Entangled with the Ruthless CEO

CHAPTER 5

TALIA's POV

Unfortunately, I wasn’t dead as I hoped.

I opened my eyes later to see that I was still on the floor and the podcast was still ongoing. I removed the earbud from my ear and switched off the phone. I needed a moment to think without my thoughts being so loud.

But even more unfortunately, my hands were still shaky, and my legs were unstable as I got up and tried positioning myself normally on the chair I had fallen from. My heart was beating so loudly I was sure everyone in the building could hear the sound.

Just then, the door opened and Damian came into the room. His face immediately went to where I was supposed to be seated in front of the laptop, but the place was empty. I saw the moment his face shifted slightly to something similar to panic before he looked around and found me cowering on the seat on the other end of his room, looking out the floor-length window.

“Talia? What happened? What’s wrong, Talia?” His voice sounded worried, honestly, but I just couldn’t unhear the podcast voice and the fact that his family had f*****g killed my father.

The reminder had me shaking more intensely, and I could feel the blood draining from my face. If my hand had been steady, I swore I might have unbuckled my pistol from its holster and fired a full round across his chest, then patiently watched the police hunt his mystery killer, but I had too much at stake then, and I wasn’t stable either physically or mentally.

“Talia, if you don’t talk to me right now, I swear to God I’m hurling your ass over to the nearest hospital.” His voice sounded urgent and actually concerned.

“Talia, are you fine? Did you eat anything poisonous?”

“I’m fine. Damian, I’m fine. Just give me a minute.” I rubbed my fists in my eyes and all over my face several times to ground myself in the present.

He came closer until he was standing next to me. Then he grabbed my chin and looked me in the eyes so I couldn't escape his penetrating gaze.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m fine, just a minor mood swing.”

“And when do you think your mood will swing right again? I don’t like you—I mean, I don’t like any of my workers acting this way. It’s quite disturbing.” His tone got softer.

Then his hand slowly went from my chin down my body until he was drawing me flush against him. I got up on my feet without thinking too much, and that time, we were a few breaths away from kissing each other. Somehow, that seemed to make my p***y drool.

“What are we doing?” I asked in a low tone as his other hand drew my waist flush against his lower body, and I could feel every hard plane of his body, especially his growing member against my stomach.

“Hush. Don’t overthink it.” His finger rested on my lips, and as soon as he was done talking, he replaced it with his mouth, and just like that, our lips met.

His tongue slipped between my lips and between my teeth until it was curling around my own tongue.

Without my consent, my hand slipped upward to cup the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his short hair as I pressed his head closer and took control of the kiss, my tongue and teeth doing the most as I teased and sucked him.

“f**k, Talia,” he groaned into my mouth as my hand left his head and went down to cup the now heavy bulge between his legs.

“Damn,” I moaned so low I thought he had missed it, as his mouth took control of the kiss again. This time he didn’t just kiss my mouth; he went down to my neck, my chest, and before I knew it, he had already carried me and laid me on a cushion.

“f**k, you taste so delicious.” He bit my now hard n*****s through the cloth.

My p***y was gushing so fast I was embarrassed at how quickly my body could switch from being shocked to being horny within a few minutes.

“Do you mind me going down on you? I won’t do anything without your consent,” he paused briefly to ask me. His pupils were dilated from the s****l tension, and I nodded without thinking much of it as he changed positions so he was kneeling between my legs.

But you didn’t ask for my consent before your family killed my father, I thought as soon as he started kissing my legs, trailing downward to my inner thigh. I was so tempted to burst his brain open with my gun in honor of my father's death, but that would be messy.

Very messy.

So as his tongue lapped at my p***y and his teeth gently teased my c**t while his fingers drove inside me in a delicious push, I knew there was only one way to properly avenge my father's death, and that would be through this gig he had asked me to handle.

I would destroy the oh-so-precious Romano empire from the inside out, and I would make sure Father didn’t die in vain. I promised myself right there, just as he sucked on my p***y and my back arched off the cushion while my legs crossed behind his head, begging him for more.

It was so funny how the one person you hated the most could give you the most beautiful orgasm ever. I reflected minutes after I came down from the high of the climax he had given me. I was shuffling around to get comfortable when my hand landed on top of his gun, which he had probably removed when he was taking off his pants earlier.

I took the gun in my hands, and just then, my eyes met his from his position on the floor beside me.

His eyes went to the gun, which was now pointed at his head, and he looked up at me.

What I wanted to do was boldly written on my face, and now that I wasn’t being pleasured, I could think clearly.

Every single one of the Romanos deserved to die by my hand!

I made my decision, and the gun went off.