The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Gilbert’s Pov

"I want you!"

"Why?" Cora asked

Interesting, I thought. Cora was the first female to question my intention of wanting to f**k her in my father's company. It was safe to say I'd f****d more than a half and a quarter of the females in this corporation.

"Really, why?" She questioned again. I poked a finger into the lace that held the front of her top and unlaced the knot that fastened her top, which made both ends of the material fall, exposing her breasts, nicely packed in a white lace bra.

"Because I asked..." My sentence sounded more like a question than a sentence. She appeared to be thinking of a reply, and I took the opportunity to stand up and walk until I was behind her. Even in her heels, I still towered over her. I gently placed my palm inside her chiffon material top and worked my hand slowly to her backbone and then her chest, stopping right before her boobs. A gratifying hmm sound left her mouth.

"I thought you didn't want this?" I asked with a smug.

"Things changed" she smiled naughtily as my hand slipped from her shoulder into her breast. I returned my hands to her shoulder and guided her to turn around and look at me. Somewhat nervously, she looked at me, terrified. "S-, sir, I c-cant. I'm scared," she stuttered. "What if someone walks in on us and reports us to the chairman?" Her voice wavered.

"Oh, shut up!" Without giving her a chance to reply, I slammed my lips against hers, and in less than a second, she was kissing me back with the same force and vigor as I did to her. I didn't separate my lips from hers but continued to kiss her, squeeze her ass, and move backward simultaneously until her back hit the edge of my table. I picked her up and placed her on my desktop at once, using my hand to clear the file and folders on my desk. They fell on the floor noisily, but I couldn't be less bothered. It was way past working hours, and I least expected anybody to still be in the office. Not like any of them here had the nerve to question me though. I was the Alpha of the pack and the CEO of the f*****g corporation. Unless for Jenny whom a clause in my father’s will mandated me to marry and whom I didn’t give a f**k about, nobody would dare question my actions.

I did quick work to discard Cora’s skirt, and she did the same with my belt. "Spread your legs," I bellowed, and she obeyed. I didn't take her panties off. Instead, I shifted it to a corner and slapped my lips on the bare part of her c**t. Ridding my tongue in her G-spot in linear and circular motion concurrently until she began to shake. I had never fallen short of women; which was one of the reasons why I had my name printed on most magazine and newspaper front pages. Always going in and out of trouble but I couldn’t be bothered.

"Oh. My. God." She cried out. I made her lay against the hardwood of my desk, and in one swift gesture, I thrust into her like a wild and hungered nympho, while in truth, it was barely five hours ago I had limbs excruciating s*x in this same office. I thrust heavily into Cora that she had to reach up to cup the end of the table to keep in place.

I grumbled in discomfort. The position is a little uncomfortable for me. Both of us perhaps but it wasn’t my business if Cora was okay. All I knew was that I wasn’t comfortable f*****g in that stance but I was going to change it.

"Climb down and turn over" I didn't need to say it twice. She smiled cheekily like a maniac as she obeyed me. She slide down from the table and faced her backside to me, still with her panties on, and just like before, I tipped the edge of her white thong to the side and attacked her p***y hole with my d**k once more. Her moans mixed with my groans and together we produced an orgasm-provoking sound. I picked up my pace and heightened my attack as I felt her start to shake under me. I changed our position and drove her until her back slapped against the wall in my office. She shoved her top and bra off her when I struggled to get my mouth closed on her n*****s. I widened her leg and drove two fingers into her opening with an unflinching force; giving her about what I know she can take.

I removed my hands from her c**t, hijacked her hands by the wrist, and brought them above her head.

"You might want to hold on tight for this one," I whispered, and almost immediately, I threw one of her legs above my shoulder, altering the rhythm of my hip.

Thump

"Oh—"

Thump.

"My—"

Thump.

"God!"

She was shouting through the strength of my pounds. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" She chorused, and with a few more strokes, we both come down from our highs as we have our orgasms.

***

As I ride through the streets of Naples, I took in the view and note the changes that have happened over the years. The night cloud shined with stars, and the moon hung on it, shading its light below as I skirted through the traffic of Naples to the place where I spend the last hours of my Friday night. I sent a quick text to the guys asking them to join me at our usual spot for Friday night.

I was already on my fifth or seventh shot of Martini and lime dips when my eyes landed on the silhouette of this damsel on the other side of the club's VIP suites. I was over at her side before I can stop myself.

"Hi, beautiful," I greeted, planting my ass on the space opposite her because I needed a clear view of her angelic face. "Mind if I join you?"

"Negative. I'm with someone," she replied politely and pointed her head in my opposite direction, which prompted me to turn back, looking at her indication.

"So?" I asked humorously.

"So... Back off," the dude she had referred to declared and plumped down on the space next to her and pecked her lips. I let out a scoff.

"You might want to watch your tongue the next time you talk to me, prick," I howled. This is my kingdom, and I choose who I want to be with.”

"Just f**k off...” I didn't let his words find resonance in the atmosphere before I balled my fist and punched him square in the face.

"What the freaking hell?" The brunette I had gone to seat with squealed as she rushed to pull her boyfriend up from the ground.

"If you must be a prick, at least choose the one with a little strength to his muscles."

"I doubt if he can f**k" Wilson joked, causing the people on my table to laugh.

“Do you know what you have done?” I heard a familiar voice ask. “Do you know who you just hit, Gilbert?”

“I don’t give a f**k. Who is he?”