Page 54 of Boss from Hell

“I wish I was your Lillian,” she said with a sad smile.

I had called her my Lillian unthinkingly. Hadn’t meant to. Of course, she wasn’t mine. The thought filled me with a new rage. I swooped down on her mouth and kissed her hungrily. Her smell made me dizzy.

“Take me in your mouth, angel, make me forget,” I commanded huskily.

“Forget what?” she asked.

My mind was a buzzing mess of static. I didn’t answer her, just guided her head downwards towards my crotch. I watched her unzip my jeans and pull my erect cock out. Greedily, I watched my cock smoothly disappear into her gorgeous face.

It was a beautiful, beautiful sight.

I face fucked my angel of destruction. I was rough. I watched her gag. I watched the tears come in her eyes. And when I came, I held her head tightly and shot my seed deep into her throat. I filled her belly with it, but through all of it, I could see in her eyes that she knew. She knew the real power lay with her. It was me who had lost control.

She was the mighty one.

She was the angel of destruction.

And her job was almost done.

Afterwards, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to her bed. It was a small bed. Rickety and quite uncomfortable, but there I gave her the best orgasm she’d ever had. Multiple times she screamed my name. When the waves died away, she looked at me in wonder.

“I cried for you in the shower,” she whispered. Her eyes were still wild with lust and her beautiful face was flushed.

Oh, Lillian, Lillian. If only I could believe your sweet lies.

I lowered my head, took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked it gently. Lillian arched her back, pushing her breasts further into my mouth. How could a woman have captivated me so completely? Lillian had me completely under her spell.

“Max, please,” she pleaded.

“You’re irresistible when you beg,” I said, burying my whole cock, every last inch, into her hot, wet slit.

She wrapped her hands and her legs around me. “Harder,” she moaned.

My breath became drawn out and ragged as I slammed into her. My climax was like hot lava. The pleasure was so immense it burned me. We lay in her narrow bed intertwined, our breathing hard.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve loved waking up with you in bed. You made me feel safe and warm.” Her voice was heavy with sleep.

I watched her until she fell into a deep slumber, then I got dressed and left. Dawn was filtering through the curtains as I closed her door.

The weekend was over.

Chapter 30

Lillian

Iwalked into the office the following morning at ten minutes to eight. My headache was increasing in intensity so I made myself a strong cup of black coffee and carried it to my desk. As I walked past Max’s closed door, I felt a pang of desolation hit me.

I put the coffee down on my table and I went into his office. His desk was clear of all papers. I went and sat in his chair, closed my eyes, and remembered that day I had sat on this desk with my legs wide open and allowed him to do whatever he wanted with me.

“Oh, Max,” I whispered.

Maggie was wrong.

It was not just sex.

I felt him deep inside my body. He was like an unexpressed pain because I knew I could not have him. Perhaps no woman could. No matter how deep our sexual connection was, one thing was clear, he didn’t allow me into his head. When I thought back to our conversations, he had hardly revealed anything about himself.

The phone rang and I picked it up.