Billionaire bloodline

Chapter 15

Cosmo’s POV

I felt so dirty telling you to leave when we just shared such an intimate moment. I can’t stop thinking about her; I feel bound to her somehow. At the word bound, I recalled something I was told by my stepmother when I turned eighteen: "You will know when you meet your mate; it will feel like you’re tied to that person." I abruptly stood up from my chair and paced through the office. "Mate? A human mate, no, no." I banged on the table out of anger. I didn’t know vampires could be mated with humans, and besides, dad doesn’t want humans to know of our existence. I was pissed at myself for hurting someone who could be my mate. I never really cared about those things, but I feel bad for hurting them. Before I could even think about it, I went straight to her office and didn’t even knock. I let myself in, and she looked up from the pile of paperwork in front of her. The look she gave me was emotionless; it made my heart ping in pain. I approached her slowly, not breaking eye contact.

"Ooh, Mr. Sternberg, is there something I can help you with? A deadline I must have forgotten." She joked sarcastically, I can see and feel the pain in her heart, and I caused it.

"Yes, there’s a submission you have to make." I started, and I was nervous. She raised her eyebrows in question. "Your heart." I blurted it out without thinking. She looked at me in shock, and it instantly melted into a fake laugh.

"Ha ha ha, very funny. I nearly missed the joke." She spit with no emotion in her voice.

"Cleo, I know I've been giving you mixed signals.

"Sir, can we stick to work?" She interrupted, pointing towards the door.

"Cleo." I called her using my authoritative voice, which made her withdraw her hand. "I did try ignoring how you make me feel, but it’s impossible when that person is solely made for you. I never wanted to love, but I can’t run away from the situation. A mate is a mate." She was just looking at me, speechless. I expected her to be teary and admit that she also loves me, but she just laughed till she held her stomach. I'm vulnerable; f**k this love s**t.

"So we’re putting on shows now? Will you be pitching for certain to show to advertise for it? You are funny, though; I will give you that." She turned back to her paperwork. I went to her side of the desk and turned her chair around to face me. I smashed my lips on hers; they make me feel human and less cold. They are very soft and warm; it was a very hungry kiss, and my bulge was already standing tall, wanting to be given attention. I roughly but passionately kissed her, and she eventually gave in. If I don't have her right now, I might lust. I picked her up and placed her on top of the desk, just like earlier. I went for her neck and numbed it. It’s good that I was at home and got the injection, so I am not tempted to feed on her. My hand went for her hard n****e, and I softly rubbed it against my palm and quickly returned my lips to hers. The way she responds to my touches makes me insane. She had her hands on my face, and my hands roamed her thighs and reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her stomach. I felt the warmth and softness of her skin. I slid my hand between her legs, and she shivered at the contact. We didn’t break the kiss even for a moment; my fingers slowly reached for her opening. There was a wet, lacy thong acting as a barrier between my fingers and her wet p***y. She slightly opened her thighs, and I moved her pants to the side and inserted my pointed finger. She jumped with only the tip of my finger inside her, and I pushed it further. She moaned melodically as I moved my finger in and out of her. She was slippery and burning hot; I curled my finger up to the c**t and instantly c*m. I broke the kiss and looked into her brown eyes. She looked like she had been taken to a place she had never been before. I had to taste her. I spread her legs wider and went on my knees, not breaking eye contact with her. I ripped off her thong and started licking her release; it was sweet. I inserted my tongue into her p***y and f**ked her hard; she held on to my head for dear life, and her moans were anchoring the whole office. It's good that these offices are soundproof. She released me again, with my tongue still inside. She was panting, and my manhood desperately wanted to be part of the game. She tiredly looked at me and mumbled," I am a virgin." I was shocked to hear this, then remembered how she jumped when I inserted my finger inside of her. I stood up and told my p***s," I guess it’s me and you today." I stood up and straightened her dress.

"It’s okay." I muttered, kissed her forehead, and went out.