Chapter 4 Submission

Amelia's POV

My heart raced as Christopher's words echoed in my mind, sending a wave of panic through me.

"Go home, Amelia," he'd whispered, his voice dark and dripping with intent. "Think about what you saw tonight. Imagine how's going to feel, when your cunt grips me as I thrust my cock inside you, imagine my mouth on your nipples."

My feet finally moved, and I turned toward the door, desperate to escape the tension that seemed to suffocate the air in the room. But just as I reached for the handle, his hand shot out, grabbing me by the wrist and yanking me back toward him. My back hit the wall, my breath catching in my throat as I felt his body pressed against mine, trapping me in place.

"Why so fast?" he growled, his lips inches from my ear. "I hope you enjoyed... fucking yourself while screaming my name."

My entire body went rigid, my mind spinning. How did he....?

He knew. He knew what I'd done. He knew that I had touched myself, that I had screamed his name in the darkness of my bedroom, and that I had crumbled under the weight of my own desire for him. My lips parted, but no sound came out. I was paralyzed; too mortified to even breathe.

Christopher's hand slid around my waist, pressing against the small of my back as his other hand drifted lower, roaming down the slit of my skirt until his fingers found the edge of my panties.

Oh my Gosh.

I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. The heat of his touch sent a shudder through me as his hand slipped inside my panties, fingers sliding down until they pressed against my soaked core, he dipped a finger inside and I moaned, unable to stop myself, it was just so good.

He adds an extra finger inside me, moving them in and out. I couldn't scream or stifle the moans threatening to escape, so I bite down on my lip, trying to silence the sounds spilling from my mouth. Despite my efforts, my body betrays me, rocking my hips against his hand, craving more of his touch.

How he had found that perfect spot that drives me wild with need, I'll never know.

"You're so wet," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "So fucking wet for me."

I gasped, my body trembling as his fingers slid through the slickness, teasing me, tormenting me. And then, before I could even process what was happening, he pulled his hand away, his eyes never leaving mine as he brought his fingers to his mouth.

And licked my juices clean.

Oh Gosh.

I watched, transfixed, as his tongue swirled around his fingers, savoring every drop. His eyes burned with a hunger so raw, so primal, that it sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

He smirked, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my neck. "Run, my little kitten," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Because if you don't, I might just fuck you breathless right here. Like we both want."

The words hit me like a freight train, and before I could even process them, my legs moved of their own accord. I ran, my pulse hammering in my chest as I fled the office, his dark laughter echoing behind me.

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Christopher's POV

Watching her run only made my cock harder.

I leaned back against the desk, still tasting her on my lips, my mind racing with the memory of the way her body had trembled beneath my touch. Amelia James was ripe, I just wanted to eat and savour her; and she had no idea just how deep my obsession with her truly ran.

She thought she was still in control. That she could just walk away from this. But what she didn't know was that I'd been watching her for weeks.

After that first interview, I sent one of my men to track her down, to find out where she lived, and to install cameras inside her apartment.

I knew everything about her.

Every movement. Every sound. Every secret she thought she could keep from me.

The night after the interview, I watched her. The camera I'd installed above her bed gave me the perfect view. I saw how she touched herself, how she writhed on the floor and sheets, her back arching as she screamed my name into the darkness. She thought she was alone, but I was there, watching her fall apart for me.

And fuck, she was beautiful when she came. So innocent, so dirty.

Even now, just thinking about her lying in her bed, moaning and fingering herself, made my cock throb painfully. No matter how hard I had tried to relieve the tension after watching her, nothing worked. Not even Ruby.

I had pulled Ruby into my office that night, knowing she would be more than willing to satisfy my needs. She always was. But even as I fucked Ruby, my mind was on Amelia. I could still hear Amelia's moans, still see the way her body moved beneath her fingers, how she screamed for me, just like she would when I finally had her.

Even Ruby had noticed my distraction. When I'd come, it wasn't her name on my lips. It was Amelia's.

I pushed Ruby away, irritated by the fact that she could never be what I really wanted. No matter how hard she tried to please me, it wasn't enough. Because my naughty little kitten was the one I needed to break.

And I would break her.

I could see the cracks already forming, the way she had stared at me earlier, how she had trembled under my touch. She wanted it, even if she was too afraid to admit it yet.

Soon, she would be mine completely. No more running. No more pretending.

The chase had only just begun, and I was going to enjoy every second of it.