Destructively Alluring (2 page)

Suddenly, my brain was twisting with curiosity that my dick was backing up. After all, he rationalized, we needed to know what we were getting into if we were going to get into it.

Jesus, I’m sick.

And hard. So hard and aching deep down in my bones. I was anxious to claim the little trembling body against me.

“Tell me,” I panted, my teeth grazing her jaw. The sound that left her was a bomb, made specifically to turn the walls of my control into ash.

“How far have you gone?…Are you a virgin?” I knew those questions were me taking it too far. I knew it was tactless of me to ask about her sexual history when we were nothing more than employee and employer. Old family acquaintances, at best. I’ve completely crossed the border of ‘sexual harassment’ and if she so chooses, I’m entering the territory of ‘attempted rape’.

“No,” Demi mumbled, tilting her head and giving me more access. “Only once. It was…painful. Short.”

“How old was that fucker?” I snapped, part of me enraged that someone could have access to her body and not treat it right.

Another part of me, I won’t lie, was thrilled as much as it was infuriated. Thrilled because my body was gung-ho to show her pleasure. Infuriated because someone else had the nerve to touch her and
try
to pleasure her first.

“My age. It was around six months ago. Why?”

Her reply should’ve doused the fire eradicating my thought processes. The reminder of her age should’ve force me away from her, but her skin was so mouth-watering that I couldn’t stop licking her.

I licked my way down her jaw. Nibbled. Kept going until I was forced to move her hair back so I could bite lightly at her ear.

“Oh, God,” Demi gasped, her own mouth landing hot against my neck. “Dorian, ” she moaned.

“Fuck,” I choked, my name leaving her mouth like that -breathless, hot, and throaty- nearly bringing me to my knees.

She keened, her face looking like she was
drowning
in me. The sensation literally made me leak in my pants.

I hadn’t been this hard in ages.

I’d thought that just looking and fantasizing about her had forced me back to teenaged hard-ons. But the fact that just tasting her and pressing against her has me about to come in my pants just blew all that out of the water.

“Demi…I want you,” I finally admitted out loud, my hips rotating against her and pressing my cock into her stomach.

I could hear the desperation in my voice. The heavy breaths that were torturing my windpipe.

“God, Dorian. Kiss me,” she begged.

I obeyed. I fucking obeyed because I had no control left over myself and she was now in full command. I pulled back and slammed my lips onto her mouth, sliding my tongue right in and finding hers.

She tasted like pure sex and something sweet, something fruity, and I wanted nothing more than to fall to my knees and eat her.

Just
eat
her.

Demi’s arms came around my neck, pulling me hard into her and every muscle in my body coiled tight.

I was primed.

More than ready.

I lost control of my hands. They slid down her back, the tiny curve of her waist making me groan into her mouth. I slid them lower, moaning when I felt the curve of her ass. I thrust my hips into her as soon as I had her ass cupped tightly in my hands.

“You’re so sexy,” I panted, tonguing her lips and tickling her tongue with my own.

“So…you…God. I’m…”

“You’re what, baby?” I heard myself ask, but I already knew. She was arching into me, her back a delicious curve. Her legs moved restlessly, thighs clenching, and there was no mistaking the heavy lidded stare she was giving me.

Fuck, I wanted the girl. Needed to be deep inside her
now
before I lost the last of my sanity.

“I’m achy…I…”

I didn’t let her finish. My tongue turned brutal, thrusting in and out of her mouth exactly like my dick was dying to thrust in and out of her little pussy. I was being wrecked just imagining how tight she had to be. She was so much smaller than me and there had only been one time before me…

I lifted her, heart thundering inside me and blood punishing my cock. I set her on the desk, thankful it was big as fuck and that my computer wasn’t in her way. Demi let me have my way with her, leaning back and pulling me along with her. She spread her legs, causing her skirt to rise way above her knees.

I heard myself moan as I thrusted roughly against her, pulling her to me and biting down on her neck.

My hands desperately circled her waist, slowly sliding up her torso and moving towards her breasts, where I fully intended to rip apart the buttons in my way. I was dying to get at her tits. My entire awareness, all of my concentration, was zoomed in on the need to feel and see her.

Nothing else mattered.

My phone started ringing. The sound brought us back to reality, freezing all movement, and we were left there, pressed against each other and panting roughly as it continued to ring.

I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from her embrace in time to answer the phone. The call went to voicemail and as soon as I heard who was on the line, I almost lost my shit right there.

“Hey, Dorian. Stephen here. I called Demitra’s desk but she isn’t answering-”

I jumped away from Demitra as if I’d been burned, scrambling to pick up the phone as fast as I could.

“Hey, Stephen,” I said, too fucking cheerfully, and fuck me harder because I knew damned well that I sounded breathless.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Demitra slowly lowering herself off the desk. My body railed at me, telling me to hang the fuck up so I could attack her and finish what we had started, but I refused to give in.

Couldn’t
give in.

I segued into some pointless conversation with Stephen. I think I told him I sent Demi on an errand but couldn’t be sure. My brain was still trapped in a lust-induced haze that was becoming harder and harder to push back.

All I really heard was the tidal wave of guilt and shame that was barraging me as I had her
father
on the other line. A man that was trusting me with her welfare and who would absolutely kill me if he found out what had almost happened a mere minute ago.

What is wrong with you? You act as if you’ve never had pussy before!

Hers. It was hers. I’d never had hers. And I needed to be inside her pussy so badly that I was losing my common sense.

She’s a girl! A young girl that her father has trusted you with!

And I fucking know that!

“Dorian? Are you there?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry. Something just popped up on my screen,” I lied, feeling like a total asshole over it.

“That’s fine. Just tell Demitra to call me when she gets back. See you tonight,” Stephen said, barely waiting for my own goodbye before hanging up.

Demitra was off the desk and I could feel her standing somewhere behind me. Just knowing that she was there made my cock throb painfully. I ran a hand through my hair, inhaling deeply and reaching deep inside myself for the necessary will to walk away. I could sense the tension spreading between us, tainting the air and beginning to suffocate us both.

I should’ve said something then, anything, but I was too ashamed of myself and the intensity of my reaction to her. Ignoring her presence had proven to be easier then turning to her and speaking.

I know I should’ve at least turned to see if she was alright. But I knew that if I laid one eye on her, I was going to forget why I shouldn’t touch her. I didn’t even say where I was going. I just took off and didn’t stop until I was outside my office.

I don’t know why I thought I could escape. I mean, I could leave the office but where was I really going to go? The girl was my intern and even if she wasn’t, she was Stephen’s daughter. There was no way that I could get away from her presence that easily. Not for long. Admittedly, I was panicking and I ran away like a fucking coward.

A lot of good it would do me.

The next few days were about to get unbelievably awkward. Even worse would be the

upcoming weeks. The physical hunger that I had for her wasn’t going anywhere and neither was Demitra.

Things were about to get more complicated than I could’ve ever imagined. And it would all revolve around my idiocy.

Because, really, what else could it be called? I knew where it was going. I knew in my gut that the way that we had left things wouldn’t be the end of us.

And still, I tried to ignore the blazing fire that burned between us. Like I said, idiot.

Three weeks later…

“M
r. Sorenson, you have a visitor .”

Her throaty voice nailed into me again.

I tensed, nostrils flaring as I stared ahead and tried to breathe and get myself back under control. I was so lost in my ‘Demi-fog’ that I didn’t hear the door to my office open. I did, however, almost immediately catch sight of who it was and the moment I saw her, I was out of my seat.

“Monica. What are you doing here?” I asked, watching as she sashayed her way into my office.

Monica was an old friend, for lack of a better term. Honestly, she was also a once-in-awhile lover, one that was always conveniently at hand whenever we crossed paths. I hadn’t invited her over, though, so seeing her had taken me by surprise.

“Hello, Dorian,” Monica said, the tone of her voice lowering across the syllables of my name in that way it always did when she had something specific in mind.

Fuck. Had she come for an impromptu hook-up? Because I really didn’t think I could make things work right at the moment…

Or at any other moment, to be honest.

Shit.

“Dorian,” Monica repeated softly, shaking her perfectly coiffed head.

Dark haired and tanned, Monica was first-generation American, the daughter of a wealthy Italian business tycoon who had expanded to the states before moving here and settling down. She was a beauty with her hazel eyes, there was no doubt of that, but aside from being a brilliant businesswoman she was what you would call ‘emotionally inept’.

Everything hinged on money and looks with her. Nothing new in my world, but my parents had taught me to look beyond those things alone. “Monica,” I repeated, inclining my head. “What can I do for you?”

Monica smiled at me, a smile that I knew very well and a smile that left no doubt as to what she wanted. “Did you forget we have a date tonight?”

Oh, fuck. I’d been beyond
preoccupied.
Of course I’d forgotten all about her.

Hell, I’d also forgotten about the benefit tonight and the fact that we’d agreed months ago to go together. “Of course not,” I lied anyway, stepping from behind my desk. “But the benefit isn’t until seven. I have a lot to do beforehand. Why the early visit?”

I leaned against the front of my desk and crossed my arms, watching as she walked closer. The way her eyes travelled my form was definitely unmistakable and at any other time of my life -oh, say, about three months ago- my cock would have jumped to attention at the invitation.

Surprise, surprise. Given the current state of things, my body wasn’t getting with the program. At all. And the mere thought of fucking Monica in the office while Demitra was outside only served my nonresponse-issue more. To say that the idea didn’t appeal to me in the least would be putting it mildly.

“Dorian,” Monica said, getting too close for me or my body’s liking. “I think we both know why I’m here,” she continued, stepping in front of me and leaving merely an inch of space to spare.

Fucking hell. Move before she gets the wrong idea.

Good point, but for some reason, I felt trapped. The amount of space between us left only one option: push her away so I could get away. I didn’t want her but I didn’t want to risk insulting her, either.

What a fucking predicament.

“Monica, I’m really busy. I really need to get these papers done before the benefit tonight,” I responded. I settled for brushing her off instead, hoping she’d just fucking buy it and leave. It would give me enough time until tonight when I would have to come up with a more believable excuse as to why I couldn’t sleep with her.

Or better yet, find a way to get my body to fucking respond to the attractive woman before me.

Monica gave me a penetrating look, one that clearly stated she could tell something was odd about the way I was acting. She took a step closer and didn’t even give me a chance to react. She just pressed her body against mine and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“What’s wrong, Dorian? You weren’t this…
off
last time we saw each other.”

“Monica, honestly. I have pressing issues to take care of,” I protested lightly, reaching for her arms and wondering how to extricate myself without offending her completely. Which I truly felt I was mere seconds away from doing.

She was right, I knew this. The last time I saw her, months ago, we were still sticking to our ‘agreement’. We saw each other, we fucked. Plain and simple. It was an extremely convenient agreement and one that I had never thought of backing out of while I was still single.

Never, that is, until today.

“Come on, Dorian. It’s been a while on all counts.” And she pulled my head down, pressing her lips insistently upon my own.

I momentarily froze, searching inside me for the necessary response. All the stimulation my body had recently been under had left it sexually starved. By all accounts, I should’ve been jumping at this chance to get relief. But as deprived as my body was, I could feel nothing.

Worse than that, my mind instantly forced me back to that day three weeks ago. The feel and taste of Demitra. Both beyond compare and enough to make Monica’s touch utterly obsolete.

Anger and futility were pounding through me. Monica tilted her head, clearly intent on deepening our kiss just as I was about to reach up and pull us apart.

A loud crash managed to make us jump away from each other. Turning, the first thing I registered was the rapidly spreading brown stain on my white carpet. Next, the tray, its contents scattered around the floor.