THE CEO'S LUST/LOVE

Chapter13: The On-boarding

The boardroom cleared out like a crime scene being scrubbed, leaving only Alaric, Elara, and the icy newcomer, Vivienne Rossi. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with the lingering scent of Vivienne’s sharp, metallic perfume and the primal heat still radiating from Elara’s skin.

Vivienne didn't wait for an invitation. She perched on the edge of the obsidian table, her long, toned legs crossing with a rustle of expensive hosiery. Her white blazer sat open, and without the distraction of the board, Elara could see that Vivienne wore nothing beneath it but a sheer lace harness that served more to frame her breasts than to cover them. They were high, firm, and moved with a subtle, rhythmic jiggle as she adjusted her posture.

"You’re trembling, Elara," Vivienne noted, her voice a smooth, dangerous caress. "Is it fear, or is your body still vibrating from Alaric’s... executive treatment?"

"She’s resilient," Alaric answered for her, stepping behind Elara. He didn't touch her with his hands this time; instead, he pressed his body against her back, his hard, thick length making its presence known against the curve of her glutes. "But she hasn't yet learned how to handle a rival who wants to be a partner."

Vivienne’s gaze dropped to Elara’s chest, watching the way the charcoal fabric of her dress strained. "The video was a good start, but it was all... male. Very blunt. Very forceful. It lacked the nuance of a woman’s obsession."

Vivienne stood and walked toward them, her heels clicking like a countdown. She stopped inches from Elara, so close their breasts were nearly brushing. "Alaric owns your contract, but I want to own your senses. I want to see if that fragrance you’re so proud of can be triggered by my touch."

Vivienne reached out, her fingers hooked into the high neckline of Elara’s dress. With a sudden, sharp tug, she popped the top two buttons. The fabric fell away, revealing the lace bra underneath, straining to contain Elara’s heavy, aching breasts. Vivienne reached inside, her cool palm cupping the warm, pulsing weight of Elara’s right breast.

Elara let out a strangled moan, her eyes fluttering shut. The contrast between Alaric’s heat at her back and Vivienne’s cool, calculating touch at her front was agonizing. Her p***y began to throb in a new, frantic rhythm, a deep, internal clenching that sent waves of heat through her thighs.

"Look at her," Vivienne whispered to Alaric, her thumb circling Elara’s n****e through the lace until it was a hard, dark peak. "She’s a fountain of need. She’s already dripping, isn't she?"

Alaric reached around, his hand sliding down the front of Elara’s dress, pushing past the waistband to find the soaked, hot reality of her. "She is," he rasped, his voice thick with a mix of pride and hunger. "She’s been slick since the moment you walked in, Vivienne. She knows a predator when she sees one."

Vivienne smirked, her eyes locking onto Elara’s. "Then let’s see how she handles a real merger."

Vivienne turned her back to the table and began to slide out of her white trousers, revealing a thong made of nothing but gold chains. Her own p***y was visible—neat, groomed, and already glistening with a thin sheen of arousal. She laid back on the obsidian table, the cold stone a stark contrast to her golden skin.

"Alaric, hold her," Vivienne commanded. "I want her to taste the competition. I want to see those heavy breasts swaying over me while I show her what Julian Vane will never have."

Alaric gripped Elara’s waist, lifting her and setting her down on the table between Vivienne’s open legs. Elara’s dress was hiked to her waist, her bare, wet center exposed to the cool air of the boardroom. As she looked down at Vivienne’s beautiful, expectant face, Elara felt a surge of raw, unadulterated power.

The boardroom—the site of her potential ruin—was now becoming the site of her ultimate surrender