Prey Drive by Jen Stevens

Chapter 37

the wolf

my office door even clicks shut, pinning her against the wall with my hips as my mouth moves along her neck, her jaw, her ears, and then back to her lips.

I know I caught her by surprise when I grabbed her hand in Eliza’s office, but I had to prove a point. I had no doubt Eliza was going to give her a hard time—that's why I came for her in the first place. As much as I love my assistant, she blurs the line between employee and family far too often. But when I actually heard her threaten my little Stardust, I snapped.

No one will ever hurt her. Not even in theory.

Of course, my independent little Stardust didn't like the primal show of affection, but that's a small price to pay for her protection. Eliza got the point to back away, and that's all that matters.

I'm sure I'll be hearing about it from her later.

Jovie’s palms press against my chest in a weak attempt to shove me off, though her tongue is still working against mine in her typical dance of want and hate. I take a few more moments to savor her taste before I get chewed out, and then relent. I'm hardly one step away when she begins berating me.

“I can handle myself,” she insists.

“I have no doubt that's true,” I say slowly, watching the line between her brows dig even deeper with her glowering at my patronizing tone. The same hands that were just against my chest are now balled into fists, ready to strike.

“How is your first day going?” I try again, a little more gently.

I'm not used to tiptoeing around anyone like this. I’m not used to fucking caring.

Straightening out her dress, she side-steps me, and walks farther into my office, pacing a burning trail into the floor.

“You told everyone that we know each other,” she accuses.

I round my desk to sit in my chair, shaking my head with my arms crossed over my chest. Mostly to stop myself from reaching out for her again.

“I didn’t tell a soul besides Eliza. Though, I’m sure she had a field day with it.”

“I can't do this. I don't know what I was thinking coming here,” she rushes out. Her pacing ceases, landing her directly in front of my desk.

“What does that mean?”

Biting her lip, she raises her pinched brows. “It means that I shouldn’t have ever taken this job in the first place.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Well, you can’t just leave.”

“Why not? Everyone expects me to be this bimbo, who only got the job because I'm sleeping with the CEO. The worst part is that they aren't even wrong.”

“Yes, they are.” My lips flatten into a tight line in an attempt to stamp out my irritation. Whoever has made her feel like that is going to lose their fucking job today.

“I'll just have to find another way.”

Another way?I have no idea what she’s talking about, and that pisses me off worse than the idea of her leaving. No matter how much I violate her privacy, I still can’t seem to figure her out.

“I'm not going to demand for you to stay, but leaving would be a huge mistake.”

I want to demand it. I want to tie her up and keep her here, in my city. I finally got her here, and she’s already slipping through my fingers. But if I tell her that, she’ll only want to run even faster. And I can’t risk having her alone in Styx when my father is so desperate to keep his secrets covered.

What will he do when he discovers how deep things run between me and her? The thought alone is enough to have my blood boiling.

Her eyes drop to her wringing hands and a defeated sigh passes through her lips as she falls into the chair. “I’m so in over my head,” she mumbles to herself.

“What does that mean? You have to give me something, Stardust. I don’t like guessing games.”

“Why did you hire me? I mean, I know it’s because you’re crazy…” Her eyes flick up to my face, watching for my reaction to her insult. When I refuse to give her one—mostly because she’s right—she goes on. “But I’m not qualified for this position. I don’t think I’m even qualified to work the front desk of this place, let alone being a manager of something. And everyone here seems to know it but you.”

How does she not see that she's better than every single person here? That she may not have the experience or education they do, but she's got more drive and hunger than all of them combined. She's invaluable.

I consider how to get that through to her for a moment, allowing myself to gaze at her beautiful face while my mouth begins to overshare.

“This company is my life. I built it from the ground up. I threw everything I had into it, and continue to do so every single day. You clearly don’t understand that I wouldn’t have allowed you to come here if I didn’t think you could do it. If I thought you were some bimbo. So, for once in your life, allow yourself to have something good. To fucking deserve something other than the bullshit you’ve accepted.”

Huffing out a disbelieving sigh, she rolls her lips together. “How do you do that? You hardly know me, yet you know exactly how to get right under my skin.”

“I know you better than anyone else,” I correct. “Stay. Give it a chance. Fuck what everyone else thinks. Fuck what I think. Do this because you want to.”

Her gaze falls to the floor, head shaking. “I don't know…”

“Do you think I'm afraid to get on my knees before you and beg in my own office, little Stardust?” I round the desk, slowly stalking toward her, savoring every bated breath she takes.

Her body goes rigid against the chair, and I wish she'd just let go the way she does when we're alone. It would make things so much more enjoyable for her.

I know she wants this. It's obvious in the way her legs go slack as I stop right in front of her. In the way her chin quivers as I wrap my hands around the armrests and lean forward until our noses brush.

“Do you think I'm above ripping those pretty thighs apart right here and running my tongue along your pussy?”

To prove my point, I get down on my knees before her and place my hands on her upper thighs.

She inhales a shaky breath, those beautiful red lips parted just enough for me to imagine them wrapped around my cock again.

“I'm sure it would break, like, a dozen laws if someone walked in and caught you,” she snarks back, surprising me with her quick tongue.

The doubt and shame from before rolls off her shoulders as we fall back into our usual banter, burning me with whiplash. Her reactions always seem to take me off guard.

“No one will have to walk in here to know I'm fucking you. You'll be screaming my name so loud as I worship every inch of this beautiful body, they'll think I'm murdering you,” I promise, flashing my teeth.

I can tell she's conflicted. Fucking the boss in her first few hours of working isn't the most traditional introduction to a corporate career. As much as she wants to pretend to hate me, I know she wants this job. But I'm also swaying her in the right direction. Leaning forward, I place a few light kisses across her upper thighs.

“You're sick,” she quips half-heartedly, running her nails against my scalp. Her hips push forward, as if her pussy senses its owner nearby and feels gravitated toward me.

Slender fingers wrap around the base of the chair to steady herself as I shove her dress up, grab her ass, and pull her to me in one swift movement. At this angle, my mouth is lined up perfectly to lean in and devour her. All I'd have to do is move her red panties out of the way. Toying with the edges of the fabric, I look up to watch her face, shrouded in pure ecstasy, as I skim the sides of her luscious lips.

A soft, breathy moan slips out of her as I move my fingers over the slightest bit, and her hips buck forward again.

“Please,” she pleads in a wanton whisper.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” I say into her center, deliberately pushing hot breaths against the sensitive, exposed skin.

She shifts against the seat, unable to find relief from her arousal with me sitting right here. I chuckle, then turn my head to sink my teeth into her inner thigh. Her yelp slashes through the stagnant, stale air, electrifying my office with her addictive energy and jolting her directly against my mouth.

With that single taste, I'm unhinged. My restraint completely dissolves as she moans again, grinding herself into my face. I rip her lace underwear in half, throwing the shredded fabric to the side haphazardly as I stick my tongue inside of her. Relief sweeps through me when she cries out again and I'm sucking and nibbling and licking with abandon.

Anyone could walk by and hear her. She's completely let loose, just like I wanted her to. Consequences be damned.

She makes me reckless.

“Ah, Bash,” she cries in a long moan that goes straight to my cock.

“That's right, baby. Remember who owns this beautiful pussy,” I praise, adding my fingers inside of her. “Such a good little employee.”

“Arrghh,” she garbles. “Yes, Mr. Lancaster.”

I stop, pulling away enough to see her scowl at my abandonment.

“Did I say you could call me that?”

She looks down at me, confusion tugging down her flushed face. “Am I not supposed to? All your other employees do it. What else should I call you? Sir? Boss?”

She's instigating me. Lashing out because I've embarrassed her and chased away her orgasm. I just hate that it's working.

“No.” My finger works against her clit again, easing her tension, and her eyes flutter shut.

Mr. Lancasteris my piece of shit father. I've never liked when anyone here calls me that, either. It's also far too formal of a name for her to call me when my tongue is lodged inside of her.

“Tell me you won't call me that again,” I warn in a low voice, pulling away to prove my point.

“God… okay, whatever,” she relents with a frustrated growl. “Just put your fucking mouth back on me.”

Now, I'm a patient man. I let a lot slide with my insolent little lamb. But this entitlement? That's not going to work for me.

Not after she just fucking insulted me with that formal name.

We're well past that, and she knows it.

Rolling back onto my heels, I push myself off the floor and stand before her, ignoring the questioning glare she's burning through me. My fingers make quick work of my belt, pulling it through the loops before I throw it into my desk with a loud clang that makes her jump. Next, I'm unbuttoning my pants and allowing my erection to spring free from the restricting material.

The image of her staring up at me, mouth ajar, with her legs still spread wide, will live in my memory forever. But I have a point to prove.

Stroking myself, I close the distance between us with a smirk. “I love that smart mouth of yours, but I think it's time that you learned how you're going to speak to me.”

I watch as the mask of defiance slips onto her face. As if the mere mention of teaching her something makes her want to revolt immediately.

“What's the matter? You don't want my cock down your throat?” I provoke.

She slams her legs shut, turning her shoulders away from me in her seat. I've crowded her enough so she can't stand, but she's still doing everything she can to show me she's not interested.

“That's funny,” I continue, running my fingers along her neck and shoulder. “I seem to remember you begging to suck my cock just a few nights ago.”

Rolling her eyes, she pushes against me to stand, but I don't budge. “I have to get back to work. For your company. Remember that, Mr. CEO? I'm your employee.”

“You're not going anywhere.”

“Maybe I'll stop at HR on my way. They'd love to hear about this.” She drags her hands through the air, motioning toward my exposed body.

But I won't be deterred. When she tries to get up again, I grab up a handful of hair by the nape of her neck and pull back, effectively pushing her against her seat and tilting her head upward to face me fully. Leaning forward until our mouths are perfectly lined up, I capture her lips in another kiss.

She resists at first, tightening her lips against mine, denying me access. But when I give her hair another pull, she's forced to open up for me. It's only when I slip my tongue inside that she finally melts against my touch, returning the kiss with the same reckless abandon she had before.

“Taste that, Stardust? That's you on my tongue. Your arousal… your ecstasy. It's what turns me into this primal animal,” I say against her lips, between kisses. “I can't even fathom how fucking feral it's going to make me, seeing my cum dripping down your chin in the middle of my office. Watching you take my cock like it was made for you, the same way your pussy did this weekend.”

My other hand moves to wrap my fingers around her throat, earning a sensual sigh that goes straight into my mouth and down to my groin.

“This thing between us… it's poetic. Sacred. We're more than just two deprived souls feeding off one another's despair. And you can threaten me all you want with the police, or HR, or whoever the fuck you can think of to give yourself a false sense of security, but we both know you're just as afraid of losing this as I am.”

Moving my mouth away from hers, I trail my lips along her jaw, digging little nips into her flesh with my teeth until she’s moaning into my ear again.

“You can’t escape me. Not in this life or any one that comes after it. My soul has latched onto yours, melding us into one. I’ll always find you, Stardust.”

She whimpers against me as I suck her earlobe between my teeth and bite down.

“So, you're going to open that beautiful, smart mouth of yours, and you're going to wrap those cherry-red lips around my cock. Because that's what you've been dreaming about since the first time you caught me in your bedroom, and because it's your punishment for referring to me as anything but yours.

By the time I stand up straight again, she's grabbing my erection into her hands and eagerly guiding it toward her mouth out of spite, a hateful gleam shining in those darkened eyes.

“Mm, that's my girl,” I hum, loosening my grip on her hair so she has room to lean forward and take me into her mouth. I don’t care if she fucking abhors me. It doesn't change anything.

But she stops at the last second. She tests the bounds of my patience by looking up at me with an incredulous scowl, fingers wrapped around my base, my tip grazing her lips.

“You can say whatever twisted words you want to pretend this situation isn't as fucked up as it is. That you didn't stalk me, corner me, and trick me. And I'll go along while I'm still getting something out of it. But don't mistake this for anything other than some sick obsession you have. Don't mistake yourself as anything other than a monster.”

She smirks, as if she's somehow maneuvered around me and gotten her checkmate. When I don't respond, she flicks her tongue out and runs it along the base of my cock, and I let her believe she's got some semblance of control. At least for a moment.

Ah, yes, she's so fucking cute. But that's enough playing.

“That's a nice little speech, but I think it's time for you to shut the fuck up and take your punishment like a good girl.”

Tightening my fist against the base of her scalp again, I yank her head back to open her mouth for me. “And just so you know, I've done far worse than any of that,” I tell her, then shove my hips forward and send my cock straight down her throat.

Stardust gags on the sudden intrusion, struggling to adjust herself so she can take me even deeper in an act of defiance. I may have her in my grip, but she's the one in control. She wraps her hands around my thighs, adjusting the pace as I reach down and grab her tit in my hand, kneading it until I feel the familiar tightening sensation sizzling up my spine and weakening my legs.

Within minutes of our argument, I'm coming into her mouth and she's swallowing it all up, ensuring not a single drop escapes. Once I'm finished, she pulls away and leans back into her chair, revealing the hand she's rubbing against her clit. She tips her head back, unashamedly pleasuring herself right before my eyes.

Well, that simply won't do.

Scooping my hands under her knees to cradle her ass, I lift her up and swing her body over to my desk, carefully balancing her on the edge while I clear a spot for her before pushing her backward.

“Such a disobedient, impatient little lamb,” I muse, kneeling before her. “Now, let me enjoy my lunch.”

She shudders out a breath, as I swipe my flattened tongue along her sensitive slit with the perfect amount of pressure to tease her clit as I pass by it. Her long nails scrape against my scalp again as I nibble on the sensitive, swollen nub, then soothe it with my swirling tongue before I'm assaulting it all over again. My finger slips inside of her, spreading her sweet arousal all around for my mouth to clean up.

Stardust wisely keeps her snarky remarks to herself this time, the only noises coming from her mouth being the whimpering moans she can't seem to contain as I feast on her delectable pussy. In no time, I can feel her body tense up before she stills against me, and then her pleasure fills my mouth.

I'm so fucking turned on by the erotic display, I'm hoisting her up from my desk and carrying her over to the floor-to-ceiling window before my mind can even comprehend what I'm doing. Leaning her back against the glass to bear her weight, I capture her mouth in a wet kiss, sharing the delicious taste of her orgasm with her. My erection rubs between her legs, right against the sensitive spot I just worked on.

She cranes her neck, peering out the window with a worried expression. “Someone could see us,” she says, pulling her lip into her mouth. It's a nervous tick she has that sends me spiraling every time.

I swipe my tongue along her jaw, hardly glancing out at the view she's referring to. “No one is looking up here,” I promise through kisses, unable to keep my mouth off of her.

Her gaze lingers for another second as she wars with herself before her desire wins out and she's back to giving me her full attention. Her hips grind circles against mine, letting me know she's ready for another round.

And I don't have to be told twice. I'm instantly lining myself up with her wet center, rubbing my tip around to coat it in her juices before I'm slowly pushing my hips forward, filling her with one deep thrust.

She releases a moan directly into my ear, wrapping her arms around my neck as her thighs tighten against my sides. We find a rhythm, and the office fills with the sultry sounds of our bodies moving against each other and our low, breathy moans.

I don't even have to reach between us to caress her clit and help her reach her climax. Our bodies are creating enough friction that, before I know it, she's grasping onto my shoulders and stiffening in my arms as her pussy pulsates around me, encouraging my own orgasm to follow right behind. Just as her juices coat our skin, my cock twitches inside of her and fills her with my seed.

She moans at the warm sensation, grabbing my head to pull me into another sloppy kiss. We each come down from our highs, and it feels like our souls have just returned to our bodies after dancing in the sky together.

With a sheepish smile, she hops off of me and stands on shaky legs, shimmying her dress back down her legs, sans underwear.

We don't bother exchanging any awkward goodbyes. Instead, she mumbles something about needing to get back to work, and then slips out the door without looking back, leaving me alone to sit back in my chair and marvel at how fucked I truly am.

Shifting my gaze out the window, I notice that the conference room of the office building next to us is full of people who could have easily looked over and watched that entire display. I should be mortified. Or at least protective over my little lamb. But I can't seem to muster any feelings other than pride and arrogance.

In fact, I almost hope they did look.

Just before I turn away, I notice a smudge on the glass. Her ass was planted there so firmly, it left a perfect print behind. I smile to myself, leaning farther into my chair to admire it.

I don't think I'll ever let them wash my windows again.