The Accountant

Chapter 6: Sent From Heaven

Dominic

The little sleep he had last night, even after jacking off with thoughts of his detka had him in a foul mood. Add his hangover, he was looking for an excuse to kill anyone today.

Where the f**k was Alec? His general had gone out before Dominic woke up. He needed some positive news about his woman and he needed to meet the freelance accountant today for a few minutes. After that, he was free for the day. His one-track goal was to personally go to his detka's place to f**k and kidnap her. Or which opportunity came first. He would prefer the former. If his general had found the f*****g address.

Motherfucker! He was crazy about her. One night will never be enough.

She had turned his world upside down. And now she was nowhere to be found.

His face grim, men gave him a wide berth while he entered his building. Though sensing his rage, the women were still staring at him blatantly, drawn to his wild, untamed persona. Dominic ignored them all, going straight to his personal elevator directing him to his office. More like a suite of rooms because he also had a bed, bath, and closet here. Though not of use, he kept them prepared for emergencies.

Reaching his spacious office, he growled upon finding the room empty. He needed to f*****g calm down. It was early but a drink would be a great idea. A shot of whiskey this time. Swirling his expensive drink in the glass, he waited for Alec to come through the door. Or his secretary. And waited. Scowling, he glanced at his custom-made Omega.

If his 9 o'clock appointment was also late, he swore to God, --he pinched the bridge of his nose-- f*****g patience was overrated.

Alec's deep rumble finally filled his ears. He was speaking to someone in their native tongue. Must be Nanny Sandri.

Dominic's glower became darker, hearing a nasally irritating voice respond to his general.

You've got to be f*****g kidding me!

Wanting to get rid of the unwelcome visitor right away, he strode to the door. Both turned to him when he opened it with a whoosh.

Alec inclined his head while the woman before him smiled delightedly. f**k, no!

"What the f**k are you doing here?" Dominic growled, not hiding his displeasure. The b***h was a past dalliance some years back. Apparently, she still possessed a small functioning brain since she had the sense to use her over-riped beauty and became an underwear model in LA.

"Dominic, baby." He curled his lips in disgust at her sickly sweet voice.

Petra Levinsky had almost cost his parents' marriage. The w***e tried to seduce his father. And his mother caught her. If his sire was a lesser man, he would have succumbed.

The incident happened right after blowing Dom when he was too drunk to f**k her. She was left to her own devices to wander at their estate and victimize his sire. Thank God the former mafia king was faithful -p***y whipped- to his mother.

"Leave or I will call security!" His nose was flaring in annoyance. Rage was not far off. He was on the verge of strangling her.

"You can't mean that, baby. I heard you are back. I want to welcome you properly." She batted her fake lashes. How wrong he was to have thought the b***h was beautiful. She was nothing compared to his angel.

"We f****d once a long time ago. Now we are done. Leave!" He said harshly and gripped her wrist tightly to remove her fingers grasping the lapel of his suit. Wanting to shove her away from him in revulsion.

A movement to his side distracted him. Like a lodestone. His attention shifted. The air behind him stirred and the hair on his nape prickled. He stilled and he heard...

"s**t!"

That couldn't be. f**k! Just one word and he knew right away. That was his detka's angelic voice. Well, as angelic as can be from her cuss.

He shoved Petra away from him uncaring if she fell, veering around to face his woman. Disbelief and surprise reflected in his eyes.

"Detka?" Hell! She saw him with another woman. Well, technically not with another woman but still he didn't want her to get the wrong impression. He was a man w***e before, years ago in his misspent youth but that was before her.

His woman was looking at him with sadness in her eyes. He couldn't have that. He would never cheat on her and jeopardize his chances.

Definitely, the chance was presented to him on a silver platter. He was no fool or slow. And he would seize this opportunity lightning fast.

God, she was beautiful with her thick glasses on. He was looking forward to f*****g her with those pair accentuating her soft brown eyes. It would be an erotic office fantasy come true. He shuddered. Every muscle in his body stilled.

What was she doing here? He wondered. Who the f**k cares? As long as she was here nothing else mattered.

"Dominic, baby?" The irritating nasal voice behind him jolted him out of his plans. Irritation filled him once more.

"Leave!" He growled without turning. His angel jumped in fright. He watched horrified at her flight mode.

"I...I'm sorry, sir...I'll leave." She whispered. Glancing around nervously, looking for the nearest exit. No! Not her.

"Not you, my detka. I meant..." He turned for a moment and pointed his finger at Petra. "You. Alec, please call security."

"But, baby, " Petra whined.

Alec, his general smirked and he dragged the unwanted b***h away.

His woman shuffled her feet. She was trying to focus anywhere but his eyes. Adorable. His world suddenly brightened and his hangover left him.

Nanny Sandri, his secretary cleared her throat. Curiosity and interest in her knowing eyes.

"Yes, Nan?" He encouraged fondly. It was his utmost belief that Nanny Sandri was here to spy for his mother. They were bosom buddies.

"Ms. Beau Anderson is your 9 o'clock, tzar." There was a twinkle in her eyes as she announced the information.

Really now. Interesting. Beau Anderson. His accountant. His lips curved appreciatively. Was that her real name?

"Thank you, Nan. I will handle this interview from here." His velvety grays gazed at his woman intently. "We are not to be disturbed, please." He murmured. His voice deepened and he watched Beau trying to suppress her shivers.

"Of course, tzar." Nanny Sandri bowed before leaving them in the hallway.

(Mature Content 18+)

"Beau." Hearing his voice, she looked up at him. Her brown eyes were wary. God! She was gorgeous. Even more so in natural light.

"I...ah...I have work. Yeah. s**t!" She tried to talk. Her cheeks were red and she was breathing heavily.

He chuckled. Couldn't help it. She was f*****g cute. And sexy. Her petite form was in a light mocha long-sleeved dress with baby collars that accentuated her cute ass and perfectly round breasts.

"I don't think I can do this. I have to go." She squeaked again and she was ready to bolt. Sobering, he reacted right away. He would not take any chances of her escaping again.

"Oh no, you don't. You are not going anywhere." He hissed. To prove his point, he hefted her like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder, went inside his office, and locked the doors behind them. Ignoring her protests and curses, he deposited them both on his black leather couch with her on his lap.

"You have to let me go, Dominic!" She demanded. She folded her arms petulantly and looked defiantly away from him. Cute. f**k! He got it bad. Cute or adorable was normally not part of his everyday vocabulary.

However, with her...Dominic was a different man.

"We have unfinished business, my love." He murmured, nuzzling her neck. She smelled great and she was so womanly soft against his hard body. f**k! His unruly c**k was instantly hard, too. She stiffened, feeling him poke her dainty ass.

"What unfinished business. I thought I'd never see you again." She argued, breathless and panting with arousal.

Hmmm, nice. She arched in his arms.

So f*****g responsive.

He began to caress her back. The attraction was mutual. It was there. To explore until they burst. Yet she was trying to escape him.

"You left me." Dominic accused. The memory stung. He woke up wanting her and she was gone. No more. She will never leave him.

"But...but that's a one-time thing only." She sputtered. Confused. He was too but he let the topic go. He had something more interesting activity in his mind.

His hand went to the hem of her dress instead, cupping her knees. She sucked in a sharp breath.

"Not for me." He answered with finality. Deft fingers glided to her inner thighs. She clenched in reaction. "f**k!" So smooth and warm. Hot even.

Losing patience, he threaded his fingers into her lustrous brown hair and held her while he kissed her hard. He drove the kiss for them, she tried to push him away, but he growled and reached for her hands to secure them behind her back. He softened the kiss, nibbling her lips and tracing them open with his tongue, he continued to coax a reaction from her.

Drawing her closer, not an inch between them, her soft mounds flattened on his chest. s**t! Any more of this and he would end up f*****g her in his office.

Actually, that was a brilliant idea. He had never done it before. Never with his past lovers. His office was his holy ground. It was not a place for his pleasure. It was for his family and empire. But for her, he was only too ready to break his rules. She was different and she would be a part of it all.

When she moaned throatily, he had made up his mind. His Beau needed him and hot damn, he was too starved for her to stop.

Beau kissed him back with urgency and hunger, it boggled his mind. Finally. He let her hands go to shrug out of his coat, she frantically helped him with his tie, next were his buttons. With trembling hands, she tried to help him. She groaned. He chuckled when she lost patience and tugged his dress shirt hard, scattering the buttons on the carpeted floor.

Goal accomplished, her dainty palms caress his shoulders, his sculpted chest, and his abs, making his whole body hard, especially his d**k. His skin was on fire and he trembled from her worshipping touch.

Enough! He growled. His fingers tried to look for the zipper of her dress but he couldn't. f**k it!

Hardening his grip on her neckline, he yanked the cloth down none too gently, the delicate material gave. The tearing sounds heightened the tense moment. Exposing her heaving breasts encased in a black lace bra, he groaned and ripped it as well.

"My God, Dominic! You can't just..." He flicked her eager pale brown n****e with his tongue and she moaned instead, cutting whatever protest she was trying to make. His other hand was equally busy kneading the neglected swollen luscious mound.

"I'll buy you hundreds," he promised before suckling her n*****s noisily. She cried out and held his face to her breasts. He groaned his approval. Her moans were music to his ears. The louder the better.

Didn't f*****g care if the whole world listened. Everyone in his building would know she was his by the end of the day.

He feasted on her generous bounty but he needed more. His c**k was so f*****g hard he had to be inside her soon. Now.

"Dominic, please." She pleaded, grinding down on him. He hissed, holding her hips.

She never had to tell him twice. With ease, he encouraged her to stand so he could unbuckle the belt and unzip his pants. His painfully throbbing c**k was released from its confines and he sighed in relief. The head angry red and pulsing, dripping. His hand felt under her dress to remove her thong. He heard a tearing sound again. Oops.

She eagerly settled back on his lap, legs spread apart, eager to ride him. He had taught her well. With her juices flowing, the head easily glided on her slit, hitting her c**t.

Motherfucker! He fisted his d**k, guiding the bulbous head to her tiny hole. Both shuddering in anticipation. She slowly sank into his thick length, he suckled her neck, making her moan in pleasure. He promised to f**k her thoroughly later. They both needed to take the edge off first.

His angel's cunny was so f*****g tight, he felt his c*m boiling in his balls. Not yet. He grasped her cute ass to bring her down on him. Impaling every thick inch of his rod deep inside her, his c**k head hitting her womb. She cried out loud. Her back arched, he gladly took what she was offering. With his hot mouth on her hard tips, he began to undulate his hips, thrusting hard into her. Big strong hands holding onto her dewy firm buttocks, he guided her up and down his c**k. She sobbed in ecstasy. Her juices coated his balls.

"f**k, baby! You feel so good, my love." He praised her and groaned in pleasure. His face on her soft breasts, he deeply savored her scent. "Come on my c**k. Let me feel it." He was losing control. The days without her were torture.

He clenched his hands firmly on her hips, forcing her to ride his d**k faster. Harder. f**k! It wouldn't take long.

Her nails scraped his scalp, adding to the animalistic sensation. With his mouth sucking her n****e, his d**k hitting the right spot, again and again, he reached down to press on her c**t. That was all it took for his baby to c*m.

Her dainty fingers on his head, she smothered him on her chest as she wailed her powerful orgasm. Everyone outside the door could have heard her. The thought added to his arousal. The p***y walls contracting to milk his slick c**k was his downfall.

Fuck, yes! His balls tightened and that was it. Thrusting deep one last time, he unloaded his seed deep inside her. Roaring her name, he filled her up again and again until his balls were empty. Some of his come escaped her tight spasming p***y, staining the soft cushion beneath them. He didn't give a damn. He liked the scent of their combined juices in the enclosed space.

His detka collapsed on top of him. They were both panting, struggling for breath, their hearts thudding. Dazed from the out-of-this-world experience. If he had doubts before, all were put to rest. She was his.

"Dominic..." She moaned.

"I know, my love. I know."

He knew he would never let her go. This was not just lusting. This was something more. Something worth keeping. This emotion was only felt because of the woman in his arms. Sated for the moment, she was pliant and trusting. He would do anything for her to remain thus.

Starting now.

***

Finally, after the third time -maybe, he lost count- they were now spooning on his king-size bed, completely naked and sweetly exhausted, the back of his office their love nest. Goddamn! His father was right. The room had its uses. Not only for emergencies. Now, he knew why.

He grimaced. His father and mother were still shamelessly in love. They might have taken advantage of the amenities before.

Love.

Nope. He didn't want to spook her.

Her. Beau. She snuggled her smooth backside to his front, seeking his warmth. His arms tightened in reflex. He nuzzled her nape. God! She smelled wonderful.

"Dominic, I have to work." She murmured sleepily.

"Later, detka. Get some rest." The usual gruff and curt tone he used for everyone softened for her.

"Clothes," She grumbled. He chuckled silently. "Asshole," yawning as she uttered another endearment. He smirked.

The mafia king smiled smugly at her tired and sleepy voice knowing she couldn't see him. He drained her energy. Good. Now, she didn't have the strength to get away from him.

She could rail and cuss at him anytime so long she stayed where he wanted her.

"I will take care of it, my love. Take a nap first." Her soft snores were her answer. This time he would not sleep. He would not give her the chance to leave him ever again.

His Beau was here to stay.

***

Dress in another Armani black suit, he joined his general at the conference table. Still feeling his high from another delicious activity. He was addicted to her with no cure in sight.

After his shower, he took her again. She came into his mouth, after that, his c**k. Christ! His spent d**k stirred at the memory. He knew she would be sore when she woke up. It was two in the afternoon. He will wake her up in a few minutes for a late lunch.

She must be starving. He had to start taking care of his baby.

"Tzar, I have Beau Anderson's file. The background check that you requested last Friday came in early today. SHE has a Ph.D. in Finance and Accounting. Graduated from Berkeley top of her class. Summa c*m laude. She was abandoned when she was just an infant and grew up in foster care. Full name, Beauty Grace Anderson, 23 years old. I have her address here." Dominic inclined his head. Although the file came a tad late. He appreciated his general's efforts.

Beauty Grace. It was true. Her moniker fitted her as she fitted him.

"Anything else, Alec?" He inquired mildly, fingering the papers.

"It's all in her file, tzar," Alec answered vaguely. So, there was more that was intended for his eyes only.

"Ok. I want you to contact real estate. I will buy my woman a house. Our house. It's time for me to settle down." Dominic almost couldn't believe himself. He cringed. The words came out too easily. He f*****g got it bad.

By the amusement twinkling in Alec's eyes. He caught on to it too. "Of course. Right away. Shall I contact Aunt Tatty?"

Dominic grimaced. s**t! His overly zealous mother will scare Beau away. "I think my mother already knows."

Alec chuckled. His mother, Sandrina, Tatianna's best friend was the culprit.

"Yeah. Coming from the sounds earlier, my mother is already counting on babies to take care of. I am glad it's you and not me, my friend."

Dominic grinned. f**k! He hoped so too. His seed filled her to the brim several times.

"s**t! She is the one, Alec." Saying it out loud made it more so real.

"Yes. She's perfect for you. She drives you crazy. You have my support." His friend's approval was important. It meant he was ready to protect his mafia tzarina at all costs.

"Thank you. Now, do you think Nanny Sandri can buy Beau some clothes?"

Alec threw his head back, laughing.

"She's on it, tzar. After tidying the room, she knows what's needed." s**t! He must be drunk in s*x since he found himself grinning twice in a row.

He was f****d!

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