and borderline psychopathic, but my anger rose at being called a stranger. I gripped her chin. "My cock has been inside of you. We're not strangers."

She placed her hands on my naked chest.

My cock lengthened even further at the touch of her cool, soft skin.

Her brow furrowed. "A one-night stand is literally called getting some strange."

I shook my head. "You couldn't possibly be this na?ve."

"What?"

"This isn't a one-and-done thing, beautiful. I haven't even begun to take what I want from you."

Before she could object, I lifted her off my lap and onto my desk. She cried out when her sore bottom hit the hard, cold surface. Stretching her legs open, I wrapped my hands around her thighs.

She rose on her elbows and stared down her torso. "Wait! What are you doing?"

"Proving my point."

My breath teased her sweet pussy.

Her hips shifted as she tried to slide back along the desk, away from my mouth.

To teach her a lesson, I sank my teeth into her inner thigh. Not enough to break the skin, but definitely enough to leave a mark.

"Ow!"

"Stay still."

"You don't get to tell me what to do."

"I believe I've just proved otherwise. Now hold your pussy lips open for me."

"No."

I bit her other thigh.

"Ow!"

"Do as you're told."

Her fingers slipped between her legs. Two fingers pushed open her lips. Even in this dim light, I could see the glimmer from her own arousal. The spanking had turned her on, as much as it had me.

I stretched my tongue out to flick her clit with the tip.

Vivian moaned as her head fell back between her shoulders.

Another flick of my tongue and her forearm slipped out beneath her and she fell fully back onto the slick desk surface.

By the time the tip of my tongue was swirling counterclockwise around her clit while applying just enough even pressure, her hips were bucking against my mouth.

Slipping my hand under her hips to cup her ass, I squeezed the bruised flesh as I lifted her body up higher to push against my mouth. God, she was sweet. I could feast on her all day.

Vivian moaned as her thighs clenched around my head.

My balls tightened. My shaft was so hard, there wasn't a chance I wouldn't hurt her when we finally fucked.

Her hips bucked as her fingers slipped from her pussy to brace against the desk. "Oh! Oh!"

"That's it, baby. Come on my mouth."

Her ass cheeks tightened in my grasp as her back arched. A low, keening moan escaped her lips before her limbs relaxed.

I rose and lowered the zipper to my pants. Fuck, I could barely wait to bury my cock so deeply inside of her, she'd taste my come in the back of her throat.

The moment she heard the metal clicks, her eyes flew open.

Sweeping her leg high and over, she scrambled off the desk.

My brow lowered. "Where do you think you're going? Get your ass back here."

Backing away, she shoved the hem of her dress down over her hips. "Absolutely not. We are not fucking again. It was a mistake."

"I'm tiring of hearing you refer to us as a mistake."

"Us? There is no us! You are a freaking criminal who stalked me to my apartment to murder me."

I snatched her around the waist and pulled her against me. "Wrong. I'm now your boss."