Eternally Seduced(4)

My eyes widened. Take me? Like, take me, like, now?

He smirked. "Oh, Ms. Everleigh, what are you thinking?"

I turned red, realizing he knew exactly what I had been thinking.

He said smoothly, "I'm just wondering how I can be sure that if I take you into my company you won't feel the same in the end?"

It took me a few seconds to answer. "I worked for my father's company  out of family loyalty  –  I gave it a fair shot but I just wasn't a good  fit. But the job your company is offering  –  I want it for no other  reason than I know I'm going to love it and work hard to be the best at  it."         

     



 

He looked at me, as if waiting for me to say more.

I looked back at him steadily since I knew there was nothing else I could say.

Finally, he spoke again. "Well put, Ms. Everleigh."

The whole interview took about half an hour, and he ended it with the  usual, "Thank you for your time, Ms. Everleigh, and we'll be calling you  about the results soon."

He sounded so businesslike I started thinking uneasily maybe I had just  misread the situation and he hadn't been really hitting on me. When he  stood up, I did so, too. I opened my mouth to thank him, but he beat me  to speaking. "Now that's over with … "

In the act of taking my bag from the seat, I froze at the strange tone  of his words. Had interviewing me been that much of a bore?

"We can start talking about us then."

Shock made my fingers go limp, and my bag fell back onto the seat soundlessly.

"Look at me, Yanna."

My heart raced faster at how different my name sounded when he said it with his Dutch accent, so pronounced.

"Yanna," he said again, warningly this time since I still hadn't looked at him.

The command in his voice was like music my body couldn't resist dancing  to and I found myself slowly lifting my head up to look at him.

God, he was really too beautiful for words. It hurt to look at him and  not touch him, and it hurt even more to force myself to stay still when  his words were so blatantly raw with his need.

"I want to fuck you, Yanna."

My lips parted in shock at what he was saying even as the rest of my  body melted. Every nerve in my body was screaming, undress now, undress  now!

When had I become such a shameless hussy?

He walked towards me, and I could only stand there, a slave waiting to  be claimed by her master. The thought made me cringe. Where did that  come from again?

"Mr. Kastein." I could barely hear myself over the racket my heart was  making. I started backing away from him when I realized he really was  determined to close the distance between us.

Looking over my shoulder to make sure I was backing my way to the door, I glanced back at him.

"Call me by my name," he commanded.

I gulped at the smoldering look in his gaze but said stubbornly, "Mr.  Kas-tein!" I ended up shrieking the last syllable when his hand suddenly  shot out, taking me by surprise as he grabbed hold of me.

Suddenly I was locked in the circle of his arms, his breath fanning my  face, and Constantijin was staring down at me in satisfaction.

"You're the only woman I know who's not dying to obey me," he whispered.

"Then I think you must have been dating dogs, not women."

He chuckled, but his tone was dead serious when he murmured, "I'm going to kiss you now."

My eyes widened in panic. I knew without a single doubt that my life would change completely if he did. "No---"

Constantijin had already bent his head down, his lips conquering mine.

I slapped his face without thinking.

He released me with a muttered curse, something in Dutch, but the way he said it made a literal translation unnecessary.

"Why the fuck did you slap me?"

"You kissed me!" My voice was shaking as hard as my body was. I couldn't  believe how just that soft ephemeral touch of his lips had made me so  incredibly wet.

He raised a brow. "So? We both want it."

His mocking gaze moved down to my chest. I gasped, crossing my arms over  it right away when I realized how my nipples had once again betrayed  me.

Constantijin drawled, "In fact, I think I can go as far as saying you  want more than my kiss. You want me to touch you, too." His voice  lowered. "You want me to fuck you right this very moment."

"I don't," I lied even as my body yearned even more for skin-to-skin  contact with his. The maelstrom of emotions erupting inside of me made  me want to weep. All of them boiled down to one thing. I did want him to  fuck me, right this very moment.

He hauled me back to his arms. "Let me prove to you what a delectable  liar you are," he murmured just before his lips were back where I so  desperately wanted and feared them to be.

This time, he didn't let go even as I struggled as hard as I could. When  I tried to twist away, he retaliated by forcing me back, his brute  strength easily winning over mine. He pushed me back until my hips hit  something from behind.

I suddenly found myself half sprawled on the conference table,  Constantijin kicking the chair blocking his way. It hit the wall with a  loud thud as he pushed me down, deepening the kiss, lips pushing harder  into mine until I finally gasped out my surrender.

His tongue snaked in without hesitation, tasting me like my mouth was  the sweetest and rarest candy. His lips and tongue moved with a mix of  gentleness and possessiveness, seducing me further away from all the  sexual inhibitions I had grown up with. His hardness bore down on me  heavily, but it was a weight I was eager to feel, and I couldn't stop my  legs from wrapping around his. We groaned at the same time, the new  position of our bodies allowing his erection to press against me, a  force of seduction that blew away every bit of common sense remaining  inside my brain.

When he pulled away slightly, I could only gaze back at him in a daze. "Say my name," he demanded, his voice even more guttural.

Unable to resist him now, I whispered, "Constantijin."

He groaned, kissing me again, this time letting my wrists go so he could  cup both my breasts, his hands completely covering them.

"Constantijin." I cried it out this time, head whirling at the sensations battering my body.

"Constantijin." I couldn't stop chanting it now, not when he was  caressing my breasts with a delicious mixture of roughness and  desperation. When he started kneading them the same time his fingers  tweaked my nipples, my head fell back against the table as I arched into  him, offering my whole body to him. At that moment, I was his.

"You're so fucking sexy," he groaned, and I opened my eyes to see him  staring at me with such hunger that I gasped at it. He looked like he  wanted to devour me. And  –  I realized with shock  –  I wanted to be  devoured by him.

"Say you want to fuck me, Yanna."

Even though my head was a mess and my body no longer belonged to me, I  couldn't quite make myself say the words. They were just too foreign  –   too strange for someone who grew up thinking in terms of "making love"  instead of just plain "fucking".

His eyes darkened, and I realized he saw my resistance as a challenge.

"Constantijin, no---"

"I won't let you go until you say the words," he muttered at the same time.

He deftly lifted my blouse up, pushing my bra up with it, and then he  was gazing at my bared breasts. Flushing, I hastily tried to cover them  even though I could feel myself getting wetter at the heat of his gaze.

"No!" Constantijin had lifted my arms back over my head again. He used  his other hand to cup my buttocks and I gasped as his fingers squeezed  around the curves, just before he pulled me close.

He bent his head down and took one nipple into his mouth.

He started to suck.

"Constantijin."

He sucked harder.

"Constantijin."

He pulled away and looked up at me, a feral and possessive look in his  eyes as he demanded, "Say it. Say you want to fuck me, Yanna."

I shook my head.

He took my other nipple into his mouth, sucking even more roughly. I  nearly sobbed at the sensual torture, and I couldn't help arching myself  toward him even more, silently begging him to suck harder and longer.

Constantijin did, and when he bit my nipple, I let out a sob.

He pulled away again. "Say you want to fuck me, Yanna. Say it!"

I cried, "I want to fuck you."

He released my arms so he could pinch both my nipples, rasping out, "Say you want to fuck me - Constantijin."

I found myself grasping his hair and his nape, shamelessly pushing his  head back towards my breasts. "I want you to fuck me, Constantijin."

He pinched my nipples harder. "Beg me for it."

"Please fuck---"

Someone knocked at the door briefly before it was pushed open, a tiny  gray-haired woman stepping into the room. "Constantijin, we have an  emer---" Her sharp voice abruptly died when she saw us, Constantijin  still pinching my nipples, my breasts bared to her sight.

Tears stung my eyes at the shame and horror of being caught like this,  and I tore myself away from Constantijin, scrambling off the table while  covering my breasts with my arms. As I hurriedly pulled my bra and  blouse back down, I heard the older woman murmur a brisk apology before  closing the door. I started crying at that. She sounded so … so used to  this. Did he do this to every girl he fancied?