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.

KISAREL.

Every inch of my body felt like I had been run over by a truck.

I peeled my eyes open, and the morning sun almost rendered me blind.

Jesus.

Last night's event came flooding back into my memory, and I did my very best to push it aside.

I wasn't going to let it get in the way. Like we agreed, we'll act like it never happened.

But there was a certain kind of butterfly stubbornly flapping its wings in my stomach for no reason. It was probably the kind that comes with being bedded by a man like Oceans Stark. Or the kind that comes with being fucked by a man one could categorize as the god of sin.

God. I might never be able to look at my boss the same way ever again. Not after witnessing this other side of him.

The thought alone made my center quake.

I was kinda good at pretending. So... It wouldn't be a big deal after all. As long as I don't receive a sack letter the moment we return home.

It felt like the perfect revenge. Moonie slept with my man; I slept with hers. Good riddance. Even though that wasn't the actual intent when I asked Mr. Stark for sex. But it still felt perfect.

I was still feeling sleepy. But we came here for a purpose, and I had to get useful already.

My gaze drifted to the clock on the wall, and immediately, every ounce of drowsiness that was left in my eyes vanished.

It was twelve minutes past twelve.

I made to sit up abruptly but winced at the sharp pain that shot through me from between my legs.

"Oh, God," I murmured. "What do I do?"

I was certainly going to loose my job. I knew Mr. Stark wasn't one to mix pleasure and work. And here I was, sleeping, when we were supposed to have a meeting as early as nine o'clock.

He must have done his best to wake me up, but I obviously didn't wake up. Was sleeping like a log of wood.

I had lost my parents' wealth to my uncle, Moonie's father. I wasn't about to lose the only thing paying my bills now because of one single act of carelessness.

Once upon a time, I used to be the princess of Harry Kendell's empire. Untouchable and respected. Until I lost my parents in a strange car crash when I was ten, and Moonie suddenly took over my own life. I became the lesser one.

So, there is only so much I can do without this job.

I pulled off the blanket covering my naked body, and there, I saw a note beneath it.

"Relax. Don't stress it. Already left for the meeting."

That was all. I couldn't read into the tone of the note. Was he angry?

Jesus.

I dragged myself out of bed, limping to the sitting room where I kept my phone. And there, I found neatly covered plates on the center table.

There was another note tucked under one of the plates.

"Breakfast. You can heat it up if it's too cold when you wake up."

What the hell is going on? There was no way Mr. Stark was being this nice to me. There was definitely something wrong.

Could this be his own way of feeling guilty just before relieving me of my duty?

I moved around the suite with a racing heart, waiting eagerly for my boss to return and tell me what this was all about.

After a long, hot shower, I ate the meal, put on my glasses, and finally picked up my phone.

Seventy-three missed calls and nineteen texts.

Two texts were from Moonie.

I quickly opened them, curious to see what she'd say. Had she lied to her parents about me yet again?

Was I in trouble for doing absolutely nothing?

I read the first text:

"What the fuck are you doing on a trip with my man?"

Of course, Mr. Stark had told her we were on a trip. They'd spoken. He'd also probably told her about my promotion. That's why I never believed the bullshit he told me about not loving Moonie. I was certain he was lying.

I'd seen both of them together. I'd heard a lot about how loved-up they both were. He probably didn't want to admit his love life to his subordinate.

Her second text opened:

"Say a word to him about what happened and watch me ruin your life."

Typical Moonie.

I ignored her and opened the other texts, and they were all from Jace.

My heart fell immediately, and the guilt I swore never to feel was finding it's way to the surface.

I didn't like Jace at first when my uncle, Fred, arranged our union. But after a while of being with him and getting to know him, he stole my heart effortlessly. And since then, I became addicted to him.

One might even say I got to love him more than he loved me. But sometimes, he tends to prove that notion wrong... Just like now.

He made me feel... Wanted. And, shouldn't every woman be happy when their men made them feel this way?

All his texts were apologies upon apologies. His words got to my heart.

"Please, baby. I swear to God. She made me so it."

"Let's talk, my love. We can't throw away what we have because of Moonie."

"It was only this one time. Please."

"I'll die if I ever lose you. We can make this work."

I heaved a long sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. I was conflicted, but a greater part of me really wanted to hear from him. I wanted to forgive him. But... Oh, God...

The ringing of my phone shattered my thoughts, and when I looked, it was Jace.

I swiped to answer before I could even stop myself.

"Oh, thank God. You picked. Babe... Look... I swear, I'm sorry..." He started, saying everything and anything, all in a rush.

For over six minutes, I just sat with my phone pressed to my ear, listening to all he was saying, even though a lot of those things he said were lies.

Either way, he was breaking every barrier I thought I had built last night. And suddenly, guilt started eating me up as images of my sin with my boss kept resurfacing uninvited.

"Jace..." I called tiredly, folding my legs on the couch.

"No, baby. You don't have to say anything now. I want to see you. I want to hold you while we talk about us... I promise to be a changed man from now on. I..."

His voice drifted when the front door pushed open, and my gaze rested on the man whose effect I thought I could fight.

Mr. Stark.

By merely looking at him, my center quaked, and my heart began to beat a little too fast.

His cold eyes pinned me in place, and suddenly, images of all he did to me last night replayed in my head.

My throat suddenly went dry as I forced myself to swallow a lump.

No... I had to put a stop to this madness, my body was showing.

He closed the door behind him and started walking slowly, straight toward me. My body reacted immediately.

"I... I'll call you..." I managed to say into the phone and hung up before Jace could have the opportunity to say anything else.

Mr. Stark came to a stop so close that the scent of his perfume filled my nostrils.

"Who was it?" He asked ever so calmly, gesturing toward my phone.

I held his gaze like one who had been hypnotized, unable to look away even though I wanted to.

"Jace," I replied, and a dark shadow crossed his features.

He slowly crouched in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine.

He reached out, his fingers gently caressing the side of my face.

A shudder rippled through me at the contact.

"Kiss..." My name rumbled out of his throat, "It seems I didn't fuck you well enough last night."

My brows narrowed at his words.

"Maybe we should try again. It'll help you forget all about him, don't you think?"

"Mr. Stark..."

"Oceans," He bit out in a warning tone.

"Oceans... I'm still sore from last night," I said in a really small voice, still holding his dark gaze like I was under a spell. I could feel my eyes watering at the sides.

"And I can't promise not to be rough." He ran his thumb across my bottom lip and a shudder rippled through me. "Scared?"

He drew closer, and the closer he came, the more my center quaked shamelessly.

"I told you never to wear these glasses again. They don't suit you," He took them off and flung them behind him.

His body heat enveloped me so much that I felt dizzy.

"Oceans?" I managed through the drumming of my heart, "I thought... I thought last night was a mistake?"

He scoffed before capturing my lips in his and kissing me like he'd been hungry for it all day.

This was wrong.

It felt too wrong.

I tried to push him off, but his hand moved to the side of my neck, pressing me deeper into him like he wanted our bodies and souls to become one.

His hand traveled below the shirt I was wearing, tracing its way all the way to my back, when he suddenly stopped kissing me and slowly pulled away.

His fingers caressed the scar just above my shoulder blade for a second too long.

"I didn't ask last night," He held my gaze, "Where did you get this scar?"

My heart skipped a beat.

It was a stupid story that I'd never told anyone, except my family.

How do I go about telling people that I took a bullet for a stranger who never cared to look for me or even to know if I was still alive or not?

So, no. I wasn't telling my boss that.

"I... I don't know. I must have gotten it when I was a child or..." I shrugged.

Thankfully, a call interrupted the almost heated session.

Mr. Stark answered the phone and stood up, walking to the bedroom. I couldn't hear the rest of the call. But all I heard was;

"Keep looking. She has to exist somewhere."

Who was that?

Was it his mystery woman he was looking for?