Revenge Forsaken Page 13

  “And what did you learn today?” he drawled, his lids dropping to leer at her. “That tequila needs a rum chaser?”

  She stared back at him for moment, not replying, instead plucking her cell phone from the depth of her purse.

  She pressed play and allowed Delia’s voice to fill the room.

  “Nope. I was his executive assistant for a year and we screwed from the second day I got the job, right to the very last. That’s why he fired me, I’m sure of it!”

  Diren seemed to freeze as she stopped the recording.

  “But if you aren’t interested in what else she has to say…” Ayla said, spinning to make a hopefully grand exit. “I will collect my things and leave.”

  Her hand on the knob, his voice shot out.

  “Wait!”

  Ayla paused but she did not turn, waiting for the right words.

  “What else did she say?”

  “I guess you’ll never know,” she retorted, glancing at him over her shoulder. “Since you like to shoot first and ask questions later.”

  Diren stared at her for a long moment and then lowered his eyes in exasperation.

  “What are you going to do with that information? Go to the papers? Because I will sue you so fast – “

  Ayla scoffed.

  “I know - I signed a nondisclosure agreement,” Ayla rolled her eyes as she continued, “But even if I hadn’t, I have no interest in going to the press with this. Or anything else for that matter. I got this recording because you asked me to do it. If you don’t want it, I’m just going to destroy it.”

  His head jerked up and he gazed at her, his lips twitching as if he could not imagine she would take such valuable information and throw it away.

  “Really?” he asked skeptically. “You would just walk out of here and delete it.”

  “I’ll delete it before I walk out of here, if you want,” she replied, her hand hovering over the button.

  “Wait!” he cried, realizing what she was about to do. “I want to hear it.”

  She fully turned and eyeballed him, waiting.

  “Let me hear it,” he ordered, and she shook her head.

  “You owe me an apology,” she told him. “And my job back.”

  His eyes narrowed dangerously at her.

  “A what?” he spat. “Are you crazy?”

  A flash of nervousness bolted through Ayla and she realized that in her intoxicated state, she might be pushing her luck with the powerful CEO a little far. Okay, a lot far.

  He rose from his chair and stalked toward her and before Ayla could react, he pinned her against the door, his eyes bright with anger as his hand cupped the side of her neck and his thumb raised her chin to the angle he wanted.

  She gasped, her heart hammering.

  “You want an apology?” he growled, his hand tightening around her face. “Here’s your apology.”

  Diren stared into her eyes as his hand held her in place, noting the look of panic in her face. It stirred him deliciously.

  Before he could stop himself, he crushed his lips to hers, tasting the bite of vodka on her lips as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth.

  She gasped, raising her hands to push him away but the action was without any effort and Diren felt her acceptance of his forceful caress, as she allowed her mouth to part, permitting him entrance. His right hand began to explore as his left palm slipped back to cup her rear, pulling her curvy but toned body toward him.

  Any semblance of a fight was forsaken as she entwined her fingers in his hair, pulling his head toward hers.

  He half wondered if she would have pretended to protest his actions if she had not been tipsy. It didn’t really matter; her resolve was farcical in any case.

  His hand massaged her full, round ass cheeks with hard, almost pinching motions as he dipped her head back and sank his mouth into her neck.

  Ayla sighed, and his hand slipped back to twist her dark hair into his closed fist, while lifting her skirt upward to expose her thong.

  She cried out slightly as he bit into the soft flesh of her neck, pressing her fully against the door of the office with a thud.

  Ayla’s hands tightened in his hair, as he pulled hers, his lips traveling across her neck, down to the buttons of her blouse. Her core responded to the brazenness of his caresses by flooding her panties with moisture.

  Between her voluptuous buttocks, he rubbed, toying with the string of her thong, allowing it to slap against her center as his fingers danced precariously close to her openings, causing her core to clench with anticipation.

  With long, deliberate strokes, he teased the entrance to her pussy, his thumb caressing her most delicate slot as he slipped a finger inside her.

  She moaned softly, aware of Catrina sitting a few feet away at her desk, but she could barely stifle her cries when he added a second finger, his mouth finding the taut skin of her nipple.

  He bared his teeth, nipping at her sensitive breast as the movements of his fingers grew more aggressive and Ayla began to writhe, trying to reach the precipice that was looming fast, trying to force him to send her over. But it was no use.

  Diren had her exactly where he wanted her.

  He sucked forcefully on her nipple, simultaneously working on her clit, the motions in tandem, robbing her of breath. He paused, just as a rush of liquid heat flooded through her to dampen his hand.

  “Is this the kind of apology you’re looking for?” he taunted her as she realized she was trapped in this spot, at his mercy against the wood door. “Do I seem sorry enough yet?”

  She whimpered as he rose to his full height, withdrawing his fingers to slowly slide one inside her gaping mouth, leaving the sweet essence of her on her own tongue.

  The sensual and shocked look in her eyes as he pulled his finger away only added to the throbbing between his own legs and he boldly sucked on the other honey coated finger himself. The punch of lust that went straight to his groin at the taste of her almost made him groan out loud.

  She looked so innocent as she stared at him, licking her own lips tentatively, and then sucking the trace of juices away eagerly.

  He knew if he let her go, she would fall. Her body was soft beneath his.

  Slowly, he began to slide his hand down the front of her body…

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