Caterina’s turning me into something I hardly recognize, my heart thumping against my ribs all because a car’s pulling up to the house. At least Roger doesn’t notice—yet, that is. I keep it up, and it won’t take long.
As I watch, she parks the car, then sits behind the wheel for a minute. If I were a betting man, I’d say she’s afraid to get out.
Afraid of what?Of my anger or of coming close to the crackling temptation between us? I made the right choice ending things where I did. I was on the cliff’s edge of control, ready to tug my pants down and sink my cock deep inside her.
And most likely destroy her friendship with my kid. A friendship that means the world to both of them.
Fuck.Everything’s stacked against me getting what I need. Like trying to do the right thing for Caterina’s sake isn’t difficult enough to live with.
I hold my breath as she opens her door. She’s in workout clothes, which only adds fuel to my raging anger. She knows damn well we have a gym here, yet she’d rather go elsewhere. It’s not the fact of her going somewhere else that bothers me. It’s that she’s doing it to avoid me, and while I can’t blame her, I don’t like it.
She needs to be punished.The mere thought makes all the blood run straight to my cock. It’s hard in seconds, begging to slide deep into her clenching pussy. So tight and sweet. I can’t wait for her to milk me.
Cross that line, and you can’t go back. Break her spirit, and there’s no putting the pieces together. Can you live with that? Can you live with yourself?
Fuck. I’m losing it.
I stare at the screen harder, ignoring my throbbing cock. Look at her, almost tiptoeing to the front door, using the key since her fingerprint hasn’t been programmed into the security system. She’s hiding. Like that’s even possible. Like I couldn’t kick down her door any time I please.
My hand moves over the hard wood of the desk, touching the place where her glistening juices pooled. Juices I need to either taste again or die. But first, to deal with a little girl who honestly believes she can run away from me.
“That’ll be it for tonight,” I decide, pretending my cock isn’t hard as steel under the desk.
Roger makes a big deal of checking the time on his wrist. “Turning over a new leaf? This is the second time this week you’ve called an early night.”
I grit my teeth, fighting to keep my instincts in check. “If you need to keep working, do it in your cottage. I’m taking the night off to relax.”
“Whatever you say, boss.” He nods and exits, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a growing sense of anticipation.
I’ve spent too many sleepless nights fixating on what I swore I’d never touch or taste again. Look where that got me. Caterina thinks she can avoid me, that hiding away will be enough. I was a jerk, but I didn’t expect her to retreat so deeply. I won’t let her pull away any further.
Driven by frustration, I storm out of my office and head toward the other wing. Her stubbornness is about to meet its end.
I’ve wasted enough time trying to be decent. Trying to avoid her has only given her the wrong impression. It's time to show her that escaping me isn’t an option.
My hand clenches and relaxes rhythmically with my quick strides, itching to remind her of her place. She won’t be able to ignore me after tonight.
I pass Tatiana’s vibrantly decorated office and her walk-in closet. As expected, Caterina left her bedroom door open, underestimating my resolve.
The shower is running, and light spills from the open bathroom door. I sit on the edge of the bed, illuminated by the glow, imagining her reaction when she sees me.
She hums contentedly, believing she’s managed to evade me. I expected more resistance, but she’s made it clear she thinks she can control the situation. My anger overrides any lingering guilt or desire.
When the water stops, my anticipation sharpens into urgency. My heart pounds as I hear the bathroom door open, and soon, her towel-clad figure appears in the doorway.
“Oh!” She gasps, startled. Her hands clutch the towel tightly, her eyes wide with fear. Her slim form trembles, her dark hair clinging to her wet skin.
That’s what breaks me. The way she tries to hide even now, covering her dripping body from me. A body with the power to make me forget what I came here for. I was enraged seconds ago, but I can barely remember why.
Because, holy fuck, she is perfect. So innocent and entirely at the mercy of the primal lust that has swept my rage aside.
Take. Claim.That’s all I want now.