I knew she was trying to get under my skin. As much as I hated it, I knew she was fucking getting it right. “You know, Printessa,” I murmured as I roughly grabbed her chin. And as I expected, she didn’t even flinch. Her attitude and dominance made me crave her even more.
Most women trembled in my presence. Since a young age, I have noticed that I have this effect. Whether it was my huge build, my strong demeanor, or the authority in my voice, I didn’t know. But there was something there. Most don’t even talk as fear paralyzes them, but not her, not Carla. She loves pushing my buttons, it seems. “I’m tempted to fuck that sassiness right out of your mouth,” I said, smirking. My thumb pressed hard against her bottom lip as I forced her pretty mouth open.
“So, pretty but stubborn,” I added, chuckling as her body reacted to my touch. I could feel the tension between us. Her eyes sparkled as she breathed in heavily. I knew she was holding back with all her might. Speechless,” I muse as I abruptly let go of her chin.
“Far from it!” she spat back, wiping her mouth. She sounded pure and innocent, yet we both knew she wasn’t. “I just don’t want your dick in my mouth,” she added, tilting her head slightly. A strand of hair slipped from the messy bun to rest on her cheek.
I wanted to grab her and tangle my fingers in her hair. I desperately wanted to feel her warm mouth closing around my dick again. Glancing around, I noticed some people entering.
“That’s what you’re saying now,” I replied. Brushing the strand of hair back behind her ear, I deliberately moved down her neck. She was so perfect. Her eyes widened slightly. Leaning closer, the sweet aroma of vanilla and strawberry caught me off guard.
It was my new favorite. I felt a throbbing in my pants as my dick reacted to her. Whispering into her ear, I lightly grazed her lobe with my lips. “You know, Printessa, it’s taking every fiber of my being to control the animal inside. To not bend you over and settle this here and now.”
Pulling back, our eyes met. Her stare penetrating. Before I could kiss her, my phone started ringing. I considered ignoring it but knew this wasn’t the place. I heard a mumbling stir up from some of the people. Pulling away, I took it out and looked at the screen.
“Saved by this meaningless device,” I said, frustrated.
She smiled and nodded her head to the side, showing me how to go outside. “I’ll be back,” I said, moving past her to the door. Swiping left, I answered the call and stepped out. “What?” I asked impatiently.
“The meeting is tonight. The client will meet you at the model show around eight. Table against the stage,” a voice boomed into my ear.
Before I could reply, I heard the click as the line went dead. Staring at my phone, I felt unsettled. Avgust usually lets me know about meetings. This wasn’t our usual way. But it was an important client, and I would have to accept some changes.
Turning, I went back into the library. I scanned the rows of books and tables, but she was no longer around. Looking at my watch, I saw I only had three hours to get everything in place. “Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath as I headed back out.
The drive back was quick and long at the same time, as my mind wandered. The low purr of the engine barely registered over the chaos in my head. Her scent still clung to me. So sweet, wild, and unmistakable, her. It seemed to be lingering on my skin, in the air around me. Or it had soaked into my shirt. I inhaled deeply, letting it settle in my lungs. She was so intoxicating. I wanted more of her.
It wasn’t just her body haunting me. It was her entire being. That sharp tongue she uses to fire off her sassy remarks. I knew she wasn’t afraid of me. She was too witty, bold, and impossible to tame. Most women just went along, but she challenged me, and I loved it.
Everything about her pulled me in. It dug into me and refused to let go. Even now, surrounded by silence, I could hear the voice and her laughter. Closing my eyes, I could feel her warm lips. She was embedded in my being. I craved her like no other. This spark couldn’t ever be put out.
I sped through the city. Lights streaking by like falling stars. The world outside was a meaningless noise compared to the storm within me. Her voice echoed through my mind, a sweet, addictive melody playing on repeat. Her presence lingered with me even though she wasn’t.
Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I clenched my jaw as I tried to focus. It felt like she was in my blood, under my skin, crawling inside of me. I would never be free of her. I stopped before the mansion and sat for a moment.
After a couple of deep breaths, I got out and headed inside. The cool night air didn’t do anything to clear the fog in my head. I step inside, moving past the staff to my room. They moved around me like shadows, already aware of the importance of this evening. Everything had to go as planned.
I knew I had to get Clara out of my head. But I wasn’t sure how. She was craftier than I predicted, sharper than most. I thought I had her, but she slipped through my fingers like melted butter. She escaped my grasp before I knew what had happened. But this chase was far from over.
There would be no rest until I had her and could make Kolya pay. He would feel my wrath, my anger, and my pain. He will know what it feels like when your world crumbles and you have no control.
I adjusted my tie in the mirror. I hated wearing them; I always battled getting them to sit right. Why was it so complicated? After struggling a bit, I left it as is. I didn’t want to lose my temper. I might end up burning it, and it was a gift from Zhenya, so I knew I couldn’t.
She had a bad taste in everything, including ties. Staring at it, I remembered how excited she was when she gave it to me. But I’ve only worn it twice. “I’m doing this for you,” I whispered as I wiped the single tear from my cheek. The thought of almost losing her was still very present.
“Fuck,” I breathed out as I turned away. I hated it when I got emotional. Closing my eyes, I gathered myself. After a deepbreath, I was ready. I was more determined than ever to get her, to make Kolya pay for what he did.
I arrived late, as usual, at the show. But I was on time for the meeting. Entering the private event, I scanned the people. There were a couple of high rollers for sure, as the place was packed with bodyguards.
Hearing the sweet, faint laughter, I swung around. My pulse quickened, and my palms turned sweaty. Clara was here; that was her laughter. I could almost smell her. My eyes darted from one face to the next. There were quite a lot of people I knew and some unfamiliar ones, too.
Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I turned sharply. The stocky man behind me stepped back and turned to the side. He waved his hand to the table at the back, by the side of the stage. I saw the client waiting and remembered why I was there.
As I moved to the table, I could hear her laughter clearer. Her presence was pushing into me even though I couldn’t see her yet. I sat down, forcing myself to concentrate. I wanted to stick my nose in the air and follow her scent. But I had to get through the meeting first.
Fuck, I thought as I nodded at the client. She was turning me into an obsessed psychopath. I felt like I was losing my mind. I took the envelope from my breast pocket and slid it across the table.
The skinny man shifted his glasses onto his nose, opened the envelope, and looked inside. He nodded at the guard behind me, who then handed me another envelope. Looking inside, I saw the printed notes. These sheets contain all the new information on the delivery schedules we need.
