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  Diana asks me questions, and I answer exhaustively. As we get some more wine, our conversations drifts from business. We’re not actually talking but…flirting.

  Suddenly, I realize something I should’ve noticed before. She wants me as much as I fucking want her. And that’s just fine, since I know tonight is definitely going to get…well, amorous, if you get my drift.

  “So, tell me about your journey to Derek’s office,” I ask her out of nowhere.

  Why? Because I need to know.

  Again, Diana is dumbfounded…though she hides it pretty well. But she can’t hide the blush that turns her cheeks slightly red for a split second. That’s when I know that it was more than a fucking office tour.

  In fact, the way she’s smiling right now makes it obvious that the two of them already fucked.

  “I thought this would be about you and me,” she says, looking away and taking a gulp of the wine.

  She’s nervous, blushing even harder.

  They definitely fucked!

  For a moment, images of Diana’s naked body being ravished by Derek flood my mind. I image him laying her down on his desk, ripping her clothes off, and fucking her hard. I imagine her fingernails clawing at his shoulder blades as she moans and screams, her legs laced around his waist.

  I imagine all that, and then some.

  When I come back to my senses, I’m as hard as I am mad. No way am I going to let Derek get away with this.

  “This is about you and me,” I finally reply, lowering my voice into a whisper. “Even if I have to fuck all thoughts of Derek out of you.”

  17

  Diana

  “I thought this would be about you and me,” I tell him, grabbing my glass of wine and taking a sip, trying to steady my nerves.

  Kane looks into my eyes for a long moment, saying nothing, and I can tell what he’s thinking.

  He’s thinking of me...and Derek.

  He’s picturing the ways in which Derek fucked me, and he’s imagining my naked body being ravaged as I moan hard. He narrows his eyes slightly, and I swear I can almost see jealousy swelling up inside him.

  “This is about you and me,” he finally says, “Even if I have to fuck all thoughts of Derek out of you.”

  My jaw almost drops to the floor when I hear him say it. I remain on my seat, my heart drumming a war song inside my chest, and my palms grow sweaty.

  And my pussy…well, I’m not going to lie: it’s on fire.

  “What...did you just say?” I stammer, and Kane replies as he stands to his feet.

  He towers over me, and I’m as intimidated as I’m wet. I push my seat back and stand up as well, looking into his eyes.

  “I said,” he whispers, putting one hand to the nape of my neck and tangling his fingers in my hair, “that I’m going to fuck all thoughts of Derek out of you.”

  With that, he leans in and kisses me.

  It’s a rough kiss, almost vicious, and it unleashes a fire inside me. As he pushes me back against the table, I swipe what’s on top of it to the floor and sit on the edge, grabbing Kane’s shirt and pulling him to me.

  My hands roam down the side of his body, and I untuck his shirt as I look for his belt buckle. The moment I find it, I unbuckle it and pull his belt out; then, I open his zipper and pull both his pants and boxers down, his cock springing free and slapping the back of my hand.

  Jesus Christ, he’s huge. As huge as Derek.

  I guess now I know why I never had any luck with men—God or whoever’s up there looking out for me, decided to save it all for one week. I’m not about to let this opportunity go to waste.

  Turning my hand around, I grab Kane’s cock, and start stroking him, flicking my wrist as my fingers go up and down the length of his hardness. As I do it, he places one hand on my knee and slides it up, moving it toward my wet pussy. He flattens the palm of his hand over it, and presses hard.

  Then, with a single motion, he grabs the fabric of my thong and rips it off my body. In a matter of seconds, he has his body on mine, the tip of his cock right between my pussy lips. Yanking on my hair, he forces me to throw my head back as he thrusts, burying his cock deep inside me.

  It all happens in an instant, a pure moment of fury and frenzy.

  While with Derek it was all about control, all about the slow burn, with Kane, however...it’s different. There’s no control, no nothing. It’s all pure unbridled lust, the fire in his soul consuming both our bodies.

  He’s like a beast guided only by his hunger, and self-restraint is something that’s completely foreign.

  And I love that about him.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight, babe,” he groans as he pistons into me, his cock moving at an unrelenting pace.

  Every time he thrusts, I feel my inner walls struggling to accommodate him, a sweet fire enveloping my very soul.

  “Oh, God,” is my only reply.

  Right now, my brain has no bandwidth to come up with complex sentences. All I can do is moan while Kane fucks me. And if you ask me, that’s just fine.

  “Oh my God,” I continue, clawing at the fabric of his shirt.

  With trembling fingers, I grab it and pull it apart hard, forcing all the buttons to pop out. I hear them scatter across the floor, the sound of it blending with my own heavy breathing.

  I run my hands over Kane’s chest and the walls of his abs as he keeps on thrusting, pure pleasure and ecstasy blanketing my mind. It doesn’t take long for my pussy to tighten around his cock like a vice, pleasure gripping my body like a vise.

  I lace my legs around his waist, keeping me in place, and I lay down on top of the table.

  Arching my back, I surrender to ecstasy.

  “FUCK!” I moan out loud, my body convulsing as a violent orgasm takes over me.

  Right now, I’m like a puppet, moving only because I’m compelled to…and it’s lust and desire pulling the strings.

  “We’re not fucking done,” I hear Kane say, but his voice seems to come to me from the other side of the universe.

  Next thing I know, he slides his cock out from inside my pussy, and then grabs my hand to pull me up.

  The moment my feet touch the floor, he guides me toward the balcony rail. He turns me around, and I grab the stone railing by instinct. The moment I do, he places both his hands on my waist and forces me to jut my ass back toward him.

  “Don’t you just love the view?” he asks me and for a split second, I’m not sure if he’s talking about my ass or about his estate.

  Truth be told, I don’t care; after all, my eyes are closed.

  I just feel him hike up my dress, and then angle his cock down so that it’s once more pressed against my pussy. I don’t even give him the time to thrust; I do it for him, pushing my ass back and forcing his cock inside my pussy.

  It enters me in an instant, its thickness forcing me to drop a loud string of moans into the cool night.

  Holding me tight, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks, Kane starts thrusting again—hard. I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits, my mouth open as I try to get the air in, and the night is filled with the sound of Kane’s thighs slapping my bare ass.

  And I moan. I moan very loudly.

  For a moment, I wonder about Kane’s staff—can they hear us? Do they know that his boss is fucking the model he brought over for dinner?

  Funny enough, that doesn’t embarrass me; it just makes me even hornier, my blood boiling as I imagine everyone in the estate being forced to hear my loud moans. I never got the public sex thing, but right now, I just want to shout to the world that I have Kane’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

  I know I shouldn’t be doing it, and I know that Sophia is going to give me hell for it. But right now, that’s the last thing on my mind. I just want to enjoy the moment for as long as it lasts.

  I don’t want to think about the past or the future...I want to live in the now.

  Thrusting my ass back at Kane, I set the pace to a neck-breaking one. I push my bo
dy to the limit, beads of sweat already pooling on my forehead, and I feel another orgasm coming for me. Its warm fingers are already caressing my soul, and I know it’ll only be a matter of seconds till I—

  “OH, GOD!” I moan as loudly as I can, all air leaving my lungs as ecstasy assaults me.

  My pussy tightens up once more, and I grip the railing tight with my hands, my eyeballs rolling in their orbits as every single muscle in my body starts twitching.

  After Derek fucked me, I thought it was impossible to feel that much pleasure…and Kane just proved me wrong. He made the impossible happen, making me come as hard as Derek did.

  Still in the throes of my orgasm, I feel Kane’s cock come alive inside my pussy. Guided by instinct, I don’t even think about what I do next—I just do it.

  I stand up straight, forcing Derek’s cock out of me, and then I turn around. He’s surprised, but I don’t give him the time to say or do anything about it.

  I just go down on my knees.

  Moving as fast as I can, I grab his cock, and opening my mouth, roll my lips down the whole length of his cock. The moment my tongue touches its tip, his cock starts to twitch against it, and I feel the creamy saltiness of his seed spilling into my mouth with a fury.

  I bob my head back and forth slowly, keeping the pace as Kane comes inside my mouth, his hands resting on my head. When I feel his final drop touch my tongue, his cock finally still, I slip it out of my mouth.

  Looking up at him, a grin in my lips, I swallow it all.

  “You’re fucking amazing,” he tells me in a single breath.

  My reply comes immediately.

  “Makes two of us.”

  18

  Kane

  Diana sort of wobbles out of the house into the driveway. She’s hastily trying to get a rogue twain of her hair to straighten out while holding on to her purse. The limo waits for her in the driveway, the driver holding the back door open for her.

  She pauses for a while, straightening her dress in the ground lights of the driveway.

  Then, she turns and looks at the house. She specifically looks up at me, as I’m standing in the balcony, looking down at her.

  I don’t smile, but neither does she. I don’t wave, but neither does she.

  A lot passes between us in that split second, a lot that is better left unsaid.

  Because what else is there to be said? We practically just had sex like two fucking animals.

  I suck in a deep breath, and then I’m back in the patio, destroying the entire table as I throw her body on there, mount her like a raging swordsman, and pound into her pussy with reckless abandon. As the thought blows through my mind, pleasure strikes me like lightning. I twitch, feeling my cock stirring once again.

  Diana looks away.

  She says something to the limo driver. This far, I have no idea what she says to him, but I see him nod in obedience. She slips into the car, disappearing from my view.

  The driver shuts the car door softly, and I’m startled out of my reverie.

  I watch long enough to see the driver get into the car, drive around the fountain to the exit and out of the gate. The car speeds down the adjacent street before it’s lost from view.

  But even though Diana’s gone from my house, she still remains very much with me.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  Usually, after sex, I’m very happy with myself.

  Another conquest. Another pussy fucked. Another woman made to obey.

  That sort of thing.

  Especially if she’s playing hard to get—like a competitor I want to beat or something. Maybe even a client—that’s the fun of it.

  Sex is always more exhilarating when it’s forbidden.

  Sex with Diana was obviously forbidden, seeing as how Derek and I are vying for her signature, and seeing how the whole world is talking about her. More so, it’s definitely against all moral code and ethics for me to have fucked her the way I did, considering it was supposed to have been a candid business meeting.

  So, naturally, I should have been exhilarated…but I’m not feeling it.

  I’m not feeling it at all. All I’m feeling is an intense tightness in my chest, and I don’t know what it means.

  I feel tension gripping my body. I feel like I’ve been exposed the moment she walked out of here. I feel fear because I don’t know what she’s going to do next.

  I don’t know what all these fucking feelings mean. But they’re there with me.

  And I can’t fucking figure them out.

  I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s everywhere.

  Whatever I try to think of, she’s there. Her perfect tits, her perfect ass, her perfect face…her delicious pussy. The feel of her breasts on my bare chest, the feel of her in my mouth.

  She tastes good, so fucking good. She smells good as well.

  And, my god, does she scream. I practically sustained my erection with her screaming moans alone.

  She made me feel like a fucking king. More than I usually feel with any other girl.

  Making out with her was different. Special.

  Shit! What the fuck is wrong with me?

  I rush into the shower and have a good scrub, hoping I’ll be able to get her out of my mind. But no—when I come back out, she’s still holding my mind captive.

  I rush to my bedside phone with the intent of calling Diana to come back. I fucking want her to sleep in my bed, to keep me company through the night. I want to fuck her again and again and again.

  I’m about to dial her number when I catch myself and put the phone back in its cradle.

  “Calm the fuck down, man!” I growl at myself.

  I heave a sigh and just slide into my bed.

  Time passes by. I nod off, but I’m awakened by the sound of the limo driving back into the estate. Briefly, I imagine that Diana had asked the driver to take her back.

  To take her back immediately because she couldn’t stand one more second away from my arms.

  I jump to my feet and dash to the window. Looking through the curtains, I see that it’s just the chauffeur returning.

  No Diana.

  I feel my heart sag.

  I walk over to my study, which is adjacent to my king-size bedroom. Maybe, immersing myself in some of the documents I’ve received from finance yesterday will get my mind off Diana.

  Less than thirty minutes into poring over the figures, I catch myself pausing, my mind slowly going back to thoughts of Diana.

  I’m definitely going crazy, I think to myself. Either that or I’ve been fed some fucking love potion and shit.

  A thought pops into my mind. I drop the documents and lean back on my vintage and—you guessed it—expensive as fuck throne-like chair.

  Is this how Derek feels, too? Is this how it went between him and Diana?

  I can help but feel an upshot of disgust and jealousy in my throat.

  Little wonder when I mentioned Derek, she blushed terribly. She had already fucked him. She fucked him, and she enjoyed it.

  She enjoyed it so much that the thought of the time she’d spent with Derek made her blush—possibly even wet.

  Question is, does Derek feel the same way?

  If I were to guess, I’d say yes.

  The fucker loves women like Diana. I would know since I’ve practically known this guy since he was a fucking teenager in college. And if Derek has these same feelings for Diana as I do…well, shit, it definitely makes me mad.

  There’s no fucking room in Diana’s pussy for two dicks!

  But even as my mind screams that, I can’t stop thinking about Diana with Derek. What will I do if she decides to go to him?

  What am I prepared to do?

  Realizing that the finance documents weren’t doing their job, I retire to the dining room for a late dinner. The chef has already prepared something light. So, I pour myself a glass of wine and begin to eat.

  As I do, I consider everything.

  I won’t let go of Diana. N
ow, it’s more than having her work for Lush.

  I want her. I want her every day, all day. She makes me come alive.

  She makes me feel like the fucking king that I am.

  No girl has ever managed to do that, not ever. Believe me; I’ve fucked quite the number of women. All colors, all shapes, all backgrounds.

  Rich, poor—all of them.

  Still, Diana stands out.

  Is it because Derek wants her so bad, too? Does this have anything to do with our rivalry? Maybe it’s rooted in some psychological bullshit?

  I don’t fucking know. One thing I do know is that I’m willing to go to any length to prevent Derek from winning this one.

  Any length?

  As the question comes unbidden to my mind, I have flashes of movies I’ve watched in the past where men go to the extent of breaking the law for the women they love.

  This is where I catch myself and pause eating.

  Could I do that? Even for Diana?

  But then, I’m overwhelmed with images of Derek with Diana living happily ever after. While I’m somewhere in the background, out of a job because Sinful finally succeeded in crushing Lush.

  “No fucking way,” I say, slamming the glass into the table and shattering it to bits.

  The chef runs into the dining room.

  He looks around to see what happened. When he sees me frowning, he gives a curt bow and excuses himself. Because he knows that when I’m fucking pissed, you should just get out of my fucking way.

  The feeling of jealousy intensifies in my chest as I fight the notion of Derek with Diana. Strangely, as I do this, my heart races. It’s as though I’m excited at…something.

  Something that doesn’t necessarily have to involve any bloodshed.

  I frown at the idea, banishing it from my mind. Confused, I ask myself the third time.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  19

  Diana

  Sophia sits opposite me, reading the menu. She makes a face as she scans the paper, mumbling to herself.

  I wait silently, patiently. Sophia cannot be bothered when she’s trying to decide what she wants to eat. I don’t even try to bother her because I know she’ll order for two, and I always like what she orders.