The Billionaire's Filthy Forgiveness

3: Play Dirty With Me

~ Lilian ~

It's this stupid meeting room again. Edwin walks in - late, as always. He looks perfect. Me? I look like crap. I barely slept last night, kept replaying what happened in his office over and over. My hair's a mess, and I feel like my eyes are puffy from all that thinking.

He doesn't even glance at me. Just strides to the head of the table, sits down, and starts talking like nothing went down between us. "Team, we're changing things up. The subsidiary turnaround - that's Lilian's project - is now our top thing. She's on my core team starting right now."

Wait, what? I sit up straight, my heart jumping. "Hold on, your team? I thought I was running this on my own."

He finally looks at me, but his eyes are flat, no emotion. "You got it wrong. I don't trust new people to handle my stuff without me watching."

New people? He means amateurs, like I'm some kid playing at business. He's saying this to get under my skin, I know it. "I've got this handled. I don't need someone babysitting me."

But Edwin just leans back, crosses his arms over that broad chest. "You need more than babysitting. Be in my office in ten minutes for the details." He stands up and walks out. No back-and-forth, just done.

I grab my notebook, and I storm after him. By the time I reach his office, he's already at his desk, typing on his computer like the king of the world. The door's open, so I march in and slam it shut behind me. "What the hell, Edwin? Putting me on your team? This is my plan. My dad's company..."

"Was your dad's," he cuts me off, not even looking up from the screen. "Now it's mine. If you want to save it, you'll work under me."

Under me. Those words hit dirty in my head. Last night, I was under him, bent over this same desk. I can still feel the hard wood pressing into my cheek while he slammed into me from behind, his hands gripping my hips so tight. s**t. "You just want to control it all. Watch me mess up."

He stops typing, finally meets my eyes. "Or watch you do well. Either way, I watch."

That look in his eyes - it's got that heat again, the kind that makes my stomach flip. I step closer to the desk. "Why? You scared I'll find something? Like how you really wrecked my dad's business?"

He smirks, just a small, mean twist of his lips. "Go ahead and look. You won't find a thing."

Oh yeah? I've already been looking. Last night, after I left here all mad, I went home and fired up my laptop. I got into some old emails - not super illegal, just using an old backdoor from when I helped out at Dad's company as a teen. And there it was, stuff about his ex-wife. The rumors were right - she cheated on him with his best friend, some guy from the board. There were messages, even photos. He found out, divorced her quick, but it broke him bad. Made him even colder. That's his soft spot. Getting betrayed.

I lean on the desk now, right in the spot where he had me last night, my p***y still sore from how rough he was. "I already found something. About your wife."

His face freezes, then gets hard, like stone. "What did you just say?"

"Your ex-wife. The affair. With your friend. That must have hurt, right? Getting stabbed in the back like that."

He stands up slow, walks around the desk toward me. "How do you know about that?"

I shrug, trying to act cool. "I have my ways. Did some digging. For my revenge, you know?"

He's right in front of me now, towering over me like he always does, making me feel small but also... hot. "You think that's funny? Poking around in my personal stuff?"

"Not funny. Helpful." I poke his chest - it's hard under that shirt, muscles tight. "You betrayed my family. Now I know you got betrayed too. Feels like payback, doesn't it?"

He grabs my wrist, holds it firm. Not too hard, but enough to make me gasp a little. "Business and personal don't mix," he says, his voice low and rough, like a warning. "Stay out of my lane, Lilian. Dig any deeper into my private life, and I won't be nice about it."

"What are you gonna do? Fire me? f**k me again?" The words just spill out, dirty and real. Oh god, why did I say that? But it's there now, hanging in the air, making everything feel heavy.

He doesn't say anything right away. Just stares at me, his thumb brushing the inside of my wrist, soft but threatening, like he could do anything.

Then I say it quieter, sharper: "You've been digging into my private life too. Deep. Real deep. Into my pussy."

His eyes get darker, pupils big. His grip tightens just a bit. "You want that?" he whispers. "Me f*****g you right here... again?"

I swallow hard, but I don't pull away. Heat rushes through me, straight between my legs, remembering how he filled me up last night. He steps even closer, his body almost touching mine. "The way you begged last night. 'f**k and make me come,' you said."

Shit, he remembers every word. My cheeks burn. "That was a mistake. Just hate sex."

"Hate sex." He says it slow, like he's rolling it around in his mouth. His thumb keeps stroking my pulse, feeling how fast it's going. "You hate me that much?"

"Yes." But my voice shakes, and damn it, my body's leaning in closer without me telling it to. "You ruined my dad. Made him drink too much, lose it all."

"And you?" He leans down, his mouth right by my ear, hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "What did I ruin for you?"

Everything. My family. My trust in people. But right now, he's ruining my head, making me forget why I'm here. I yank my wrist free, but instead of backing up, I shove him with both hands on his chest. "Back off."

He barely moves, just grabs my arms and pulls me right against him. We're pressed together, breathing fast and heavy. "Make me."

Chest to chest now, I can feel his heart pounding too. His eyes drop to my lips, and mine go to his. God, I want to kiss him so bad, taste that mouth again. "Let go."

"Or what?" He's throwing my words back at me, teasing, his voice all rough.

"I'll scream."

"No, you won't." His hand slides up my arm, over my shoulder, to my neck. He tilts my head back gently. "You'll moan."

Fuck. He's right. If he kisses me now, I'll melt, give in completely. My n*****s are hard, poking through my bra and shirt, rubbing against the fabric every time I breathe. And I can feel him - his c**k through his pants, getting harder against my thigh. "Edwin..."

"Lilian." It comes out like a growl, deep in his throat.

We just stare at each other, frozen in place. The tension is everywhere - in the air, in my muscles, between my legs where I'm getting wet just from this. One little move, and it'll break. He'll shove me against the wall, pull up my skirt, and thrust into me hard, right here. And I'd let him. Ride that thick d**k until I come screaming his name.

But no. I can't. I swore to myself - never again. I'm here for revenge, not to get f****d senseless by the guy who destroyed my life. I twist out of his grip, break free, step back. I'm panting, chest heaving. "This is wrong. All of this."

I have to get out now, before I do something dumb like beg him to take me.

I turn and storm out, slamming the door again. But the anger doesn't stay behind. It follows me down the hall, growing bigger with every step. And mixed in with it? That heat, that want. It's not going away.

What the hell am I doing? I lean against the elevator wall as it dings open, slide down to the floor for a second, just breathing. My panties are soaked. I can still feel his hands on me, his body pressed close. Revenge, Lilian. Focus on that. But god, if he followed me right now, grabbed me in here... I'd probably let him bend me over and f**k me until I forget everything.

The elevator doors close. I stand up, fix my hair in the reflection. Six weeks. That's all I need to turn this around, expose him, make him pay. But deep down, I know it's getting messy. Hate and want twisting together. What if I can't stop?

What if I don't want to?