I blinked at him, surprised by his sudden intimacy. But before I could protest, he was leaning down, his warm breath fanning across my face as he kissed me. His lips were soft, his kiss tender, and it was nothing like the violent, possessive kisses Miss Adrianne had forced on me. This was a kiss filled with care and concern, and it sent a warmth spreading through my chest that I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
For a moment, I just lay there, letting him kiss me, letting him hold me. It was like a balm to my bruised soul, and I found myself responding, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands began to roam, exploring my body with a gentle touch that had me gasping for breath. He kissed me deeper, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I could taste the hint of mint from the tea he’d been drinking.
But then, reality crashed back down around me like a ton of bricks. I remembered his fiancee, the beautiful Miss Adrianne, and the games they played in this mansion. I pushed him away, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Harrison,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “What about Miss Adrianne?”
He looked at me with a fierce expression, his eyes burning with a passion that I hadn’t seen before. “Adrianne isn’t here,” he said, his voice low and intense. “And she doesn’t need to be a part of this.”
Before I could protest further, he pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me like steel bands. His kiss grew more demanding, and I found myself responding, my body arching into his, my hands tangling in his hair. The moment was heady, intoxicating, and I didn’t want it to end.
He broke the kiss, his eyes searching mine. “Don’t spoil it, Emma,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.
But the words had already taken root in my mind. “What… what do you mean?” I stammered, pushing him away gently.
Harrison’s eyes never left mine as he spoke, his voice steady and firm. “I want you to be my personal secretary, Emma. You’re smart, capable, and… you know how to handle yourself around here.” He paused, his gaze dropping to my trembling lips before continuing. “And I know I can trust you.”
I was stunned. Me, a secretary for him? The man who held the power to fire me on a whim? The man who had just kissed me with such passion? “But, Miss Adrianne… she’s your fiancee,” I protested weakly, my mind racing with the implications.
Harrison’s gaze softened, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. “Forget about Adrianne,” he whispered, his voice filled with a determination that was both thrilling and terrifying. “I’ll handle her. That’s not your concern anymore.”
I swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. “But… I didn’t go to school,” I reminded him, my voice small and unsure. “I can’t do office work.”
Harrison’s smile grew, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” he assured me, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “And in return, you’ll be close to me.
With that, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck. I gasped as he began to kiss and nibble his way down, his hands sliding under my shirt to caress my stomach. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my body responding to him in ways I hadn’t expected. He was so gentle, so tender, that it was hard to reconcile this moment with the man who had fired me so callously just days before.
But as he continued to kiss me, his hands grew bolder, sliding down to the waistband of my skirt. I felt a warm wetness spreading between my legs, and I knew that he could feel it too. Without a word, he pushed my skirt up and out of the way, his mouth moving lower to kiss my bare skin. I could feel his breath on my inner thighs, his hot tongue tracing a path towards my center.
My body was a maelstrom of sensation as he reached my panties, the fabric damp with my arousal. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and dragged them down, his eyes never leaving mine. I lay there, exposed and vulnerable, my heart racing with a mix of fear and desire. And then, with a single, swift motion, he buried his face in my pussy, his tongue plunging deep inside me.
The feeling was exquisite, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue probing and teasing. I gasped and moaned, my hands gripping the bedcovers, as he explored me with a hunger that was both surprising and thrilling. Rachel’s words echoed in my mind, a warning about the mansion’s twisted games, but in that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care. All that mattered was the delicious sensation of his mouth on me, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he devoured me.
As he licked and sucked, he slid one finger inside me, then two, his movements slow and deliberate. I bit my lip to keep from crying out too loudly, my body writhing under his touch. He knew exactly how to make me feel, his fingers curling and stroking, his thumb pressing against my clit in perfect rhythm with his tongue. It was as if he’d studied me, learned every inch of my body and what made me respond. And the more he touched me, the more I realized that this wasn’t just about power or control. It was about connection, about finding solace in the storm.
“Moan for me, Emma,” he murmured against my skin, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip hard to contain the whimpers that wanted to escape. I could feel the tension coiling tighter in my belly with every stroke of his tongue. His fingers danced in and out of me, setting my nerves alight. The sound of his voice, low and commanding, was like a drug, making my body respond in ways I hadn’t known were possible.
“Moan for me, Emma,” he repeated, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through my very core.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. A soft whine slipped past my teeth, and I felt a shiver of pleasure at the way his eyes darkened at the sound. He took it as an invitation to increase his efforts, his tongue swirling and flicking at my clit with a skill that had me seeing stars. My hips bucked, pushing my pussy closer to his mouth, and I couldn’t help but let out a louder moan as the pressure grew.
With a wicked grin, he sat up, pulling his shirt off over his head. His chest was a sculpted wall of muscle, his abs tight and defined. He undid the button of his pants and slid his zipper down, his cock springing free, thick and hard. I watched, transfixed, as he stroked it, his hand moving up and down with a practiced ease that had me swallowing hard.
“Will you suck it, Emma?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
I flushed hard, then nodded, my eyes never leaving his. The gravity of my decision weighing on me, but the pull of curiosity and the thrill of the forbidden was too much to resist. He leaned back on the bed, his cock standing proudly before me. I took a deep breath, the scent of his arousal mingling with the faint scent of his cologne.
Slowly, tentatively, I leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest. I parted my lips, and he guided the tip of his cock to them. The feeling of him pressing against me was strange and new, and I couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped as he pushed inside. He was thick and hot, and the taste was surprisingly salty-sweet. His grip on my hair tightened as I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock, exploring the uncharted territory.
His moans grew louder as I found a rhythm, my mouth moving in time with the steady beat of his hips. I could feel the muscles in his thighs tense and relax as he grew closer to climax. The power I held in that moment was intoxicating, and I reveled in the way he looked at me, his eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure.
I pulled away a little, taking his dick in my hands, feeling and touching it. It was hot and pulsing, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the power it held over him. I licked the cap, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. He groaned, his eyes snapping to mine, a question in their depths. Was I really going to do this?
The answer was clear in the way my own arousal had soaked my underwear, the way my nipples tightened against my bra. I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to let fear or doubt stand in the way. I took him in my mouth again, deeper this time, my throat muscles working to accommodate him.
His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I sucked and licked, my eyes never leaving his. The power dynamics of the mansion had shifted in the most unexpected way, and as his moans grew more desperate, I felt a thrill of triumph.
Suddenly, he pulled me off and flipped me onto my back, his body covering mine. “I want to fuck you,” he growled, his voice raw with beef.