THE ALPHA'S REJECTED MATE

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Kylian's POV

I would hold her feet to the fire. I had given her the job and now she owed me. I hadn’t been able to slip that into the contract, but I was not about to let her back out on her word.

“Kylian,” she started.

I shook my head. “Don’t even think about it.” She let out a long sigh. “Fine.”

I smiled. “Trust me, it’s only for the legality of it all. I need my inheritance. You need your job. You understood the terms of the deal when you went into it. I’m not trying to pull one over on you.”

She nodded. “I did. I think it’s ridiculous and completely scandalous, but what can one expect from a man like you.”

I smirked, her veiled insult didn’t bother me a bit. “We don’t necessarily need to be together. If it is a hardship for you to be in the same room as I am, we can keep our distance. I only need your name on paper and for an occasional gathering to prove our engagement. And then there is that other thing.”

Her jaw clenched, and she glared at me. “We still need to iron out the details of that little part of the agreement.”

I had offered to stay apart, but looking at her, I didn’t want that to be the case at all. I genuinely enjoyed spending time with her, even if we were usually sparring over one thing or another. It was exciting and made me feel alive. Maybe it was the newness of the relationship, if one could even call it a relationship. She was a smart woman. Witty, funny, and hot as hell.

“We will, but I assure you, it needs to happen. In the meantime, we could practice for the main event,” I offered.

Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “I don’t think practice is an issue.”

I smiled. “I would love to give you a taste of what you've got coming. I think you can be persuaded. I can show you a tiny fraction of the many ways I can pleasure your body.”

Her mouthed formed that pretty little O again and I was half tempted to lean over and kiss her.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” she snapped.

I chuckled low in my throat. “I think it is necessary. I think your body craves mine. It’s because I excite you. I bet even now you are wet. If I were to slide my hand up your thigh, slip my fingers under the thong you are wearing, I’d bet I’d find you a hot pool of lust. Should I check?”

She was truly panting and squirming in her seat. “You can’t talk like that in here!”

I smiled. “I can talk like that anywhere and I can make you come just by talking like that. Want to test my theory?”

She shook her head but didn’t get up to leave the room.

“Yvonne, I want to taste you. I want my tongue sliding over your c**t, sucking it between my teeth as I push my finger inside you. Do you like to be feasted on?”

Her mouth was closed tight, her eyes drifting closed as I spoke. “Maybe I could push in two fingers, and then three. Look at this table, Yvonne,” I demanded.

Her eyes opened, and she stared at the long, smooth-surfaced oblong table. “What about it?” she breathed.

“I want to f**k you on this table. I want your ankles on my shoulders as I seat myself inside you. I won’t move, I’ll let your p***y do all the work, squeezing my d**k, milking me with those little muscles.”

I looked down to see her hands pressed against the table, the fingertips white with the pressure she was applying. I smiled, pushing on. This was a new one for me. I was going to make her come right there at the head of the table.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing over her ears. “Are you wet? Can you feel me sliding in? Deep, deeper and then pushed so deep inside you our bodies become one. Your p***y is contracting around me, I can feel it. Can you feel it?”

I heard a soft moan escape her lips.

“More,” I whispered, my lips dangerously close to her flesh, but not touching.

Her head dropped back. “Deeper, I want to f**k you hard and fast. Can you feel me inside you?”

I smiled. She looked embarrassed and pissed at the same time. I got up and walked out of the conference room, leaving her to stew in her own imaginations. I had to walk away. If I would have stayed another second I would have had her spread-eagle on that conference table, burying myself inside her.

Things were definitely looking up for me. I was engaged to a woman I wanted to be with over and over. That was new. I couldn’t wait to do all the naughty things I had been fantasizing about for the last two days. She was a little stiff and straitlaced, but I was going to show her how much fun it could be take a walk on the wild side. By the time I was done with her, she’d never want to leave me.