Page 27 of Forbidden Boss
“We’re going to my office,” I say in a low growl. “Now.”
I guide her to the office, then shut and lock the door. She wants witnesses, but I need privacy.
She spins before the latch settles.
“You have to stop ordering me around like I’m one of your men,” she says, seething. “I have every right to file a complaint with HR.”
“Stop,” I demand, holding the back of my chair, because if I touch her the wrong way, we’ll be past talking. “This isn’t a punishment. I have better security at the compound, and I need a weekend out of the city.”
“Youneed,” she spits, rolling her eyes. “What about what I need?”
“What do you need?” I ask impatiently.
“I need to feel like I’m not a hostage in my own life. I need to see my friend, to sleep in a bed that doesn’t smell like your detergent, to make coffee without a guard’s reflection in the kettle. I need to breathe.”
“You can breathe at the compound.” I shrug. “We have a lovely garden.”
“Where I’ll be guarded by your men,” she argues.
“Yes.” I nod, because that’s the condition.
She shakes her head, mouth set, eyes blazing.
“You keep making executive decisions like you bought shares in me. I didn’t agree to any of this.”
“Do you want to stay alive?” I cut in, cold. “Because you seem to keep forgetting that those are the stakes. I can keep you safe, or I can let you live your life and risk someone hurting you.”
“And you know what, Lev?” she yells. “That would bemychoice.Iwould get to decide whether I live or die.”
“I don’t accept that!” I yell back, finally losing my patience. “You don’t get to put yourself in danger just because you don’t want to be with me.”
She steps into me like she’ll swing. She doesn’t. Her fingers reach my tie, pause a millimeter short, like she’s reminding herself who I am.
“Move,” she says. “I’m going back to work.”
“No,” I say, staying solidly in place.
“I’m not your property,” she spits.
“You’re not,” I agree, more quietly. “But you are mine to protect.”
Her breathing turns shallow, full of rage and something deeper. I stare at her mouth for a fraction of a second too long. I step in, take her face in my hands, and she meets me halfway.
The kiss isn’t gentle. She fists my shirt and hauls me closer. I pin her to the wall with my body and grip her hips tightly. Even now, she’s fighting me for dominance. Her tongue battles mine, trying to claim me when she’s mine to claim.
She groans, pushing me away but fisting the fabric of my blazer so I can’t go anywhere. She’s a walking contradiction.
“You think you can kiss me into compliance,” she murmurs. “That’s not how I work.”
My hands slide down to the hem of her dress and I tease her, testing her resolve.
“I can make your knees go weak,” I remind her. “I can make you scream my name until your voice goes hoarse.”
I take my hands from her skirt and pin her to the wall.
“I can make you beg me to make you come,” I whisper against her jaw. “So maybe I can’t kiss you into compliance, but, baby, I’ve got a lot more weapons in my arsenal.”
Just to prove it, I grind my hardening cock against her stomach and feel the quick exhale of breath as she reacts to my words.