The Billionaire's Discarded Bride

Chapter Seven

The whole building was completely dark and empty. I made sure Aaron stay.

He stood by the big window with his shirt open at the top. His sleeves rolled up. Hands in his pockets. Looking out at the city lights.

I locked the door. Walked to him. Stopped so close my chest almost touched him.

“You still want me?” I asked.

“Every single day,” he said, voice low.

I grabbed his throat and pushed him really hard against the glass. Kissed him rough. My tongue in his mouth. I bit his lip until blood came. He made a deep sound and pulled my hips against him. I felt him hard through his pants.

I broke the kiss and dropped to my knees.

I opened his belt fast. Pulled the zipper down. Took his c**k out. It was thick and hot in my hand. I licked the tip once, then took him all the way to the back of my throat.

He groaned out loud. His hands made way to my hair. I sucked him hard and fast. No teasing. My mouth wet and tight. Up and down. Again and again. I used my tongue on the underside. He started shaking.

“Khia… f**k… I’m close…”

I stopped. Stood up. Wiped my mouth.

“That’s enough for tonight.”

His eyes were crazy. His c**k was wet and hard against his stomach. He reached for me.

I stepped back.

“Tomorrow you fire three men on the live stream. You will smile. You'll act happy. You do it or I leave and your company dies.”

He couldn’t speak. He simply nodded.

I walked up to him again. Put my hand around his c**k. Squeezed it real hard. Moved my hand slow. Up. Down. Up. Down. His hips pushed into my grip. He was leaking on my fingers.

I leaned close to his ear.

“You feel that? You feel how easy I can make you beg?”

He made a broken sound.

I let go.

I turned around. Walked to his desk. Bent over it. Pulled my dress up just enough so he could see I wore nothing underneath.

He stepped behind me fast. Hands on my hips.

I looked back.

“No. You don’t get inside me tonight. You only get to look.”

I stayed bent over for ten seconds. Let him stare. Let him suffer.

Then I stood up and fixed my dress.

I walked to the door.

He stayed by the desk, c**k out, chest moving fast, lip bleeding.

I opened the door.

“Sleep at the staff quarters, Aaron. The house still smells like the fire I started in your closet.”

I walked out.

Tasha was in the car downstairs. She saw my messy hair and wet lips.

“You f****d him?” she asked.

“No,” I said and smiled. “I just reminded him who owns him now.”

She laughed and drove.

My body was on fire the whole way home.

Tomorrow I will make him hurt more.

Tonight I left him hard, bleeding, and completely mine again.