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Chapter Sixteen
Mario
Monday morning, I have work to do.
A great deal of work.
There are acquisition documents on my desk, yet another call with Milan on my calendar, Ricardo’s latest operational report waiting in my inbox, and Victoria’s latest update of the access audit.
All of it requires my attention.
Naturally, I am thinking about anything but.
On my mind is a white box left on her desk.
A box with something lacy inside.
I am not sorry I tore the last set from her body.
The look on her face when I did was absolutely worth it, but I am not a careless man nor am I ignorant.
However much she liked it in the moment, it is still something of value I took from her.
So I replaced it.
Though perhaps not exactly.
Instead of the wine color, I chose a deep, dark blue.
A shade that makes me think of the sea and sky on a stormy night.
The color will suit her. Deep blue against her flawless skin. Dark enough to look almost black in dim light.
I want to see the lace against her skin. I want to watch her pull the panties up over her hips and fasten the bra. I want to see her expression when she sees how well the color suits her.
Then I want to rip it off her again.
I will enjoy watching the fabric shred in my hands. Enjoy knowing she is wearing something far too delicate to stop me.
Knowing she would not try.
Victoria Murray is not a woman who wants protection. She does not want a man who treats her as though she will shatter.
She wants to be taken.
To be used.
And to use in return.
Fuck.
My cock stirs again.
I cannot seem to focus.
I should not be thinking of this.
Yet I cannot help it.
