Her eyes gave it away. That one look when we locked eyes across my office gave it all away — she knew I knew.
My pulse throbbed in my veins as I let my eyes drink her in, standing there so primly in her pencil skirt and formal blouse. I imagined my friends with her, the night before. I let the knowledge sink in that not twelve hours ago, Vic and Micah had been tasting and taking every goddamn inch of her body.
Claiming her.
Fucking her together.
Making her come.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my whole body sizzling with that fucked up mix of fury and new jealousy and the need to have her right there in my goddamn office.
I wasn’t thinking clearly, and I knew it. But I was so fucking hard imagining her sucking their cocks, moaning around them, licking their balls while they played with her body.
My eyes blazed.
My muscles tightened.
My cock pulsed.
“Sir, I—”
I held up a hand, silencing her.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Julia,” I growled quietly.
She gasped.
And that was it.
That gasp wasn’t shock or her being horrified at my language. That was a gasp of the words “naughty girl” piercing right to the heart of her, making her blood pump faster and her panties soak through with her sweet pussy juices.
I stormed around the desk towards her. She gasped again, backing away from me with this mix of fear and adrenaline roaring in her own eyes as her back hit the bookcase behind her. I slammed into her — not touching her, but my hands flat on either side of her, my mouth inches from her.
I can’t touch her.
I won’t touch her.
I tried to say it to myself over and over again, as if to convince myself. The words “scandal” and “lawsuit” rattled through my head — not to mention the crooked senate using it as the ammunition they needed to take complete power.
I gritted my teeth, using every ounce of my willpower to hold back from kissing her, or from tearing her clothes off and plunging my cock to the hilt inside that warm, sweet little cunt of hers.
Somehow, I restrained myself from claiming her right there against that bookshelf.
Somehow.
“This is highly inappropriate, Ms. Carlson,” I hissed right into her lips.
“Sir,” she gasped. “I didn’t know—”
“You didn’t know what, that going home with two men and letting them take you together was naughty?”
She blushed, shivering.
She wasn’t horrified. No, I knew that look, and it made something roar inside of me.
She was turned on.
“Did you suck their cocks?” I hissed, groaning inside at the way her eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed pink.
“Sir, I—”
“Answer the question, Ms. Carlson.”
She swallowed, her eyes flashing over mine.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And you fucked them both,” I growled.
She physically shivered, her breath catching and her face turning bright pink as she started to look down.
“Ye—”
“Look at me.”
She whimpered as she dragged her gaze up to mine, her eyes full of lust, and fire, and need.”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“And did they make you come?”
She moaned quietly, but I fucking heard it.
“Yes.”
I leaned forward, letting my lips brush her ear, loving the way she gasped.
“How many times?” I growled.
Her face was so fucking red, her whole body trembling as she sucked in a breath of air.
I was going to enjoy this.
“Answer me.”
“Five,” Julia breathed out, her eyes finally meeting mine and looking so full of fire that I wanted to tear my pants off and fuck her right there against the bookshelf.
“I came five times.”
Impressive.
“Sir,” I growled, prompting her. “You came five times like a dirty little girl, sir.”
Julia whimpered as my breath teased against her neck.
This wasn’t fair, and I knew it. This was me using every single trick I knew to make sure she was a puddle for me.
But fuck being fair, this was about me taking what was mine. Right the fuck now.
“I came five times, sir,” she whimpered out.
And now the part where I make her desperate for it.
Fucking her right there would have been easy. It would have been incredible, but easy. Fuck, there was so much heat and fire blazing between us we could have melted each others clothes off right here. I let my hips move against hers, letting her feel every fucking inch of my big, hard cock. And doing so let me feel how damn soaked she was. Hell, I could feel how wet she was through her damn skirt. I could almost smell how turned on she was.
And while part of me wanted to command her to spread her legs and let me watch her juices soak through her panties and drip down her thighs, the bigger man in me won out.
The man that wanted to make her wait to have me, liked I’d waited to have her.
I wanted her ready to beg me before I claimed her.
Slowly, taking every single ounce of my restraint, I pulled back. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and when I opened them, I locked my gaze on her panting, blushing face.
“Take the rest of the day off, Julia.”
She blinked, and I couldn’t tell if she was more shocked at my words or that I hadn’t just spun her around, torn her clothes off, and fucked her tight little pussy until she couldn’t walk straight.
“Am—” She swallowed. “Am I fired?”
“Did I say that?” I moved close again, letting my lips brush her ear. “Go home.”
“Why?”
Anyone else, and I’d have been pissed at the sass. With her, it just made me fall even harder.
“Because I need to think, without you here.” I opened my lips and sucked her earlobe between my teeth. Julia melted against the bookshelf behind her, her breath panting and her whole body arching to try and touch mine.
I denied her that contact, backing away and letting my eyes blaze into hers.
“I need to think about how I’m going to punish you for this.”
Chapter 8
Julia
Oh my God. Oh my GOD.
I sank against my apartment door as it closed behind me, dropping to the ground and burying my face in my hands.
I couldn’t believe that had happened. I was so horrified, and embarrassed, and ashamed.
…And so, so damn wet.
So incredibly wet. God, I was as turned on by just Prince Luke’s words as I’d been the night before by his friends.
I groaned as I rubbed my temples with my fingers, forcing myself to breathe as the reality of my situation hit me. I’d had a threesome with two of the most powerful men in the three kingdoms. And now I worked for the third one.
And they all knew.
I made a mental note to never, ever drink vodka ever again.
I mean who was I? I’d gone out for one night of “going wild” and ended up having a freaking threesome for God’s sake, with two men I’d just met. Oh, right, and they were royalty. That and I worked for their friend, who also happened to be quite possibly the most commandingly attractive, dominant man I’d ever met. A man who could’ve almost made me come just by speaking to me.