Page 138 of Illicit Games

We quietly sip on our hot drinks when a nervous expression forms on her face. She bites her lip to try not to say whatever is going on in her head. But her talkative nature outweighs her politeness. “So… you’re dating our boss.”

“Yeah, I am,” I say after a lengthy pause. I think I had a mini orgasm from just admitting it out loud.

She’s the first person in the office to mention this to me. Pretty sure Kian’s wrath scared the others from gossiping.

“Well, you’re a lucky girl making both brothers fall for you,” she teases. “I can barely hold one guy’s attention.”

I open my mouth to answer when a throat clears.

“Miss Mannan,” Kian’s smooth and all-business tone makes us both jump.

I whip my head toward him, swallowing the ball of lust at how dangerous and magnetic he looks in an all-black suit. It tapers to his ripped and Viking body so sharply, almost provocatively, I want to grab him and hide him from Vicky’s sight.

To her, he may appear calm, but I’m attuned to him too deeply.

He is mad.

Ahh shit! What did I do? Or did something happen? Did the police update him?

“Good morning, Mr. Singhania,” Vicky says, sounding so timid.

He pays her no mind. His stormy gaze pinned on me. “A word in my office. Now.”

With that order, he turns around to walk away.

I discard my coffee, mumble an apology to Vicky, and scurry after him. He’s waiting impatiently inside the elevator, holding the doors open. I rush inside, standing beside him. He presses the button for our floor.

Despite his broody intensity, I test the waters by sweetly saying, “Hey, love. When did you get here?”

“If you were at your desk, you’d know.”

I snap my mouth shut, failing to come up with a rebuttal.

The car stops.

He storms out.

Again, I chase after him. At the sound of my heels clicking after him, he slows his gait. I stifle a grin. He’s always on the verge of a heart attack every time I wear high heels, which just amuses me to no end.

My humor dissolves as he reaches his office and holds the door open for me. His expression is completely sealed.

Sighing, I step inside and spin around to see him lock the door.

“You’re obviously mad—” I yelp, finding myself airborne and thrown over his broad shoulder. “Kian!”

My back lands on the couch, making me bounce.

A rough and jerking noise pierces the air as my pencil skirt is wrenched down my legs. Next comes the tearing sound of my lace panties. My thighs are shoved apart, and a hot and hungry mouth latches onto my pussy.

The deep growl that emanates from Kian races a shiver down my spine.

“Oh, Kian!” I cry out as he devours my mound with open-mouth kisses. I writhe, moan, and whimper under the assault of his lips. Fuck! His expert tongue knows where to lick and with the perfect pressure to send me into oblivion.

His fingertips dig into my flesh as he keeps me immobile while stroking between my folds with his velvety tongue. Circling my hole, he coaxes more wetness to drip out, drinking it down greedily. Swirling to my clit, he sucks it. Harshly.

My back bows as I grip his head with both hands and grind harder against his lips.

Nipping my slit distractingly, he plunges two fingers into my cunt without warning. Held down by his punishing grip and wicked face, I have no choice but to accept the fullness. Rolling and flicking my needy clit, he finger fucks me hard, hitting my G-spot on every thrust.