Page 86 of Claimed By the Villain

Lucifer is keeping the promise he made me. He’s about to make my first sexual fantasy come true.

“One moment, please,” I tell the man, then turn to Amber. “My husband wants to see me.”

“And judging by that smile, you’re very excited about it.”

I kiss her cheek and walk away.

When I reach the top of the stairs, a strong hand—one my body recognizes instantly—grabs my elbow. He doesn’t lead me down but steers us off-course, as if heading somewhere planned.

The way my heart is pounding is almost alarming. My knees go weak as he leans in to whisper in my ear, “Don’t make this any worse for yourself, Miss Alston. Come with me like a good girl.”

I couldn’t say, not even if my life depended on it, how many people we passed on the way, or even if we are still inside Hazard. The only thing I know for sure is the music fading away behind us.

After about five minutes of walking, he steps into what looks like an office.

The space is all dark tones, but the lighting isn’t what you’d expect from a workplace.

The room is shadowed and, at the same time, intoxicating.

I try to focus on details, but I can’t. My heartbeat is loud in my ears.

I hear the door close behind me, and when I turn around, Lucifer, my husband, my sexual fantasy made flesh, is leaning back against it. Maybe one day I’ll get used to his beauty, but today, looking at him and knowing this man is mine makes me crazy enough to want to rip his clothes off.

“Your work in my office has been well below expectations, Miss Alston.”

I swallow hard, ready to play the part. “I’m sorry. Maybe there’s something I can do to make it up to you, Mr. Di Maggio.”

He raises a brow, his face blank, an expression that excites me even more. It’s as if we’re meeting for the first time.As if he’s showing me a side he wouldn’t reveal to Jackie, his precious girl, but to a stranger.

The wicked.

The real.

My monster.

“What exactly are you talking about, Miss Alston? I don’t like wasting time.”

“I promise this won’t be a waste of time, Mr. Di Maggio.”

His eyes rake over me, though his words are the opposite of what his body says. “I’m not interested.”

“I can make you interested.”

He gives me a cold, cynical smile. “Show me your best. I’m waiting, Miss Alston. And remember, your job depends on how well you please me.”

Shaking, and with part of me embarrassed because even in a fantasy I asked for, he still intimidates me, I sink to my knees. I stroke the front of his jeans, running my hand along his thick, hard length.

When I glance up, the blue of his eyes is nearly black. Then he catches my wrist, pulling it away from his jeans, and takes it upon himself to undo the button and unzip.

He does nothing more, waiting for me to keep my promise: to satisfy him.

Lucifer

She tugs my jeans and boxers down just enough for my cock to spring free, right in front of her face.

Jackie licks her lips, almost making me growl with lust, but I’m committed to giving her this boss-and-secretary fantasy.

She grips my cock with practiced skill, the way she knows drives me insane, squeezing the base tight, applying almost painful pressure down my shaft. Her hot, delicious mouth engulfs the head, sucking, licking, her tongue working without rest.