The meeting lasted for at least an hour. Seeing a serious Nyx came as a freaking shock. I knew vampires were capable of some things, but not pulling off a meeting so effortlessly. He looked like he was in his world, a king with followers who always did his bid.
He introduced me to his shareholders and chief executives as the new ad director. I wasn't expecting that. I half thought he would make me his secretary, but he just handed me a good position, and without my certificates.
Not only did I get into the company of my dreams, but I got a position, many work for years before getting a chance at it.
"So, what do I get as an appreciation?" He asked the moment we stepped into his office.
I raised a brow. "For?"
"Getting you a position in your dream company, mea anima."
"What do you want?" I walked over to his desk to drop the files the man we met at the door gave to me. He didn't follow us after that meeting. He just pointed the way to his office to me and made himself scarce. I turned. "Do you need me to promise to work hard enough to make you proud?"
He smirked. "That's not what I want, Mein Schatz." He closed the distance between us.
"What do you want from me, than?" I whispered, despite having an inkling of what that might be. He wasn't even hiding the hunger in his eyes.
"Everything, Nae maum." He leads down. "I want to taste you, Daisuki," he said, his mouth close to my ear. "I want to hear you beg. I want to fuck you on this desk until you forget your name, and then I want to drink you down like the finest wine." His hands slid down my arms. "And I want you to want it just as much as I do, Mi reina."
My breath came in sharp gasps. My body was betraying me. Heat pooled between my thighs, and my nipples hardened against my blouse.
"Say yes, A ghrá," he whispered. "Say the word, and I'll give you everything."
"Yes," I breathed. "Yes, Nyx."
The word was barely out of my mouth before he kissed me. His hands were in my hair, pulling, claiming, and I melted into him, my fingers clutching the lapels of his jacket. He broke the kiss so he could lift me onto the polished mahogany.
He stepped between my legs, spreading them wide. When he looked at me, I gasped. "Your eyes…"
They were back to red. In that office, with the others, I could have sworn they were blue.
He smirked. "It changes depending on where I am. Since you already know I'm a vampire, I haven't hidden it from you. To humans, my eyes are blue." He kissed the side of my lips. "Which do you prefer, the blue or the red?"
"The red."
Even though it had scared me at first, it had gotten familiar to me.
He smirked. "Then I'll keep them red whenever I'm with you, Ma chérie." He rubbed his thumb on my lower lip. "Now, take off your blouse."
My fingers fumbled with the buttons. The silk parted, revealing the lace of my bra. His gaze dropped to my breasts, and an inaudible sound rumbled in his chest. "Tu es belle."
He reached out and tore the bra down the middle. The fabric snapped and my breasts spilled free. I gasped at the sudden exposure because the air was chilly on my nipples. His mouth was not. He leaned down and took one peek into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue rough against the sensitive flesh. I arched into him, my fingers threading through his dark hair.
"Please," I moaned. "Nyx, please."
"Please what?" He lifted his head.
"Please touch me."
He smiled again. "I am touching you. But I'll touch you more." His hand slid up my thigh, under my skirt, pushing past the lace of my panties. His fingers found touched my wet pussy, and he groaned. "Fuck, you're so wet for me, Querida."
He pushed two fingers inside me and I cried out, my head falling back. He pumped them slowly, watching my face, reading every flicker of pleasure that crossed my features. "That's it," he murmured. "Let me feel you. Let me hear you."
I was shameless. I moaned and I gasped. I rocked my hips against his hand. He was driving me toward the edge, and he knew it. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"Not yet," he said, pulling his hand away. I whimpered at the loss. "I want to be inside you when you come, Ma puce."
He freed himself from his trousers. His cock was thick, straining with a hunger that matched his eyes. I stared at it, at the way it, curved toward me, at the drop of moisture at the tip. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted it inside me. He saw the look in my eyes and shook his head.
"Another time," he said, his voice rough. "For now, I need to be inside you. I need to feel you clench around me when I take your blood."
He lined himself up at my entrance. The head of his cock pressed against my slick folds, and I held my breath, waiting. He held my gaze. "Say my name."
"Nyx."
"Again."
"Nyx."
He thrust forward, burying himself inside me to the hilt. I screamed. The stretch was exquisite, a fullness that bordered on pain. He was cold, but I was so hot, so wet, that the contrast made every nerve ending sing. He waited, his forehead against mine, letting me adjust to the invasion.
"So tight," he breathed. "So perfect, and made for me."
He began to move, and the desk groaned beneath us.
"More," I begged. "Harder."
He gave me what I asked for. He fucked me hard, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto him with each brutal thrust. I was lost, clinging to his shoulders, my nails raking the fabric of his jacket. He was everywhere—his scent, his heat, his cold, perfect body driving into mine.
"I'm going to come," I gasped. "Nyx, I'm going to—"
"Not yet, mon amour." He slowed, pulling back, denying me the edge. I sobbed in frustration. "You come when I tell you to come."