Page 93 of Dancing with the Devil

“Did you just raise your voice at me?” he asked and I mentally shook my head at her. I looked up at him to see his tongue rubbing the inside of his cheek and I made an effort to slowly swirl my tongue around his tip.

The muscle in his jaw ticked and he cleared his throat, lifting his hips a little.

Fernandina immediately noticed her mistake and I heard her shift uncomfortably. “I made you who you are, so you don’t get to treat me like this, Antonio,” she then calmly said. His tipbrushed the back of my throat, and I pumped what couldn’t fit in my mouth with my hand.

He gently scratched the top of my head and I squeezed my thighs together, adjusting myself. “Don’t ever take credit for my hard work. You fuck up once and you’re gone. I’ve made that clear already.”

“But that little maid doesn’t know how to follow simple instructions,” she whined and I rolled my eyes. I bobbed my head faster until eventually his grip on my roots tightened—I could taste his precum on my tongue.

I pulled my head back, spitting on his tip before using both hands to stroke him. My thumb brushed over his tip and when she spoke again, I puckered my lips, slipping him back into my mouth.

“And your fiancée?Please. I thought you had class, Antonio. She dresses sleazy, her hair is always fucking—”

“Finish that sentence and you won’t live to see another day.”

“Are you threatening me?” she asked in disbelief.

His hand curled into a fist on his desk and his tone sent chills down my spine. “Yes. Don’t ever insult my fiancée again, or having to make appointments with me will be the least of your concerns.”

Bobbing my head back and forth, I sucked longer and harder until he tugged my head back a little and I held back a teary groan, slowing down. His cum shot into the back of my throat and I squeezed my thighs together.

“Fine,” she groaned. “I won’t insult your little— yourfiancée,” she immediately corrected herself.

“Now, get out,” he ordered, and I sat back down, catching my breath.

“You’re seriously kicking me out?” she scoffed in disbelief.

“I’m throwing you out because I told you that I’d only discuss business with you. And, I don’t want you anywhere near my fiancée.”

A sound of annoyance escaped from her. “That’s fucking outrageous!” she snapped, jumping up. “We’re business partners,” she scoffed.

“Not for long. Now get out before I call security.” There was silence for a second and I heard her stalking towards the door. I peeked my head out from beside the desk and watched her grip the door handle with force.

“Bye, Fernandina,” I smiled, sending her a finger wave and her body tensed. She spun around, and I dragged my middle finger across my bottom lip, making her eyes grow wide. Her eyes shot to Antonio and so did mine.

A mischievous grin played on his lips as he looked down, lifting his hips to pull up his pants. “Are you fucking kidding me!” she groaned in frustration, slightly stomping her foot. “You’re gonna pay you little whore,” she pointed a finger at me and I stood up, pulling my dress down.

“If you don’t mind…” I slowly trailed off, walking towards her. “I haven’t fucked my fiancé today, and I get really moody when I don’t,” I shook my head at her. “And when I’m moody, Antonio gets mad—do youreallywant to make him mad?” I asked and she looked over at him. Momentary silence fell over the room. “No? Excellent,” I smiled. “Get out,” I opened the door.

She let out a sarcastic, breathy laugh. “This isn’t over,” she narrowed her eyes at me. “You won’t win.”

“I already did,” I shrugged my shoulders, slamming the door in her face.

My shoulders lifted as I took a deep breath in, slowly exhaling.Calm down, Nirah.

Hearing his chair move, I turned around, crossing my arms over my chest. He was leaning against the edge of his desk. “You’re still talking to her?”

“We were still business partners, Nirah.”

“Business partners?” I sarcastically laughed, taking small steps towards him. “She fucking hits Rosalia, lies about me, and you’restillwilling to work with her? Seriously?”

“Watch it,” he warned and I shook my head.

“You really can’t leave her alone, can you?” I asked, stopping in front of him. It took me a second to remember what Rosalia told me about their relationship, and suddenly, it clicked.He’d prefer business over personal relationships.

“What are you talking about?”

“Business partners…” I breathlessly said. I grabbed my bag, shoving my belongings inside. “I have to go,” I turned.