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6. A s*x dungeon

CAELIAN’S POV

Nicholas looked at me in confusion and I didn’t miss the impatience in his eyes too. Although I barely shook my head, I was still reeling with anger at the fact that he had almost touched her with those hands of his when she had reached for her father.

I don’t know what I was doing myself but the plans had been f****d the minutes she had walked through that door looking every inch a goddess that didn’t even know what effect she had on every single man here that was not blood-related to her the minute she had passed that door. The only reason I did not have my hand on her waist possessively while I waited for any man that was foolish to look twice at her with bated breath was although she tried to hide it she had been agitated and scared when she had entered the room.

Yet, it was either she was just plain stupid or really brave to put her hand on her waist and try to boss us around but one thing was sure, there was no going back now. I simply just have to have her at this rate on my bed. I wanted her way too much and considering that I simply just took whatever I wanted I had exercised more patience than I ever thought I had in me.

I stared at the rumpled dollar bill still lying on the table and I would have laughed if I knew how to, I had seen a few of my men try to hide their amusement when she had dropped the money on the table with such defiance in her eyes.

I had misjudged her. She was far from a goody two shoes because although she lived her life by the books, her eyes revealed that she was sick of those rules that protected her from men like me. She wanted to get high and dirty, she wanted to be tainted so thoroughly and bear the imprint of my palm on her apple-shaped ass because of her smart-ass mouth that I couldn’t help but think of other use it might serve.

“There is only one little error with your offer,” I gruffly stated replying to Diane and ignoring her father’s plea. He was not stupid, he recognized the hungry look I give his daughter and I know he’ll prefer to rather die than risk the chance of his good daughter meeting a man like me again.

But sadly, my mind was made up and he had to deal with my decision which is going to be his daughter’s soon. I always get what I wanted and there was no in-between for me so when I took a step backward, sat down, and flashed my teeth at Diane knowing the effect my looks had on women when I try to be pleasant since I own a mirror I was impressed that Diane’s calculative stare didn’t falter, rather she looked even more suspicious. That’s my girl I thought.

“I can’t wait for three to four years for you to land yourself this great job you speak about but,” my eyes gleamed as I purposely met Mr. Aston's eyes and smirked. His eyes widened. “I can think of a way you can service your debt and even get a chance to pay it back.”

Diane looked at me and gulped. Good, I was about to get worried that I had lost my touch because she didn’t seem the slightest scared of me but I noticed the subtle way she clenched her thighs together and the need in me flared.

The little f*****g slut! I bet she could see the hungry look on my face now feasting on her body like I wanted to lick her cunt and f**k her arsehole with my tongue, my finger, my d**k, and yet, she wanted it. She wanted to be tied, gagged, and taken from behind so hard, she feels like a common slut.

My c**k hardened even as I tried to snap away from what this side of Diane I didn’t see coming was doing to me. I doubt her father had any idea of what was making his daughter squirm where she sat next to him and spoiler alert it wasn’t fear, she was rubbing herself against the leather couch to the thought of my hard c**k riding her.

“How?” her lips trembled and f**k it took all I have for me to meet her eyes and shrug.

“You’ll come live with me…”

“The f**k she would…” Mr. Aston said with pure outrage and I wished he could take a second to look at his daughter who was staring at me, her eyes wide open and her face informing me that she would look good in red because it was f*****g flaming.

I wasn’t even touching her yet I was scared she might leave a spot on the couch to betray her arousal and how wet she was by my mere words at this rate.

I stood up and Mr. Aston for all his braveness and need to protect his daughter squirmed. “I doubt you are in any position to negotiate or use cuss words,” Nicholas flashed him a murderous glare and I knew under normal circumstances he would have lost his tongue but there was something about the petite-sized obsession of mine staring at me with expectancy that made me want to hide the dark parts of me.

That never wanted her to know what would have happened to her father if she had not arrived at the nick of time to save her father’s brain from being shattered on their cheap-looking rug.

“I need a live-in housekeeper,” I didn’t need to look at Diane to know that she was surprised. She knew I wanted her and cannot wrap her head around while I wasn’t taking her even though I had the chance.

“I pay my workers very well and this way I get a housekeeper and you get to pay for your father’s debt. Go pack, Diane.” Her eyes met mine and it took everything I had in me for me to look away from those interesting shades of irises, not to try to decipher the emotion in her eyes as she stumbled to her wobbly feet. “And Mr. Aston don’t be worried, I won’t do anything your daughter won’t ask for.” I flashed him a grin that was scarier than my frown.

It was that of a predator and it made Mr. Aston squirm even more but Diane was already ascending the stairs I bet part confused, part turned on, and just operating on pure adrenaline.

DIANE’S POV

I FELT SO STUPID. Like what part of way out of my league did I forget?

To think of the depraved s**t my mind had gone to the minute he had stood up and asked me to pack up and leave with him. It had involved whipped cream, handcuffs, and perhaps a s*x dungeon. That’s what you get when you prefer to stay holed in your room stroking yourself to the thought of a particular man stuck to your head and with your eyes on a fictional part of a text.

He wanted me as his housekeeper of course I thought throwing a pile of my clothes inside my box furiously. I should be elated that he had made a truly generous offer because in real life a man like that can’t want a girl like me. I had known and for so long when he stuck to his side of the deal by rolling in his circle and staying away from mine, I had kept my head in the game knowing that he was fiction just like a book boyfriend.

But just a few minutes of being too elated at the thought of how real he was as he held my gaze with his smoldering eyes had made me cross the line between what was obtainable or not.

I need to get a grip on myself like right now! Because it was fine, I could do this. I could just look at him like a boss, it isn’t like what had happened between us in my dreams could be seen on my forehead beside, he was now my employer, and isn’t it wrong for you to want to feel your boss’ c**k slapping against your wet as f**k cunt?

I mean look at the man. With his net worth and his look, he could get any woman so why the f**k did I think he will want s*x from me? I glared at the erotic romance book at the edge of my library amongst textbooks and sighed.

They were the beginning of my problem and if I am not careful they might be my undoing.

I needed to get a life starting tomorrow. I will attend the party and try out things with Jackson. Perhaps he truly liked me and he is super-hot, I should be in euphoria to the extent it is almost like I am walking on clouds at the thought he had invited me to his party instead of doing embarrassing things like creaming my panties with wetness for a man that will never notice me.

But meanwhile, I packed a few of my books off the shelf arranging them inside a box. What? I said tomorrow. For now, my life was taking a dramatic turn and I needed my vice for me to see this through.

I was after all about to leave my house to that of a man that I had fingered myself with his thought in my head and I had come hard with his name leaving my lips as a soft gasp of both a moan, curse, and whimper.

I can do this I told myself again and again as I wheeled my box downstairs, my head held high and my face void of emotions.

“Can I do anything to convince you not to go?” father asked me and I blinked away tears because apart from the fear that I might slip and gloriously f**k myself by showing how I truly felt for the man that had a body that should be illegal in a handful of countries including the United States, there was also a part of me that will miss the comfort of these walls and him.

For so long it had been just me and him against the world, against the tide yet I plastered a brave smile. “You should know better by now,” I said and made to follow after Caelian who was now by my side and despite the patience on his face, I knew it was an expression for me to get going.

But I stopped at the last minute and move towards father launching myself in his arm. This was ridiculous because I was not dying or leaving forever. We had not even been this emotional when Jared had left for college but why was father sniffling and why was I trying so hard not to?

When I finally composed myself and stepped out of the room with one of Caelian’s men holding my bag I couldn’t help but believe that I might not be able to step back into this house as simply as I left it. Father knows this and despite my brave façade, a part of me knew it too.

I shivered but wisely this time it was in fear.