“That’s it, baby. Give me everything,” he said. This Cadeon wasn’t someone she recognised. He was someone primal. He removed his hand from her hair and cupped her ass with both. Cadeon lifted her up and pressed her against the nearest wall.
Violet cried out as her back slammed against the wall. Not from pain but from the consuming heat he was giving her. She’d never seen any man be so out of control with lust. This is what it had to be. Lust. One of the seven deadly sins. Something so brutal, yet elemental, that it threatened to burn them alive.
His lips moved down her neck to the opening of her blouse. She watched his dark hard travel down her pale skin. A moan broke out of her.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked.
She didn’t know what he meant. Her mother might have been a whore, but whenever that aspect had been happening she’d been hidden away from it all.
“God, I want you so badly. I ache for you.”
He let her down on her feet. As he went to move away Violet couldn’t control her legs. It was like they’d turned to jelly.
“I’ve got you.”
She leaned on him. The effect he had on her was shaking all of her ideas. Cadeon had been in her life for a year at work but only twenty-four hours of her reality. He’d given her far more attention than anyone else. Even her mother had been cautious around her. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she cursed them and her existence. She hated feeling things she didn’t know or understand. How could she be so deeply affected by a man and not know what it meant?
“Hey, why are you crying?” he asked. His finger went under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him.
She shook her head and stared at the floor. The humiliation of everything she’d felt in ten minutes was consuming her. She needed to get her thoughts together before they threatened to explode.
His arms moved round her, and Violet went into them willingly. She needed the comfort he offered. Her tears spilled silently as always. The threat of being found kept her quiet.
“I-I can’t talk about it,” she said. The sound muffled by his jacket. He stroked her hair as she wept. The agony of being alone hurt her. There was no one she could talk to or turn to. She was alone.
A knock on the door interrupted her tears. Cadeon refused to let her go.
“Who is it?” he called.
“I’m back from lunch, Mr Ashwood. Do you want me to continue training Violet?” Stacey said.
Violet glanced up at him. His eyes pierced her with a look causing her to shiver. Such need reflected back at her.
“I’m sending her home. She’s taken sick. She’ll finish her training off next week.”
“I can still work,” she told him, but he pressed a finger over her lips, silencing her.
“All right.”
She heard Stacey leave.
“You’re in no fit state to work. You’ll stay in my office until I’m ready to escort you back home.” He walked her to the two-seater chair along a plain wall.
“I’m going back home?” Happiness and a niggling tinge of sadness enveloped her.
“No. My home is your home.”
He picked up the phone before she could question him. The phone call sounded important, and she sat down. Her whole body relaxed into the comforter. His voice sent a wave of peace through her body.
Her eyes drooped as tiredness swamped her. A yawn. Before long her head fell back as she collapsed into slumber.
****
Cadeon finished his call keeping an eye on Violet. He watched as sleep claimed her. As soon as he finished with his business with another tycoon he walked over and laid her out on the two-seater. In sleep she looked peaceful and so young. Running his fingers through his hair he went and stared out over the city. He had so many offices spread around several companies. England, New York, Italy, Spain to name but a few. The Ashwoods had become very wealthy several generations ago. It had started with a vision of making a bunch of small individual businesses and making them expand and grow. Over the years the collection of industry Ashwood Enterprise owned was extraordinary. He lived a good life, a life of wealth where he clicked his fingers and he could have whatever he wanted. Before Violet had walked into his life, he did have what he wanted. Models, actresses and young heiresses were queuing to become the next wife and inherit some of his fortune.
He shook his head at how quickly his life had changed when a young brown-haired woman had entered his office building. Moving to his desk, he sat down and started reading through some business proposals and signing his name off on some contracts that needed to be placed in a file.
He thought about the club, Possession. Every person who went was like him. A man trying to control his instincts. He saw some of the married men, saw the look of love and passion on their faces as they escorted their wives around. Married men with mistresses weren’t allowed. Neither were men with many women. It was an exclusive club meant only for one man and his one woman.