LA CONTESSA'S SEDUCTION

LCS 2

CONI'S POV

VESCARI HOLDINGS BUILDING

The moment I stepped into the Vescari building, every head turned. Wearing this red silk dress wasn't an accident, it was a statement. Bold, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.

The fabric hugged every curve of my body as if it were custom-made just for me. The daring neckline drew the eye, and the slit revealed just enough skin to leave them breathless. I could feel their stares burning into me, hungry and admiring.

My heels clicked rhythmically against the marble floor, slow, deliberate, like a countdown before an explosion.

I knew I was beautiful. Gorgeous enough to disarm, seductive enough to destroy. And I wore that knowledge like a crown. My dark hair cascaded down my back in glossy waves, my lips painted the color of sin, my eyes sharp and lined to perfection. Every detail was calculated to tempt, to provoke, and to remind everyone in this room: I am not to be underestimated.

"Good morning, Madam!" greeted his assistant.

"Where's my husband?" I asked, my voice smooth and poised.

"He is in his office, Madam," she replied, her eyes openly admiring my outfit.

I almost scoffed. She was pretty, yes, but she would never be me. She could never compete with what I have. She is nothing without my approval—I am the reason she has this job. Before she could even dream of taking what’s mine, she’d be back to being a nobody.

I walked towards the elevator, feeling their gazes practically popping out of their sockets.

I know the effect I have on men—the whispers, the lingering stares, the way they look at me like I’m a prize to be won. But with Nikolai, it was different. His silence was armor, his coldness a wall no other woman dared to climb. And that only made me want to break it down even more.

When I pushed open the door to his office, I made sure every inch of me screamed temptation. The midnight waves of my hair contrasted sharply against the crimson silk. The high slit flashed my smooth skin with every step I took, designed specifically to catch his attention. My blood-red lips curved into a knowing smile.

There he was, buried behind his papers, looking as handsome and untouchable as ever.

"You're busy again," I purred, leaning provocatively against his doorframe.

"Obviously," he answered coldly, not even bothering to look up.

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't about to let all this effort go to waste.

"Then I think I need to remind you that your wife is here," I said playfully, a smirk playing on my lips.

I walked slowly towards him, my expensive perfume filling the air like a spell. Without asking permission, I sat on the edge of his desk, crossing my legs to expose more of my skin. I knew he hated it. Good.

I reached out and tugged his necktie, yanking his attention away from his work and directly onto me.

"Constancia..." he warned, his voice dropping an octave, laced with irritation and something else entirely.

I leaned closer, giving him a perfect view. I brought my lips right next to his ear and whispered, "You owe me, remember last night? You just left me hanging because of that damn call?"

He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes. I placed my hands on his desk, looking at him with heavy, inviting eyes.

"Come to the bathroom with me..."

Before he could protest, I slid off the desk, my fingers trailing down his chest as I walked toward the en-suite bathroom. I didn't look back. I knew he would follow. He knows me. And he knows I won't stop until I get what I want.

Seconds later, the door clicked shut behind him.

I pushed him against the wall and kissed him like I was starving. My hands were already working on his belt, undoing it with practiced ease. Our tongues danced wildly, fighting for dominance. He groaned a deep, rough sound and pushed me against the cold marble sink.

“You want me distracted?” he growled, his hands gripping my waist possessively. “You’ll regret it.”

“Then make me,” I whispered, hiking up my dress to let him feel more of me.

He lifted me effortlessly as if I weighed nothing and set me down on the counter. With one swift, rough move, he pushed my underwear aside and buried himself deep inside me. I cried out, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming, feeling every inch of him.

The mirror fogged up from the heat of our bodies. With every powerful thrust, the glass shook, the small room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, our heavy breathing, and moans that I didn’t bother to hide.

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispered harshly against my ear. “For me to f**k you so hard you can’t even remember your name?”

“Yes…” I breathed out, my nails digging into his back. “I want all of you, every single part.”

He silenced me with another bruising kiss, driving into me relentlessly until I shattered, trembling and screaming his name. He followed shortly after with a guttural groan, spilling himself deep inside me, holding me tightly as if trying to merge our bodies together.

When it was over, he pulled away immediately, fixing his suit and tie like nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I was left sitting on the sink, breathless, hair messy, lipstick smudged, and completely satisfied.

"Now stay out of my office, Constancia. Or next time, I won't stop working just because you're begging."

I just smiled at his warning.

He walked out and went back to his desk. I fixed myself up, reapplied my lipstick, and walked out looking pristine again. Moments later, there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, the Chairman is in the boardroom, waiting for you," his assistant announced before leaving.

Nikolai sighed, knowing he couldn't avoid this. He stood up and headed to the meeting room, and I followed right behind him.

"What is this report, Nikolai—" His father stopped mid-sentence when he saw me. Clearly, he wasn't expecting the wife to tag along.

Nikolai turned around, looking surprised that I was still there.

"Hija! I didn't know you were here," his father greeted warmly. I smiled and nodded respectfully.

"What are you doing?" Nikolai asked lowly.

Instead of answering, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him squarely on the lips in front of his father. I saw the old man smile approvingly. Good.

"Dad, I was just inviting my husband for lunch... But don't worry, I'll just wait outside—"

"No, no. It's fine. Go ahead," his father interrupted with a grin. "Enjoy your lunch, you two."

I beamed and thanked him. I linked my arm through Nikolai's and pulled him out of the room. Once we were outside, I straightened his collar and gave him a sultry smile.

"Sorry, Honey. Change of plans. Laisha invited me, so I can't join you after all," I said, feigning sadness. As if he actually wanted to eat with me.

He didn't say a word, just stared at me with that intense, unreadable gaze.

I kissed him one last time, slow and teasing, before turning around and walking away.

A satisfied smile played on my lips as I remembered what just happened in that bathroom. For now, I’m the one chasing you, Nikolai. But mark my words soon enough, you’ll be the one begging to have me.