Bought and Paid For

Bought and Paid for: Servicing the Billionaire Published by Adriana Rossi Copyright 2012 Adriana Rossi Discover other titles by

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* * * “Miss Kramar!” The baritone voice of the White Group CEO boomed through the heavy-set, oak doors. Mary cringed at the sound of his voice. What now? She had given him an intercom so that he could simply push a button and ask for her assistance instead of screaming through the door.

Mr. White had surveyed the device over his customary glass of whiskey and waved it off, saying that he was too old-fashioned and that he didn’t bother with such frivolous inventions. Matthew White was only thirty years old. “MARY!” She jumped out of her office seat as if a fire had lit

under her ass. She took a moment to compose herself and smoothed over her pencil skirt. Don’t give him attitude, don’t frown. Just do whatever he asks. She opened the door. “Mr. White, how can I help?” The shades in his office were drawn and the room was cast in almost pitch darkness except for the laptop on his

desk which illuminated his young face in a ghostly blue hue. One hand clutched a glass of dark liquid that he always kept at his desk. Matthew White, handsome billionaire CEO of Whitefield Malls: nothing more than an alcoholic. Mary mused to herself. Though it wasn’t exactly fair, Mr. White wasn’t exactly an alcoholic. He didn’t come to work

reeking of liquor. His eyes narrowed at her as if he was displeased with something she had done. His brown hair fell haphazardly into his eyes, which he brushed away impatiently. “Miss Kramar, so nice of you to join me at last,” he snarled with a sardonic grin. The ugly look on his face marred his otherwise

handsome features. “I’m a very busy man, Miss Kramar. You are being paid as my personal assistant. I expect you to come running when I call your name. I throw. You fetch. Are we clear?” Why is he such a prick? Is it to punish all women? “Yes, Mr. White,” she intoned. He frowned in a disapproving manner and

beckoned her with a gesture. “Come here,” he said acidly. Regret flooded her chest as she approached his desk. What did I do now? Mr. White had a way of making someone feel as if they had done something horribly wrong, and her knees trembled as she stood beside him. “I said, come.”

Mary gasped as he grabbed her wrist in a firm grip and pulled her closer. She could not bring herself to meet his angry gaze. With his other hand, he gently lifted her chin until they were almost nose to nose. She could feel his cool breath on her face and smell the musky notes of his cologne. All she had to do was lean in slightly and their lips would touch. The thought of such a brazen

action made heat rush through her veins. “I don’t appreciate your tone, Miss Kramar. I’ve given you a great opportunity to serve me. Should you chose to leave this job, I will give you the recommendation I feel you deserve. Keep that in mind.” His eyes bored into hers as he awaited her response.

Was that a threat? Her heart was beating abnormally fast—she realized that there was more at stake here. She wouldn't just lose her job; he would make sure the only job she would ever get was at the local diner. She put on a face of appropriate remorse. “I am very sorry, Mr. White. I don’t want you to think I don’t appreciate this job. I really do. I want you—I mean—I want you to be pleased with

me.” He smiled at that and gently stroked her cheek with the hand that held her chin. Then he relinquished her and paused, looking up and down her outfit, silently appraising her. A shiver ran down her spine as he examined her. “I’ve never really appreciated pants on a woman. You should wear

skirts more often. See that you do.” There was no shame on his face. Did he just tell me what to wear? Mary said nothing, but smiled pleasantly. She supposed he could afford to be sexist, being obscenely rich and all. Normally, Mary wouldn’t have tolerated such behavior in the workplace. But Mr. White was exceptionally handsome, and

she was flattered rather than disgusted from his remarks. She gazed at his impassive face and wondered the CEO of Whitefield Malls was actually attracted to her. “Get someone to replace the light bulbs.” Cruel reality set in. She was his assistant, nothing more. He just sees me as his personal slave. “Of course,

Mr. White. Perhaps you would like me to open the shades to let some—” Mr. White silenced her with a deadly glare. The shadows around his eyes were accentuated by the glow of the computer, and it frightened her. He was such a peculiar man. Every morning, he would drive directly in the parking garage and use the elevator to get to his office.

He demanded that the shades in the office must always be closed and shut. Once, Mary had allowed a sliver of sunshine to filter through her window and Mr. White had walked through it. He let out a guttural howl and then wrenched her into his office, where he reduced her to tears by calling her incompetent, stupid, and every imaginable insult in the world.

He was allergic to the sun and could not tolerate a ray of sunlight, no matter how small. He also forbade his staff to enter his office at certain hours of the day. Probably jacks off to some sort of sick, twisted porn he keeps in his drawer, she thought with malice. “You will resent me,” he had warned her when she was hired. “You will probably

hate me. I am a perfectionist, Miss Kramar, and I expect the best out of you. Every. Single. Day.” “I will, Mr. White,” she had said in earnest. “You won’t be disappointed.” “I certainly hope so. I’ve been through several incompetent assistants. See that you don’t become one of them.”

At the time, she had been taken by his beauty. His wavy brown locks ran down his head as if they had been ironed on. His dark, forbidding eyes hid behind thick, long lashes. He wore a constant scowl on his face, but had no wrinkles. He was uncharacteristically pale and had hollow cheeks, but all of this suited him. He was a formidable man, and Mary felt uncomfortable under his

presence. It was as if she was being x-rayed. She had applied to the job without any experience, fully expecting her resume to be tossed in the nearest bin. Somehow, miraculously, she had gotten the job. Mary left his office and starting searching for bulbs in the supply closet. She had been working for him for three months, and every time

she felt like quitting—which was almost daily—she would retrieve a pay stub that she kept in her pocket and stare at the numbers. Two thousand four-hundred and fifty. Every week. She took it out now and studied the numbers, blowing out her cheeks. No, she couldn’t refuse that amount of money. No matter how awful he was.

Mary found boxes of light bulbs and snatched one. She also found a ladder which she lugged with her. She dragged the ladder into Mr. White’s office and set it up under the light fixture. Mr. White was engaged in a loud, angry conversation on his telephone and ignored her. He adamantly refused to get a cell phone. The marketing department had distributed free iPhones to every senior

manager and upper-level management officer. Mr. White had tossed his in the garbage while Mary had looked on in disbelief. “That’s a four-hundred dollar phone you just threw away.” He had given her a sharp glance that made her bite her tongue.

“It’s ridiculous,” he had muttered in disdain at the touch screen display. “All I use a phone for is conversations. Why does a phone need all this nonsense?” The office was pitch black and the hallway only let a modicum of light inside the room. She climbed the ladder awkwardly in her pencil skirt, only to discover that the

ladder was too far away from the light. She looked at Mr. White, who was paying her no attention. He was such an inconsiderate ass. He could care less that she couldn’t see in the dark and that she could break her neck trying to replace the bulb. She climbed down the steps and repositioned the ladder. Luckily, she was wearing wedges today.

“Five million dollars?” he shouted in indignation. “That is ridiculous. I’ve been working in IT for thirty years! Don’t bullshit me, Greg. When I worked for Unicorp I used to do that in a week! Six months? Is that a joke?” Mary suppressed a laugh. Thirty years, indeed. What, does he think he can fool everyone? Mary climbed the

ladder. She grabbed the screwdriver she had stuck inside her skirt and began to unscrew the lamp. It fell into her open hands and she reached for the bulb. “I’m not approving that amount. If your team can’t do it—then I’ll find someone who can.” Mr. White slammed the handheld phone into its

receptacle, making Mary jump in surprise. The ladder rattled suddenly and adrenaline shot through her veins. Still fuming from the phone call, he turned his furious gaze to Mary. “Mary, what on Earth are you doing replacing that in those shoes? Are you trying to kill yourself?”

“I’m fine, Mr. White.” He blew air out of nose and muttered something about amateurs. Mary strained as she twisted the bulb. Mary looked down as Mr. White’s voice filled the air. He was on the phone again, and his gaze kept wandering up her legs and thighs.

She couldn’t help but smirk, prideful that the world’s most handsome billionaire was checking her out. In another world, Mary imagined him ripping off her blouse and burying his face into her tits. She could feel the skin on her breasts stiffen with gooseflesh at the mere thought. A man like him wanting her was almost too much to handle. She turned her attention back to her task,

her cheeks burning. Her elbow nudged the used lightbulb and it fell to the mahogany floor where it shattered loudly into pieces. Mary cringed at the noise and saw the pieces scattering across the floor. She replaced the lamp and descended the ladder, mortified at her blunder. Mr. White was finishing his conversation but showed no sign that he had

noticed anything. She began to gingerly pick up the large pieces of glass. Frustration welled inside her chest like acid burning at her throat. She grabbed a sharp piece carelessly and grunted in pain. “What are you doing?” Mr. White’s patented leather shoes were staring her in the face. Her eyes traveled

up his slacks, shirt, until they rested on his face, which wore a strange expression. Mary grasped his proffered hand, which was pleasantly cool, and stood up. She cradled her wounded hand, which had suffered a shallow gash along the ridge of her thumb. Blood trickled out of the wound, much more blood than Mary had anticipated.

“I apologize, sir. I cut my hand.” Dismay filled her heart as she watched his chest swell like a bullfrog. “I asked you to do a simple task.” Mary backed away from him. It was scary. He was shaking with fury; his hands curled into fists as if he wanted nothing more than to punch a hole in the wall.

“Replace a lightbulb. A monkey could do it,” he spat. It was if he had slapped her. “I—I’m sorry,” she choked. To her horror, tears were building up behind her eyes. Mr. White looked away from her, his jaw clenching in what must have been discomfort.

“I should go and take care of this, I’ll come back to clean—” The last words were cut off when Mr. White’s arm shot out and grabbed her wrist. “Come here,” he growled. Mary gasped at his tone and was caught off guard by his electrifying touch. She stood frozen in shock as he

pulled her blood soaked hand towards his face. The look in his eyes was animalistic— like a lion that had scented prey. His thumb gently caressed the gash and he pressed on it. Mary hissed in pain as the pressure caused more blood to ooze out. “Mr. White!” Now his hand was smeared with her blood. He

looked at it in horror, his teeth clenched as if fighting some inward battle. He brought his hand close to his face and his nostrils flared, sniffing it greedily. A shadow crossed over his eyes. His gaze traveled to her face, his lips curled in a snarl. What the fuck is this? Still pinned to his side, Mary blinked, her shame forgotten.

“Get out,” he said with effort. Suddenly, he released her. Mary stumbled backwards. “W—what about the mess?” “I SAID, GET OUT!” Mary tripped out his office, her heart beating a violent tattoo. Everyone had heard the commotion and looked up from their desks. A

torrent of emotions whirled inside her. Tears spilled onto her cheeks as Mary rubbed them away impatiently. What had she done wrong? She stopped at the admin’s desk and asked for a first aid kit. She took one look at Mary’s bleeding hand. “Oh my God, what happened?” “Nothing,” Mary stammered. “I’m fine.”

* * * The clock’s red numbers burned into the black display: 4:53pm. Her fingers drummed restlessly on her desk. What an awful day it had been. Since the incident with Mr. White, Mary had kept to herself. What he had done to her was inappropriate; all Mary had to do was report the incident to HR. After the inevitable

lawsuit, she would be filthy rich. Yeah, right. Well, it was borderline sexual harassment. It was odd that Mr. White had ignored her all day. He got angry often, yes, but he was quick to bark orders to her afterwards. Not today. An earsplitting alarm sounded throughout the office. Mary wheeled out of her cubicle and saw the fire

alarms blaring, red and blue lights flashing everywhere. A fire drill? At this time? Everyone filed out of the office in a single line, Mary watched them go, realizing that she would have to fetch Mr. White. Surely he was going to exit the office any minute now. Mary crossed her arms impatiently. What was taking so long? What if there really was a fire? She

seized the handle of the door, hesitating. She could not forget how his irises had contracted into thin, blue rings and how his lips were white and shaking with rage. A shudder ran through her body and she pushed the door open. Inside was a scene that Mary would never forget. A woman—bent backwards over his massive desk, her

legs locked around Mr. White’s waist as he plowed into her. His slacks hung from his waist, his belt undone. Blood ran in rivulets down the woman’s legs. Disgusted, Mary made to close the door softly, but Mr. White turned his head around, still buried deep into the woman’s vagina. His mouth was smeared with blood and the woman she recognized as an intern had

blood smeared on her neck. Mary turned and ran; a scream was caught in her throat. She wanted to vomit. What exactly did she just witness? Was the intern on her period while having sex with him? And the blood on his mouth? Mary didn’t understand. She needed to remove herself from the horrific thing she had witnessed as quickly as

possible She hurtled through the office door and considered the elevators for half a second before she slammed through the door leading to the staircase. She could not hear anything but her own panicked breaths, she did not fully understand what she had seen—only that she had to place as many miles between her and the maniacal CEO as possible.

Her heel caught on something and she tumbled down the stairs, her knee landing hard on the stairs and ripping open the nylon. Mary cried out as she slammed into the landing and gingerly felt her knee. Her hand came back wet. She clutched the railing and abruptly fell to her knees. Something had twisted in the fall. “Miss Kramar,” said a

deep, somber voice. Recognizing him, Mary struggled to her feet and hobbled down the stairs. “Get away from me.” He descended the stairs slowly, looking a touch more disheveled than usual. He was not wearing his jacket. His sky blue shirt looked as if he had slept in it. His chestnut colored hair hung messily

around his face and his lips were a deep red. Did I imagine it all? she wondered. Every instinct inside her screamed for her to run. “Stop moving, you’ll only hurt yourself,” he said as he approached her. “Don’t touch me,” she spat. “I’m going to tell

everyone—if you don’t leave me be. I’ll sue you.” Matthew White threw back his gorgeous head and laughed at that. The sight was unnerving. His prominent canines, smeared with red, gleamed in the artificial light. “And who would believe you? Who would believe you over me?” He reached out with a tentative hand. “You

are my employee, Miss Kramar. I pay you to do whatever I ask of you. I will not apologize for my behavior.” Mary shrank away from his touch. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to make everything go away.” The world and its

problems melted away as Mary gazed into Mr. White’s eyes. She slumped against the railing, feeling suddenly tired. “That’s it,” he murmured into her ear. She allowed his arm to snake around her shoulder, unwillingly drawn to his touch. A question burned at her lips. “Why were you drinking her blood? Why was it all over your face?”

He sat down on the steps, pulling her across his lap. She felt his chuckle reverberate through her back. “You must have imagined something.” She nestled against his chest, dimly aware that she was snuggling with the CEO of White Malls in a stairwell. “I guess so,” she said in a doubtful tone. “If you want to continue

working for me, Miss Kramar, I suggest you do what I—” He stopped suddenly, sniffing the air. His head turned in the direction of Mary’s bleeding knee. “Goddamit.” The hypnosis burst like a pin to a balloon. Everything came rushing back to Mary: the girl, the blood, and her escape down the stairs. Her

neck was bent over his shoulder—and Mary could hear him growling deep in his chest. She tried to sit up but his hands closed like pincers over her small arms. “Don’t!” she yelled. In a flash, he pinned her against the landing, fangs bared and eyes glowing with greed. “It’ll go easier on you if you stay still. I get more

excited when you struggle.” Whimpering, Mary twisted against him. “You are mine,” his lips murmured against her flesh. The sting of his fangs made Mary yelp in pain. Warmth flooded down her neck and Mary felt his tongue lapping the blood. His mouth closed over the wound and

sucked hard. She moaned into his ear, feeling oddly faint. It’s not too bad, she thought. Her hands caressed his back and snaked through his tangled hair. His sucking and licking of her tender flesh was strangely erotic. Her back was getting uncomfortable and she tried to turn away from him. He bit down harder on her neck like a lion refusing to

relinquish its prey. His words repeated themselves in her head: You are mine. Was this the reason she was hired, after all? His mouth was closed on her like a babe sucking on its mother’s breasts. Mary had a vision of him sucking on her nipples and her pussy heated in anticipation. Now that she had stopped

struggling, one of his hands slipped underneath her blouse and ripped off the buttons holding together her shirt. One by one, they flew off, scattering down the stairs. He withdrew from her neck to rip off the shirt completely. Mary felt her blood dripping down her neck. His greedy hands reached behind her and snapped off the bra. Mary’s breasts tumbled out with a sigh. She gasped as the cool,

circulated air nipped at her exposed flesh. One hand fondled her breasts while the other one grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled. His hot mouth returned to her neck and bit down with an audible crunch. Mary gasped as his thumb caressed her nipples in a circular motion. He pinched the tips and twisted them painfully. Pleasure spiraled

upwards as every movement of his on her skin ignited her nerves. His sucking and the slow, tantalizing massage of her breasts was making her wet. Finally, Mr. White swallowed and sat upright. He looked somewhat dazed, as if he had been drinking alcohol. Mary felt a bulge pressing into her hips and knew that a different sort of

hunger was growing in his eyes. “One appetite usually follows another,” he murmured, caressing her breasts. “Mary, I can smell your sex. I need you to spread your legs.” She did as she was told, excitement shooting up her limbs. She knew that he would see how aroused she

was. He pulled her skirt over her stomach and removed her nylons. Her panties were the last to go. She felt some resistance as he pulled them off, her juice had smothered the thin cotton. Mary gasped as cool air stung her pussy. “So wet for me,” he murmured appreciatively as his fingers slid up and down

her juicy folds. Her pussy clenched at the feeling of his hard fingers running up and down her pleasure center. Mary saw him bring his fingers to his mouth and watched his tongue taste her arousal. He closed his eyes as if savoring it, and then lowered his head to her glowing pussy. Mary could feel that she

was sopping wet. Her arousal dripped down her thighs and ass. Mr. White rubbed the juice into her skin as he forced her legs further apart. She felt his hot breath on her heated pussy and waited anxiously. Mary’s back arched as she felt his tongue slide up her clit. “Mr. White,” she moaned. She could feel his canines raking across her aching flesh and screamed when his tongue

plunged inside her tight canal. She could feel his tongue slipping inside her pussy, his lips closing around her clit to suck and suck. The wet noises were driving Mary wild. She just wanted him to impale her and hear that delicious, flesh-smacking sound. She widened her legs as far as they would go. He drove his tongue inside and curled it upwards, almost brushing against her g-spot.

She mewled as his head lifted from her pussy and he licked his lips greedily. His canines were so long they protruded from his lips. She could tell that he was restraining himself to ravage her, draining her completely. The idea of being owned by someone so powerful was arousing. “Please,” she begged, tugging on the tie swinging in

front of her face. “I want to taste myself.” He smirked, his hands cupping her vagina. He drove four fingers deep inside her. Mary groaned as he kept them inside her tight walls, while contracted around his fingers. He curled them upwards and pushed slightly. Mary balled her fists and closed her thighs together— anything to make it tighter.

He slid them out and Mary whined in protest. He showed her the slime that covered his fingers. “You want to taste yourself? Here,” he said and wiped her pussy juice on her lips and face. Mary had never felt so degraded in her life. She licked her lips and tasted her own, musky scent.

“You actually liked that, didn’t you? Didn’t you, you little slut?” he mocked her. At the same time, he tortured her by sliding his fingers inside her sopping pussy, slowly pumping in and out. Then, finally, the moment Mary had been waiting for happened. Mr. White ripped off his belt. “Get up.”

Wait. “What?” “You know I hate repeating myself,” he said dangerously. “You’ll do as I say.” Or else. The threat of being fired was implicit in his tone, but Mary didn’t care. All she knew was that she was experiencing the most erotic moment in her life—she didn’t want it to

stop. She stood up, stepping out of her skirt and panties. She was completely naked while Mr. White was clothed head to toe. Somehow, it made the experience even more arousing. “Turn around and grab the rail.” Mary did as she was told,

feeling vulnerable in such a public place. “Bend over,” his voice had lowered into a passionate whisper. “W-what?” Mary stammered. SMACK! She was rewarded by a vicious blow to her behind. Mary cried out as tears sprung in her eyes, pain

smarting from the blow. She pushed out her hips immediately, but apparently it wasn’t enough for Mr. White. SMACK! She reeled against the blow and spread her hips so that her vaginal lips opened and he could do whatever he wished with her. He reached underneath her and gave her tits a rough

squeeze. “Very good, Miss Kramar. You’re beginning to understand your place at my company.” She heard him loop the belt and her backside clenched in anticipation. As painful as it was, she truly enjoyed being humiliated by this powerful man—if he even was a man. “Do you think I don’t

know what you think of me? I was offended; deeply offended by those thoughts you had of me.” He rubbed the loop of leather along her throbbing pussy and tapped it lightly. Mary stiffened. How could he know what she thought of him? She had never said anything that could give her away.

“You’ve called me all sorts of filthy names in your head. And I cannot allow you to continue working for me unless you are sufficiently punished.” A scream echoed down the stairwell as Mr. White ripped his belt across her ass. He brought down the belt mercilessly again and again. He gripped the back of her head and forced her down.

Tears streamed down her face in pain. The last blow landed on the back of her vagina, but the pain was sweet. Mr. White dropped the belt and fumbled with his pants. Mary was still bent over, terrified to defy his orders. She felt his hard cock slide up her clit and she sighed in pleasure. He wasted no time and impaled her with one hard thrust.

She cried out as his thick cock stretched her walls, filling her so completely it was painful. He bucked against her repeatedly, thrusting as hard as he could against her already tender flesh. His arms seemed to possess her, one wrapped around her hips, the other forcing her back to arch. Mary spread her legs wider for him, feeling a jolt of pleasure with every thrust of

his cock. Her tits bounced as he railed against her pussy. Mary moaned as she felt his thick rod mercilessly pounding at her g-spot. His hands reached over and clasped over her hands that clutched the railings. She screamed as he fucked her even more deeply, his thick cock slick with her pussy juice sliding in and out with a

constant smacking sound. There was something wet on her throat, and Mary realized it was Mr. White’s mouth. “Oh!” she moaned as she felt the tiny sting. He struggled to drink from her neck as he pounded her cunt; blood was getting smeared all over. Mary saw her blood dripping down the railings and all over the

staircase. She was getting close; she bit her lip as he drilled into her pussy. His hands were so tightly clamped over hers that it was painful. Mary pressed her neck into his mouth. Her body shook as he fucked her once, twice, three times and Mary was cumming harder than ever. She soared on the wings of her orgasm as her pussy contracted against the cock that twitched inside her,

filling her with seed. As Mr. White slowed his fucking, his mouth and tongue sucked on her neck, draining her. His appetite seemed insatiable, but Mary was beginning to feel faint. She slumped against the metal rails. He withdrew his fangs and licked at her skin. Then he turned her around in his arm. They were both panting, exhausted. He ran a hand over

her tits and pushed them together. He kissed her cleavage and sucked on her nipple, hardening the tip. “All I want to do is bite and fuck you, Mary.” He looked at her with a greedy look in his eyes that made Mary flush. “Can I put my clothes on, Sir?” “You may.”

Cum dripped down her legs as she pulled her underwear on. She shoved the nylons into her purse and pulled her skirt on. Then she threw her blouse on. There were no more buttons. Mary sighed. Shakily, she began to ascend the stairs. “Where do you think you’re going?” She turned around and

looked at him searchingly. “Home?” Mr. White slid his belt inside his slacks and beckoned her. “Not in your state, you’re not. There’s blood all over your neck. No, you’re coming with me. It’s for your own good.” Mary hesitated. “Where?” He shook his brown head

and gave her a testy glance. “Miss Kramar, I need you to obey me. No questions asked.” Mary bit her lip and nodded. She walked down the stairs, her legs trembling with fatigue. “I hope I can trust you,” she said. Mr. White smiled impassively and took her hand. “Follow me.”

# # # Part 2 out now!

Bound by Duty: Servicing the Billionaire, Part 2

After a sex crazed evening at the office, Mr. White forces Mary to accompany him to his home and then to dinner. Fearing his blood lust and the power he holds over her reputation, she obeys, inexplicably drawn to the feelings he ignites inside her. Excerpt:

The door to Mr. White’s town car swung open for them, revealing the leather upholstery interior. The driver holding the door open seemed unperturbed by her half-dressed appearance and the bite wounds on her neck. Apparently, he was desensitized to Mr. White’s behavior. Mary wrapped her blouse around her chest ever tighter

and climbed into the vehicle. She collapsed onto the seat, her bare skin sticking unpleasantly to the leather. Her body was still throbbing from the freakish sex session she had received on the staircase and her neck ached. She didn’t know how she felt about the whole thing. Sure, it had been one of the hottest moments of her life—but what would happen now? Would things be awkward at

work? Mary squirmed in her seat. Mr. White entered the vehicle, taking the seat opposite her. The hungry look in his gaze was never satiated. Mary wrapped her ruined blouse around her breasts, feeling suddenly vulnerable in a car alone with Mr. White. A flicker of annoyance passed over his face.

“I prefer you without the blouse, Miss Kramar.” “No,” Mary muttered. He clenched his fist on his knee. “I don’t like that word.” I bet you don’t, she thought. “I can hear your thoughts, Miss Kramar. We’re going to have to work on changing

your attitude.” Fear sliced through her nerves. “How is that possible?” The idea of monsters living in secret around the world was absurd, and yet Mary found herself considering the idea. What if? The engine roared to life and pulled out of the parking space. Suddenly, Mary felt uneasy. “Where are we

going?” she asked. “To my home.” “You said you would take me home,” she accused. “And I will—when I am sure that you are ready.” The air was suddenly thin. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

He laughed—a wonderful sound that made Mary feel warm. “Good gracious, no. I am just acting in your best interest.” Frightened, she grabbed the door handle and pulled. It wouldn’t budge. “I didn’t sign up for this.” “Please,” he huffed. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.”

It was true. I loved it. But she wasn’t sure if she wanted to do it again. There were too many things at stake. Her reputation at work would fall apart if anyone found out. “I’m done for day, Mr. White. Please just take me home.” He leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of her head. “Don’t be afraid,” he began in a

soothing voice. “I’m not going to hurt you—much.” With that, he peeled away the blouse Mary was wearing, pulling it down her shoulders. Mary felt a jolt of electricity as his fingers brushed her skin.

About the Author

Adriana is an erotica and romance writer located in the Bay Area. She enjoys film, pop music, and karaoke. For more information, please visit her Twitter .

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Incest Erotica) Abby has always lusted for her virile, womanizing stepbrother. With their parents gone, Abby succeeds in seducing her brother--only to be interrupted by the goody-goody neighbor's daughter. What happens when Abby blackmails her into a threesome? Warning:

contains pseudo incest, threesome, creampie, rough sex, oral, fingering, eatingout, and girl on girl, f/m/f, and f/f/m.

Please, Professor When Clara panics during a test gone horribly wrong, she decides to seduce the physics Professor and her situation

goes from bad to worse. He sees right through her charade and threatens to fail her, but Clara will stop at nothing to get what she wants. Beware: contains spanking, anal sex, and blowjobs!

Fucking Drive Marie has always had eyes for the sweet, vulnerable race-car driver who works in

her father's garage. Forbidden to talk to him by her overbearing father, Marie finds a way to catch his attention after he wins a big race. Inspired by the 2011 movie, "Drive." Warning: Explicit car sex and blowjobs!