Autumn's palms were sweating as she made her way toward the towering skyscraper that housed Obsidian Enterprises. She couldn't believe her luck in getting the job at Obsidian. She wondered why anyone would name their company with that name. At the same time, she couldn't help feeling a sense of unease.
The job had fallen into her lap out of nowhere without even an interview or any real qualifications. She had heard rumors about the company's reputation as she researched. Most of the articles about them were about how they demand a lot of productivity and fire people if things don't go their way. She felt as if the company has a dark side. But despite the warnings, she couldn't resist the allure of the high salary and the chance to work for such a powerful company. This might aid her in the future.
As she stepped into the sleek, modern lobby of Obsidian Enterprises, Autumn couldn't help feeling out of place. The other employees around her all seemed to exude a sense of confidence and power, whereas she felt small and insignificant.
"Good morning, Miss Wraith. Mr. Stone has been expecting you," the receptionist said, a hint of disdain in her voice as she handed over a visitor badge to Autumn. She couldn't help but feel intimidated as she followed the woman's directions toward the elevators. She felt like she was entering a different world, a world of power, money, and danger.
When the elevator doors opened, Autumn stepped out into a spacious office with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city She made her way toward the elevators, her heart beating faster with every passing second. What had she gotten herself into? Would she be able to handle the pressure of working for this company?
Autumn took a deep breath and knocked on the door of Zyler's office. She waited nervously for a response, feeling a sense of anticipation building inside of her. "Come in," came Zyler's deep voice from inside the room. "This man definitely has a beautiful voice," her mind teased her. She squeezed her conscience's throat and touched the door.
Autumn slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes immediately locking onto Zyler's imposing figure. He was breathtaking up close, with chiseled features and a muscular build that left her speechless. She had a feeling of familiarity with him. She made her presence known, and she knew he knew that she was there. Her heels were audible across the floor.
Zyler barely glanced up from his work as she stepped inside, his eyes fixed on the papers in front of him. He knew it was her, of course - he had been waiting. Why was he waiting? He had no fucking clue, not even a bit. Her sensual perfume hit his nostrils before her voice hit his ears. He knew she was there. All those nights of imagination, and now that she was here, in the flesh, he found himself conflicted. He wanted her - that much was certain - but he also knew that he needed to play his cards right if he wanted to keep her close.
He continued to work on his project, pretending not to notice Autumn as she stood nervously in the office. He could sense her eyes on him, drinking in his every movement, and it only fueled his desire for her. Finally, he looked up, his eyes locking onto hers with a cold intensity. "You're late," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Was she?" she looked down at her watch. She was 10 minutes early. Why would he say she is late? Maybe this is the way of the rich.
"I asked you a question, Miss. Wraith, why are you late?" he went back to his papers waiting for her to answer. He sensed her fear, he could smell it, and he loved it. Autumn felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound of his voice, and her tears threatened to spill out of her eyes. She knew that she was in deep trouble, but she couldn't help feeling drawn to him, despite her fear. She wasn't late, she is early. What is he implying?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stone," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I got lost," she felt pathetic saying it. That was the safest answer. The movement in the office stopped. He put his pen down and interlaced his fingers looking right at her. The girl's blood ran cold. Why was he eyeing her like he was going to steal her soul and lock it in a crystal cage? And those blue eyes, again, there was a sense of familiarity in them.
Whereas he was struck by her beauty, even more so than when he had seen her from afar. Her eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight streaming in through the window. His attraction to her was immediate and intense, and he felt a fire igniting deep within him. He knew that he had to have her, no matter the cost.
Zyler tried to push down his desires, but it was no use. He wanted her more than he had wanted anything in his life. He couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to run his hands over her curves, to feel her body writhing beneath him. But he knew that he had to be careful. He couldn't just take what he wanted - not yet at least. He had to play the long game, to lure her in and make her his in every way possible.
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes piercing. "I don't tolerate incompetence, Miss Wraith. You need to be better than this if you want to work for me." He saw her lick her dry lips, and the urge to take that lip between his teeth grew stronger inside. He clutched the armrest tightly. There was something brewing inside him. He didn't know how long he could control. Autumn nodded, feeling a sense of shame wash over her. She knew that she needed to prove herself if she wanted to keep her job,
"Take a seat," he said, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. He knew he was in absolute control of that situation; he could have her right there if he wanted to, and nobody would even dare to stop him. But no, he will wait. After all, the taste of patience is sweeter than honey. She sat down, feeling self-conscious under his gaze. She could sense that there was something different about him, something that set him apart from the other CEOs she had met.
Zyler noticed her scared demeanor and smirked internally. He couldn't believe his eyes as she sat before him like a little mouse trapped in a lion's cage. As a mafia don, he was used to being in control, but the sight of Autumn left him feeling unsettled. She was innocent and pure, everything he was not. He knew he shouldn't be drawn to her, but he couldn't help it. Her very presence had him feeling a sense of longing and desire that he couldn't explain.
Zyler's mind was racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He was excited to finally have her close to him, to be able to see her every day. As he looked into her eyes, Zyler felt a sense of power over her that he had never experienced before. He knew that Autumn was completely unaware of the danger she was in, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. He wanted to protect her from everything and everyone, but he knew he couldn't.
Zyler's thoughts were interrupted by Autumn's voice, bringing him back to reality. He pushed aside his conflicting emotions and put on his cold, unfeeling persona, the one he used when he was dealing with business matters.
"Sir?" she called with that smokey voice; fuck, he is hard now. He palmed his erection under the desk and started rubbing it. He wanted to hear her talk, and he could get off on it.
"Tell me about yourself," he wanted to hear more.
"Um..." she trailed off, but she heard him grunt. Concern clouded her face, and the girl wasn't sure why he was in pain. "Are you okay, sir?" she asked uncertainly, looking at his pained expression.
"Keep talking, Ms. Wraith. Tell me about yourself," he leaned his head back and closed his eyes while still rubbing his hard cock under the desk. She couldn't deny him. His voice held so much power that she wondered how she would survive working for him.
"Um.. I graduated.........." He didn't hear a word she said except for her voice reaching his ears. Closing his eyes, he imagined her moaning under him, which he rutted her with his thick stiff shaft, and that was enough for him to bust his nut, his jaw clenched, and his muscles stiffened. Autumn saw this and wondered if there was a wolf that had escaped somewhere. It was feral and fear-inducing. The man came hard in his pants. His eyes were heavy-lidded when he opened them. Looking at her lost face, he calmed himself down. This girl could make him fucking masturbate in broad daylight. What a vixen.
"Do I look like a fool Ms. Wraith?" anger filled his tone. He was angry that he was getting hard because of her. Autumn appeared offended.
"I don't understand, sir," her voice barely above a whisper.
"Hmm," he got up and rounded his table settling before her. "Why did you stop talking?" he crossed his arms before his chest. At full height, the man appeared even more intimidating, and she lowered her eyes.
"Look at me, Ms. Wraith. When I am talking to you, you look at me," he warned her in a stern tone, and she immediately raised her head. He hated that she was looking down and not at him. He wanted to stare deep into her breathtaking eyes, those seducing, lust-inducing eyes.
"I want my employees to satisfy me, Ms. Wraith, especially my publisher," his voice turned husky, and he clutched the desk. The top two buttons were open. It didn't give a full view of her treasure, but close. Autumn looked into his eyes, "how in the world is this man so hot and good-looking?" she wondered.
"Will you satisfy me?" his inappropriate innuendo went right by her head. It took a minute for her to open her mouth. He was so distracting. She had never seen someone like him. "I want you to work hard," he emphasized the word hard. "Very, very hard," she was a little frustrated. Why was he repeating it? If anything, she is a very dedicated and hard worker.
"I will try my best, sir," she wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt.
"Hm... working for me takes a toll on one's body Ms. Wraith," he licked his lips, and a wicked smirk crossed his face. "Are you ready to sweat for me," he knew precisely what kind of work and sweat he was talking about, and he also enjoyed how clueless she was.
"I will try to," she wanted to avoid his gaze. There was something in it, something dark, something profound. They were holding her captive, daring her to look away. Maybe she is overthinking. Perhaps he is not that bad, she needs to understand his working style, and everything will be okay soon.
"Can you get me some files in the cabinet over there?" he jutted his chin towards the corner cabinet. Autumn nodded, she felt uncomfortable doing it, but she needed this job. She slowly got up and walked to the cabinet while his eyes glued to her ass, the feeling of spanking her red rose like a wildfire in him. He leaned on his desk, watching her delicately pull the cabinet out.
He watched her like a hawk, his eyes never leaving Autumn's figure as she rummaged through the records. He couldn't help but notice the way her dress clung to her curves, accentuating her figure. Suddenly, he spoke up, his voice deep and low. "You know, Autumn, you have a real talent for handling things," he voiced, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement.
Autumn turned to face him, and her brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, Sir?" she asked innocently.
Zyler's lips quirked into a smirk. "I mean the way you handle those files," his gaze flickering down to her hands before locking with her eyes again.
Autumn didn't know what to say at the implication, "oh, um, thanks," she stuttered.
Zyler chuckled softly, enjoying her reaction. "You're welcome," he said smoothly, his eyes still fixed on hers.
"I want you to go to the records room and get the files that say construction work," he ordered her, and she could feel anxiety cloud her senses. It seemed too early to work, and she expected he would interview her and send her home for the rest of her day.
"Sure, Sir." She obeyed like a kitten and stepped out of the room.
As Autumn hesitantly walked towards the records room, she felt a shiver run down her spine. The dark, empty hallway seemed to stretch out before her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around, but no one was there. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she quickened her pace. When she reached the door to the records room, she hesitated for a moment.
The room was utterly dark, and she couldn't see anything inside. But something was pulling her forward, urging her to enter. As she stepped inside, she heard the door close behind her with a loud, echoing bang. She spun around, but the door was already shut tight. As Zyler approached the records room, his mind raced with anticipation. He knew Autumn was in there, alone and vulnerable. He could feel the thrill of the chase coursing through his veins, his heart pounding with excitement.
"Who's there?" she called out, her voice trembling. But there was no answer. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, and a hand reached out to cover her mouth. She struggled, but the grip was too firm. He slammed her front against the door, Autumn tried hard to break free from his grasp, but the man had a hold of metal fibers. He raised her hands and palmed them onto the door. His erection pressed on her ass cheeks. He ground himself into her. "Fuck, you are soft," he moaned.
"Don't be afraid, my sweet," a voice whispered in her ear. "I've been watching you for so long, and now I finally have you all to myself." Autumn's heart raced as she realized the truth. He knew she might have recognized who it was. The thrill of the chase, the fear in Autumn's eyes, and the power he has over her all combined to create an intoxicating mix. Zyler can feel his heart racing, his body alive with excitement.
He didn't remove his hand from her mouth, "I will remove my hand, and if you shout, I will fuck you like a rag doll," he licked her earlobe, sucking on it, "am I clear, my sweet?" he asked in a sickening tone. She nodded, not having a choice. He removed his hands from her mouth and moved them to her waist, kneading it. "so fucking small," he mumbled, kissing her shoulder.
"Who are you?" she tried to move, but the man was stronger than a bull, trapping her between the door and himself.
Zyler leaned in closer, his lips almost touching Autumn's ear. "You know what they say about me, Autumn. They call me the devil," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. The devil? Who are they, and why do they call him the devil? Autumn shivered, feeling a mix of fear and impending doom.
Zyler continued, his voice low and dangerous. "But don't worry, my sweet. I won't hurt you. Not unless you want me to." He paused, his eyes locked onto her scared body, waiting for her response.
Autumn's heart was racing as she tried to make sense of the situation. She was trapped in a dark room with a man who called himself the devil. She couldn't see him but could feel his presence looming over her, a constant threat that made her want to scream and run away. Every inch of her body was screaming for her to get out, to escape from this dangerous situation, but she couldn't move. She was paralyzed with fear, her mind running in circles, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the sound of her own breathing and the occasional creak of the floorboards. She didn't know what he wanted from her, but the very thought of it made her want to scream. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine as he stepped even closer, his breath hot against her ear. His voice was deep and menacing, sending a chill down her spine. She could feel his power and control, like nothing she had ever experienced.
"Did you like the gifts I sent you?" he asked, clutching her wrists between his titan-like grip. He brought his fingers to her lips and strummed her lower lip between his fingers, twisting and rubbing it. The realization dawned upon her; it is him. Who is he? But how? How could he be here?
"Answer me, sweetie pie, did you like the flowers I sent you," he hummed, burying his face in her neck while still rubbing her lower lip while Autumn cringed.
"Ye-yes," she had to play it safe. She was trembling with fear. He brought her hands to her chest and squeezed them over the top, like squeeze balls. She whimpered, feeling pain. "So innocent," he licked the back of her neck, yanking her head.
"And the head, what about the head?" Zyler's thoughts were dark and twisted as he enjoyed the fear he was inducing in Autumn. He reveled in his sense of control over her, knowing that she was entirely at his mercy. He savored his power over her, relishing in the rush of control and dominance. The fear in her eyes only added to his twisted pleasure, making him feel alive in a way that nothing else could.
"It was you?" she tried moving away from him to see who it was so she could complain to the police.
"Sweet Dahlia, who else would it be?" he crushed her breasts again. They were becoming his obsession. "Lucius's death was imminent. The minute he tried to talk to you, he was marked to die," he kissed her neck with fervent desire.
"Any man except me will meet brutal death the minute he comes close to you," this time, he felt her tears cascading down. She killed someone. How will she live with it? Not to mention if the Maddox's knew their heir died because of her, they would hunt her down. What has he done?
"I must say, you look beautiful while crying and sleeping. I want to make you cry more," he yanked her hair even further to the back, and he heard her wince.
He loved how submissive she was, he could do anything he wanted with her, toy with her, break her, twist her, and mend her as he wished. He turned her toward him in one movement, and now she was facing him. "Close your eyes," he warned, and she did out of sheer fear.
He was going to kiss her. He bent down, his breath fanning her face. Autumn took the opportunity to try and escape. She pushed at him hard, and he let her go, not because she was strong, but because she had to know his girl had no choice but to obey him. He let her run, and she did. She reached the door, trying to escape, and when she was about to touch the knob, he yanked her away from it, "no," she kicked her legs in the air. He threw her on the floor and straddled her. "Please, I don't know you," she felt him spread her.
"We have plenty of time to get to know each other, sweet angel," he brushed his lips with hers, and Autumn shook her head.
"Shh, you will love it, I promise," he licked the seam of her lips. "Let me in, baby," his voice was painful with desperation and hunger.
"No, if I have offended you in any way, I am so sorry. Let me go," she begged, "I am so sorry," she cried.
"Shh, baby," he dug his teeth into her bottom lips, "you haven't offended me. You just belong to the devil," he punished her lower lip even more. "You belong to the devil and his army, baby. If you forget it and try to get help from anyone, they will be dead," his tone dripped monstrosity. Something told her he wasn't joking either.
"The more you disobey, the more heads will end up on your porch, you don't want that, do you, fractured angel?" he inquired, rubbing her cheeks with his knuckles while his teeth were abusing her lower lip. Releasing his lower lip, he slammed his mouth to hers, biting, sucking, abusing, twisting her lower lip. His hands moved to grip her hips, pulling her flush against his hard body as he deepened the kiss.
As Zyler's lips met Autumn's, he felt a wave of desire wash over him. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, holding her close to him as he deepened the kiss. The kiss was electric, filled with a passion that had been building in him for days. Zyler's tongue slipped past Autumn's lips, exploring her mouth as she cried against him. He could taste the blueberry muffin she had for breakfast. His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her firmly as he lost himself in the moment.
For a brief, fleeting moment, everything else faded away. All that existed was the heat of her body and the hunger for her. His desire for Autumn consumed Zyler, and he knew that he would never be able to get enough of her.
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