Vengeful Mafia Prince (Vicious Heirs #2)

Chapter Seven—Giovanni

I glance over to the desk opposite mine. There, Elena has kept her eyes firmly pinned to the laptop in front of her. She's doing her level best to pretend she doesn't notice me watching her, but I'm not falling for it.

It's been a few days since our meeting with our professor, where we heard about the long-term position that's opening at the company. And I'm going to do every damn thing within my power to make sure—well, not that I get it. But that Elena is under enough stress that she lets her guard down and I can find my way into her family's business once and for all.

I know turning on her the way I did was a dick move, but that's the point. This hot-cold, push-pull will have her bending over backward to do anything I want her to. She'll be so confused about her feelings for me that she won't be able to do anything but give me what I want.

"How's it going?" I ask her as I rise to my feet and peer over her shoulder. I make sure to get close enough to let her catch the scent of my aftershave, the same one I was wearing on the night we hooked up. I notice her shift slightly in her seat, and I'm sure she's noticed it.

"Fine," she shoots back, and she closes her laptop. "Is there something I can help you with?"

I grin. "You've got an attitude today."

"You started it," she fires back. But before we can say much more, Kyra emerges from her office, staring down at her phone.

"Hey, can one of you go down to the supply closet and get me a few folders?" she asks, not taking her eyes off the phone.

"No problem, I'll do it!" Elena chirps, springing to her feet and taking off. I follow after her. If she thinks I'm going to let her do this on her own, she's got another thing coming. I'm not about to allow her to get out in front of me. I want her on the back foot, flustered, ready to make a mistake or drop a comment that will give me what I need to move forward.

I head down to the supply closet, which is at the end of a long corridor at the far end of the department. She's already stepped inside when I arrive, and I follow her in to the narrow space, pulling the door shut casually behind me.

"I don't think this is a two-person job," she tells me without looking up as she goes through some of the files, searching out the folders Kyra asked for.

"Thought you could use a hand," I tell her, a tinge of condescension in my voice. Her jaw tightens, but she doesn't say anything. Reaching up, she feels around on the top shelf for what she's looking for.

"Here, let me."

I brush her aside, tall enough that I can see exactly what we need to get down from there. She takes a step back, her arms crossed, and I can feel her glowering at me even behind my back.

"Nothing up here," I remark, turning back to face her. But before I can say another word, whatever has been bubbling up in her boils over.

"Why do you have to be such an asshole?" she explodes. I stare at her as though I don't have a clue what she's talking about.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean!" she protests angrily. "I— ever since we heard about this position, you've been treating me like I'm some useless, incompetent nightmare. I'm not! You know I'm not! I work hard, I deserve this position—"

"You can't just ask your daddy to get it for you?" I taunt her.

She looks like she wants to slap me.

"I don't get it!" she exclaims. "One minute, we're sleeping together, and you're holding me all night, and the next..." She trails off.

It's the first time she's so much as acknowledged what happened between us the other night. I can tell she regrets it. Her cheeks instantly turn a dark pink, and I smirk, taking a step toward her and backing her against the shelves.

"Why are you blushing?" I ask her, reaching up to brush my fingers over her burning cheeks. She twists her head away, but she doesn't move.

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are," I correct her. "You're bright red. You thinking about how I fucked you the other night? How I made you come on my cock?"

My dirty talk catches her off guard, and her lips part, eyes widening.

"You can't talk to me like that, not here," she protests. But she's sinking into me slightly, her body giving her away. I reach out, resting a hand on her hip. She's wearing a pencil skirt that hugs her curves and shows off her surprisingly generous ass.

"You dressed up like this to try and distract me, didn't you?" I murmur with a grin. "You thought you could get me to forget what I need to take care of if you were parading around in front of me in this tight little skirt."

I graze my fingertips down to the hem, letting them tease across her thighs. Her legs part, almost on instinct, and I push up the skirt a few inches.

"I bet you're soaking wet for me," I continue. "You might like to pretend you're mad at me, but I know what you really want, baby girl."

She whimpers slightly, but she doesn't push me away. She doesn't even try. No matter how mad at me she happens to be, I can tell that she craves this more than she can put into words. Just how I want her, desperate for me, hungry for my touch, needing everything I can give her.

I'm not going to take it too far, not while we're both in the office, but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun. I push my hand up between her legs, massaging her pussy over the top of her panties. She moans, one arm reaching up to grip tight to my shoulder. She's having a hard time controlling herself.

"We can't do this here," she protests weakly.

I cock my head to the side. "Do you want me to stop?" I still my fingers.

Her hips move back against my hand, almost of their own accord. She shakes her head.

"No," she breathes. "No, I don't want you to stop..."

I take that as the cue I need and slide my fingers beneath her panties. She moans helplessly, moving in to kiss me, but I pull back before her mouth can reach mine. I want her to be desperate for me. I want her to see that I'm the one in control here, the one calling the shots, no matter how much she might wish it was her.

Slowly, I slip my fingers into her pussy. She's already sopping-wet for me, her folds soaked with her own juices. She lets out a needy little whine as I push my fingers deep into her slit, feeling her walls contract around me, squeezing tight like she can barely stand to hold back.

"Look how wet for me you are, baby girl," I murmur to her cockily. "You've been sitting at your desk, getting all horny for me, haven't you?"

She parts her mouth to protest, but I draw my fingers from her pussy and push them past her lips, making her taste herself, proving to her just how horny for me she really is.

"See? Taste how fucking wet you are," I order her. After a moment of hesitation, I feel her tongue swirl around my fingers, tasting herself on my command. I grin, and once I'm satisfied that she's learned to keep her mouth shut when I'm talking to her, I move my freshly lubed fingers back between her legs and begin to finger her properly.

I clamp one hand down over her mouth as I lean in close to her ear, making sure she can't moan loudly enough to draw the attention of anyone we work with.

"You can just tell me when you want me, Elena," I growl to her. "You don't have to sit there at your desk, making a mess of your panties, you know. I could bend you over and fuck you right there instead. Would you like that?"

She moans, her eyes falling shut. I can't tell whether she's protesting or agreeing. I don't care. All I want is to make her come right now, to watch her give in to her want for me. No matter how much I might be playing her right now, there's no denying how hot it is to watch this innocent girl lose herself to the pleasure of my fingers deep in her pussy.

I twist my hand around slightly and find that slight ridge inside her pussy. She moans again, louder this time, and I tighten my grip on her mouth.

"Careful, baby girl," I warn her. "You don't want everyone in the office knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

She opens her eyes, her gaze pleading for the release she wants so badly. I grin. I love it when girls get to this stage, where they'll do anything, take any kind of verbal taunting as long as it means they get to come.

"Or I could just fuck you in front of all of them," I continue, as though it's a real possibility. "Let them watch how well you take my cock. Would you like that? Getting bent over the desk and fucked until you can't walk straight while everyone who works here watches?"

She's whimpering against my hand now, her eyes fixed on me, her hips grinding back against my fingers. She's close, I can feel it. As tempting as it is to pull back at the last moment and leave her hungry for me, I can't deny myself the pleasure of watching her come.

I kiss her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth, and I feel her pussy spasm around my fingers at once. Just a matter of feet away, the rest of our colleagues are still at work, utterly unaware as to what's going on in here. But she whines with pleasure against my mouth, her pussy grinding on my hand with a needy helplessness that has my cock stirring. But I'm not going to risk fucking her, not here. Kyra will be expecting us back with her folders soon.

I thrust my fingers inside her one last time and then pull them out, moving them once more to her mouth. I push them inside.

"Clean," I order her, and not moving her eyes from mine, she suckles softly on my fingertips. She's so eager to please me, even now, even after the way I've treated her. And I can't lie, it's seriously hot seeing her watch me with those big doe eyes as she laps at my fingertips, still soaked in her juices.

Once I'm satisfied, I pull my hand back. She's still trembling slightly from the intensity of the orgasm, and she quickly shuffles her skirt back down into place. I reach around and give her ass a firm squeeze.

"You should get back to Kyra," I murmur to her. "She's probably wondering where you are. Don't want to keep her waiting, huh?"

She nods, and I reach above her and pull down the folders, then push them into her hand.

"Here, I'll even let you take these to her," I tell her with a grin, like I'm doing her some huge favor. I can tell from the irritated look in her eyes that she wants nothing more than to tell me off for being so cocky with her, but given that I just made her come with my fingers, she thinks better of it.

She takes off, her head down, the folders tucked under one arm. And I watch with a grin on my face as I let her get a head start. I'm not going to go right after her. No, I think that would make it too obvious what we've really been doing down here, and I'm not ready to expose that quite yet.

But making her orgasm in the office supply cupboard? Yeah, that's something that she's not going to forget anytime soon. And this push-pull, hot-cold thing I have going on is going to give me everything I want.

I just have to play my cards right, and both Elena—and this place—will be mine.