KISAREL.

The silence stretched so long it felt like punishment. He didn't blink. He wasn't even looking at me anymore. He kept looking over my head like looking at me up close would kill him.

I know this was reckless. I mean... The last time I did something this reckless was when I took a bullet for a stranger without even thinking.

"Careful," he said finally, "You have no idea what you're asking for."

I drew in a shaky breath, "I know exactly what I'm asking for," I whispered.

That was when he looked at me fully. For the first time ever, I really understood why everyone feared Ocean Stark. He didn't even need to speak to feel like danger. All he had to do was listen.

I'd never looked at him so up close before. And my heart refused to stop racing when his eyes pinned me to the spot.

"I don't fuck my employees, Kiss."

My knees almost buckled at the way he bit off the word Fuck. Heat crawled up my neck to my cheeks. And... had he just called me Kiss?

Moisture stung the corner of my eyes. "No one would know... I swear... Just this once. Let's be like two strangers who just hooked up for the night," I swallowed, searching his eyes.

This was a stupid move, but I couldn't go back now.

His gaze flicked down, then back to my eyes. I could almost feel the war happening inside him.

"You don't get it, Kisarel." He took a step forward, closing what little space there was between us. My breath hitched as I tried to look away, but his fingers quickly caught my chin and forced my gaze to remain on his.

"I'm getting married to your cousin," he said softly. "And I don't do scandals. Go to bed, hug your pillow, and cry about your boyfriend, before you ruin both of us."

The closeness made me dizzy, like stepping too close to fire. The crown of my head barely touched his lower chin.

His voice was firm, but his pulse? I could see it beating hard at the side of his neck.

"No one will ever know," I said and dared to push further, "Unless you're scared you can't match up with the man I am trying to forget... Sir?"

With those words, I saw his eyes turn a shade darker, and something dangerous swirled in their depths.

Before I could form another word, Mr. Stark wrapped his fingers around my neck and slammed my back against the nearest wall.

"Do you always play with fire this way?" His voice had changed. Whatever cold professionalism lived in it during office hours was gone. Now it was rougher, colder and more detached.

"Only when I've already been burned," I whispered.

I don't know where that came from. Some part of me that had stopped calculating risk somewhere between Jace's bedroom floor and this hotel room. Some part of me that had decided that if tonight was going to hurt regardless, it may as well hurt for something I chose.

He looked at me for a long moment. Something moved in his jaw.

His thumb pressed lightly against my pulse point and I felt my own heartbeat betray me. "You know what you want. You don't know what I take."

His eyes moved over my face with no urgency at all, which was somehow more frightening than anger.

His voice dropped to a near growl, "You want to get fucked by me?" He said through clenched teeth, like a lion whose ego was just tested. "Do you know what it means to get fucked by me?"

My hands flew to his wrists, struggling against his grip. Instead, his free hand moved to the wall beside my head, and he leaned in slowly until there was almost no space left between us. I could feel the heat coming off him, and my heart was doing something embarrassing and uncontrollable that I was certain he could feel in his palm.

"That little cunt of yours will get bruised by me. I don't make love. I'll fuck you so hard you'll beg for me to stop." He pressed me harder into the wall, "When I fuck, I don't stop because you cry. I don't stop because you can't take it. I stop when I'm done. I'll bruise you. Break you open until you forget every man who ever touched you before me. You won't walk right for days."

His breathing turned ragged.

"I won't just fuck you, Kisarel. I'll get inside your head and twist until the thought of anyone else feels wrong. I'll become the ache you can't cure, the ghost you'll beg to haunt you again."

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my mouth.

"One night won't be enough. Not for me. I want you to know that before you make this decision, because I won't pretend otherwise in the morning."

My breath caught.

"So..." His teeth grazed my jaw as his fingers tightened on my throat. "You still want to fuck with me, Kiss?"

God, his threats terrified me. But right now, the rational part of me was dead. All I wanted was to forget about Jace tonight.

"I want to see you try, sir," I blurted out the dare, pushing him to his limits.

For a second, he didn't move. Then his hand slid to the back of my neck, and he crushed his lips against mine, kissing me so hard I almost lost my breath.

"You'll be sorry you made this decision."

***

OCEANS.

Fuck.

I'd been doing everything to keep the little, hot nerd-looking girl out of my line of sight, and fate kept shoving her back under it.

When the board thought she was due for promotion and deemed my office the right place to insert her, that was when I knew I was fucked.

Since the moment I set eyes on this girl, my cock forgot what dignity was. Always jerking like a damn teenager every time she walked in.

The smell of her hair brings back memories that had been tormenting me for the past six years.

I was getting married to her cousin. And she was getting married to a man whose head I could put a bullet through, just for being the one who owned her.

I fought that lust I felt toward her. I buried it. Smothered it.

Because the last time I got involved with an employee, it nearly cost me my legacy. Since then, I'd drawn a hard line. No mixing business with anything that had a pulse and a paycheck I signed.

But right now - seeing the same woman who'd pulled something wild and starving out of me - standing in front of me, desperate, trembling, asking for the one thing my body had always craved? That was a temptation straight from hell that even the finest of God's angels would fall for without looking back.

I tried to turn her down. I fucking did.

That should have been the end of it.

I tried to turn away, because that's what a man with functioning self-control does. I had work on the table. I had a flight the next day. I had a rule I shouldn't ignore, and I had exactly enough scotch in my system to drown out that rule, which meant I needed distance more than I needed to look at her.

But she pushed really hard. And my control - usually bulletproof - buckled.

"You'll do every fucking thing I say without question. Understood?" I warned her, and she nodded hesitantly, "Use your words, Kiss."

She swallowed, and my tongue darted out and licked the movement that formed in her throat.

She shuddered, "Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

I pressed into her mouth again. Harder. She tasted like heat and salt and bad decisions. Her scent and softness tried to swallow me whole.

Fuck.

I was doing all I could not to break her. She seemed so fragile, the crown of her head barely scraping my jawline.

I pulled her off the wall and broke the kiss before I lost the rest of my senses. She was panting. Her small, plump lips were red and swollen. Her eyes were blown wide behind those damn glasses.

I took them off. " Don't ever wear that shit again."

Up close, without the frames, she was lethal. Big blue, almond eyes. Innocence and naivety dancing in them.

I took her lips again, letting my hand roam all over her body - flat over ribs, curve of waist, the line of her hip - and what I felt made me curse against her lips. Those loose skirts and gowns she wore to work were lies. There was nothing shy under there. Every inch of her was pure fucking heaven.

A full, high ass in my palms, hips that filled my grip, a body cut to make a man forget his rules.

Jesus. I almost lost it.

Her fingers clutched my shirt, tugging desperately. And when she whimpered, I knew it was over.

I pulled away again, forcing a breath past my teeth. My body screamed to stay pressed to hers, but I needed space. Needed to see exactly what I was about to burn my life down for.

Her chest rose and fell in ragged little jerks.

"Strip," I growled and stepped back to the couch, pouring myself a glass of whiskey as I sat and watched her fingers shake as she reached for the hem of that oversized shirt. God. Who the hell wore something like that to bed? A shapeless tent that only made me want to rip it off.

The shirt hit the floor. The shorts followed.

She stood before me, naked, with some white cotton pants that did it's best to cover every corner of her ass like it was a secret she was trying so hard to hide.

Her bra didn't look like something I'd choose for a young girl, if asked.

But the body in those underwears...? Any man alive would kill to have that body under him, screaming his name.

I dragged a thumb across my lower lip, staring at her. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

"Kneel." My voice dropped into something darker than a command.

She narrowed her brows, a thousand questions probably swirling in her head, but one look from me, and she dropped all that hesitation. And the moment her knees hit the floor, something in me went feral. That submission. Fuck.

Her hands were at her sides. Head bowed, hair sliding forward like a curtain.

Christ. Seeing her like that - trembling, skin goose-pimpled, chest rising and falling as she tried to breathe - made my restraint splinter.

I set the whiskey down without looking away from her. My palms flattened on my knees as I leaned forward.

"Now, crawl to me."

OCEANS.

reached down and fisted a handful of her hair, tilting her head back until she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes - big, blue, scared, wanting - locked with mine. All four things at once. That combination was going to be a problem for my self-control.

"Good girl," I murmured. "You obey so well."

I released her hair but kept my hand at the back of her neck, "Take the bra off. Slowly. And don't break eye contact."

Her jaw dropped. "Wh... What? Uhm... Mr. Stark..."

"What?" I bit out, my patience already running thin, "You thought we'll fuck with your clothes on?"

Her trembling hands rose, fumbling with the clasp. The straps slipped off her shoulders, and the fabric fell away, and whatever composure I'd been managing since she knelt on that floor took a significant hit.

I dragged my thumb slowly from the hollow of her throat down to her collarbone, tracing the line of it like I was memorizing something I'd be tested on later.

Christ.

My vision turned pitch black. Lust oozed off of me.

I'd imagined this more times than I'd ever admit to anyone, including myself. But imagination had apparently done a poor job. I reached for her, cupped her breast in my palm, and felt something in my chest do something I didn't have a clinical term for. I almost lost myself to the way it filled my palm - so soft, warm, full, round, perky...

She shuddered the moment she felt my palm against her breast. My hand left the first breast and took the second one, fondling slowly as I watched every fucking reaction she gave.

Then she moaned, and the sound of it seemed to startle her back into the room.

Her eyes snapped open, "Mr. Stark..." She said breathlessly, something close to a whimper escaping her throat.

"Oceans. Call me Oceans." I corrected her, my eyes never leaving her gaze. "We're well past Mr. Stark."

"I - I can't." She shifted, some belated instinct for self-preservation kicking in. "We shouldn't be-"

"Kneel, Kiss."

She stilled as I counted my words menacingly, my eyes darkening further. "Undo my belt and take out my cock." She looked up at me, her eyes wide, "Now."

She licked her bottom lip before taking a deep breath and reaching for my belt. Her tender hands fumbled with it until she undid it.

"Take it out," I ordered when I sensed a slight hesitation. She heaved a shaky sigh before dipping her hand into my trousers. I felt her warm palm clasp around my cock, which was already raging hard, and immediately, I felt every muscle in my body make a simultaneous argument for abandoning whatever remained of my patience.

She gasped, her body stiffening the moment she touched it - the kind of involuntary shock that told me she finally realized what she was dealing with.

She was about to pull out her hand after a gasp, but I was faster than her. I reached out and grabbed her hand, pressing it further against my cock.

"Where are you going?" I held her hand firmer, "Not what you expected?"

She lifted her eyes, and I could already see the awe and shock on her face. "Mr... Uh... Oceans. I..." She whispered, the words fumbling in her mouth.

"Take it. Now."

She slowly pulled out my cock, and the moment her gaze rested on it, I saw the way her eyes widened.

"Oh, God." She let out a shaky whisper and a gasp, one palm covering her lips.

I'd seen the way women react the first time they ever feel or touch my cock. The sharp inhale. The hesitation. The quiet awe that came before the hunger. But watching it happen on her face, for reasons I wasn't going to unpack right now, felt different.

I know I had an impressive length, but come on. Not that she was a virgin. And, stupid Jace was tall and a little well-built. One would think he has the kind of cock that won't make his woman gasp at another man's size.

She looked like she didn't know what to do with what she had in front of her.

"Go on, Kiss. I'm not exactly the patient type," I fisted the back of her hair and nudged her toward my painfully throbbing cock.

She twirled her tongue over the tip, and a cold shiver ran down my fucking spine at the contact. Slowly, she began to suck, and I lasted about four seconds before I came to an honest conclusion: she had absolutely no idea what she was doing.

"Fuck." I tightened my grip on her hair so she could look up at me. "Have you never taken a cock in your mouth before?"

Her red, glossy eyes held mine. She shook her head slowly.

She looked so innocent that it was almost painful to look at.

"Why?" I bit out.

"I... Uh. Jace doesn't..." She looked away, but I yanked her hair harshly, making her turn her gaze to face me again.

"Was he your first?" I asked, and she nodded hesitantly.

I regarded her a little longer and let her hair go. She looked confused when I stood up and left her on her knees.

"Where are you going?" She stood up and hurried after me, but I walked straight into the bedroom without sparing her a glance. "Wait. Did I do something wrong?"

"Get some sleep, Kisarel. You'll feel better by morning."

She was too fucking innocent for a man like me. I couldn't ruin her innocence this way.

She was quiet. Then I turned around - because the silence had a texture to it that I didn't trust - and fuck the shit out of me. Not only was she still standing there, but she had pulled off the cotton pants she was putting on, leaving her totally bare before me.

My eyes traveled to the small V between her legs, and I literally felt my resolve snap in half.

"I won't regret this. I've made up my mind..." She tried to remain more defiant than she looked, but I had finally crossed the line where I had stopped reasoning.

Rage and lust hit my bloodstream at the same time, and I crossed the room in three strides, took her face in my hands, and crashed my mouth into hers in a desperate kiss again.

The little moans she made shot straight through my cock, and it jolted awake again, a little harder this time around.

I wrapped my hand around her slender waist and pulled her flush against my chest. My palm found her breast, and the moment I cupped it, all the years I'd spent talking myself out of pulling her into my office and fucking Jace completely out of her system felt like the most expensive restraint I'd ever exercised. And it was finally worth it.

I lifted her petite frame up and led us to the bed, where I carefully placed her and climbed over her.

I parted her thighs with my legs, still exploring every corner of her warm mouth, directing my fingers to that wet, dripping spot between her legs.

The warmth and wetness there almost undid me. I sank a finger slowly into her core, and fuck, it was so tight it clenched around my finger and refused to let go.

"Sure you've been fucked before?" I whispered shakily as I began to pump in and out of her tightness, taking her rosy, beady nipples in my mouth one at a time.

She moaned and tried to close her legs against the pleasure, but I pushed them further apart and kept my finger working inside her, watching her come undone one inch at a time.

My cock felt like it was going to split from the pressure building there. The eagerness was becoming an actual problem.

I felt her walls clench harder around my finger, and I knew exactly where she was headed.

I yanked my finger out immediately, and her eyes snapped open from the emptiness she felt.

"W...why?" she breathed, desperation sitting plainly on her face without any attempt to hide it.

"My cock is a little jealous, Kiss. He can't wait to say hi to his new plaything."

I positioned my tip at her entrance, and she shuddered, placing both hands against my chest.

"Scared?" I said almost in a moan, and she nodded hesitantly.

I smiled - and from the way her eyes tracked the expression, I could tell she hadn't seen that particular thing on my face before.

I took her both hands in mine, securing them above her head, "Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Just keep your eyes on me."

She needed, but I paused for a second.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her, even though I wouldn't pull back if she says no. "If we do this, there'll be no going back."

"Yes, sir." She replied, and somehow, that response made my cock thicken further in response, which at this point felt almost involuntary.

I could only hope she knew what she was committing to, because the moment I claim her, the whole world, including Jace, loses its claim on her.

She becomes mine.

KISAREL.

I felt like I was being split in half the moment Mr. Stark pushed his length into me. Every instinct in my body fired at once, and I tried to pull my hands free without thinking, which was exactly why he'd secured them above my head in the first place. He'd known before I did.

I wasn't a virgin. But I could count on one hand the number of times Jace and I had actually had sex, and none of those times had come anywhere close to preparing me for this. For him.

He pushed the other half of his length in and captured my mouth at the same time, swallowing the scream that tore out of my throat before it could leave the room.

"Shhh." He pulled back just enough to speak against my lips. "You're good. I'm in now."

He wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes with his thumb.

He waited for me to adjust to his size. Then he started to move and oh God, the feeling of it - so slow, so deep, and so intentional - pain and pleasure so knotted together I couldn't separate them, couldn't think past the next thrust, couldn't do anything except moan and try to breathe.

He kissed me between movements, and it was the kind of kiss that had no business existing in a one-night arrangement. He kissed me like it was part of a job description, and he intended to do it properly.

If anyone had ever told me that my boss was the romantic type, I would have laughed in their faces.

I thought he was the kind of man who would just straight up fuck you without ceremony. But here he was, dismantling all those thoughts stroke by stroke. He kissed me between thrusts and made sure I was comfortable.

His kiss felt a little too intimate. I mean... Even Jace hadn't kissed me that way ever, and here was my boss kissing me like he meant to memorize the inside of my mouth and had no intention of rushing it.

I didn't have long to sit with that thought when he pulled out suddenly, and in one clean motion flipped me over before my brain had even registered the shift. Then I was on all fours, and he was pushing his blunt tip into me from behind, and the angle made everything feel new and impossible all over again.

"Oh, God. Mr. Stark..." I whimpered when I felt his impossible size pushing through my tightness.

"Call me Oceans." His voice was tight and strained, like he was holding himself on a very short leash. "Don't make me remind you again."

I tried to drop to my stomach, thinking it might ease the pressure, but his hands caught my waist and held me exactly where I was, pushing forward until he was buried to the hilt and I had run out of room to accommodate him.

I stayed completely still. I was genuinely afraid to move. I feared I'd tear up if I did.

"Good girl. You take my cock so well," He said as he began to fuck me properly, rendering deep, hard strokes into my stretched walls, with his balls slapping against my inner thighs and catching my clit at certain angles.

His thumb found my moist clit and began working it in ruthless circles while he pounded into me from behind.

I moaned shamelessly. The filthy sounds of his length pounding in and out of me filled the room.

"Oceans - please-" I didn't even know what I was asking for. More, or less, or mercy, or all three at once. My body had stopped being able to tell the difference between pain and pleasure about three minutes ago.

The sensation that came from being fucked by the Almighty Ocean Stark was on a different level. And the way he fucked me... I'd only seen it a few times when I summoned the courage to watch porn.

Jace never came close. At least, not in this universe.

He hit a particular spot that got me convulsing so hard that I fell flat on my stomach. He didn't stop. He parted my legs, positioned himself behind me, and kept hitting that same spot with a precision that felt almost cruel, his thumb working my clit in hard, wicked circles until I was convulsing against the sheets and couldn't remember my own name.

"Fuck, Kiss-" He grunted, his pace picking up, his hips driving into me harder. "You're mine now. You're fucking mine."

I was too far gone to process words. My brain had checked out somewhere around the third position and left my body to fend for itself.

"Say it." His lips dropped to my ear, his voice so rough against my skin that it sent goosebumps all over me, "Say you're mine."

I gasped, but nothing came out.

"Say it, damn it." He drove into me harder, and I yelped and moaned at the same time, the sound coming out broken and embarrassing and completely beyond my control.

"I... I'm yours..." My voice cracked under the intensity of the next thrust. "I'm yours, I'm yours..."

"No one else touches what's mine." He pulled out, and before I could register the emptiness, he had me off the bed and on the vanity table as he stood in front of me with my thighs spread around his hips. "I don't share. Remember that."

I could barely see him properly. My hair was plastered all over my face, damp and wild, my eyes blurred from pleasure and tears I hadn't even noticed falling. Every part of me was shaking.

God, he was so manly.

He looked at me for one moment with sweat running down the lines of his body and the veins in his forearms standing out like cables pulled taut, and something moved across his face that I was too wrecked to read properly.

"God, you're fucking perfect."

He wrapped his strong hand around my throat and pushed back into me. And this angle was the most exposed I had ever felt in my life... Looking into his eyes while he took me, with nowhere to hide from him.

I moaned and whimpered, and a small smile curled his lips. His smile held a dark intent, but I didn't really care because I was ready to be ruined by this man tonight.

With all he said before he agreed to do this for me, then it only meant this would never happen ever again. And I prayed to any God listening right now that things don't stay awkward between us after this.

Whatever this was, it would stay in this hotel room, and we would fold it up in the morning and go back to being boss and assistant and never speak of it again. That was the deal. That was the only way any of this made sense.

True to Mr. Stark's words, he doesn't stop until he is done.

No matter how hard I cried and begged when pleasure began to morph into pain and exhaustion, he kept going.

He repositioned me every time I started to go limp.

"Please... I can't..." My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand when he pressed my back against the bathroom wall and fucked me until the tiles were cold against my shoulders and the sounds coming out of me had stopped being words entirely.

"I warned you, didn't I? I don't fuck to please, Kiss." He grunted and kissed my tears when he sat at the edge of the bed and made me straddle him.

There was not an inch of this suite we didn't stain with our sin. He fucked me in the bathroom, the sitting room, the couch, and back on the bed again.

By the time he finished with an explosive burst of his hot seeds into me, I collapsed into his chest, and he carried me gently to the bed.