Chapter 2 I want him

Christopher's POV

New York City's skyline stretches out in front of me as I drive to my penthouse. The tall windows show the city like a picture, the lights below flickering, reminding me how small everything is compared to the power I hold. Nothing is sweeter than having power knowing you are in charge of everything.

But somehow, none of that matters right now. The only thing I can think about is her. She occupies my thoughts.

Amelia.

Her name runs through my mind over and over, pushing me closer to losing control. I can still smell her perfume on my skin, still see the way her plump lips trembled when she answered my questions. She's so innocent. So desperate. So ready to be taken.

I walk through my living room, the dark leather furniture shining in the clean, modern space. Everything in here is perfect. Neat. Just the way I like things arranged and controlled.

Except her.

Thinking about her sitting across from me today, so vulnerable, so unaware of what I truly want, makes my body ache with need. Every second I watched her, imagining how easy it would be to break down her innocence and make her mine, left me wanting more.

I drop onto the couch, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. My hand moves down, rubbing the hard bulge in my pants. I'm rock solid, thinking about what I could do to her. How I would slowly undress her, break down her walls, and then make her scream my name.

I can almost hear her whimpers. See her lips begging me to stop but also begging for more. Her legs open, her body shaking, completely under my control.

I grit my teeth, my breath coming faster as I grip my cock tighter. Damn it, Amelia.

I need to do something. I can't keep feeling like this, I have been this way all morning. I am not going to torture myself and there's only one person who knows how to help me with these urges.

Ruby Graciano.

She is my on and off mistress. She gets too clingy but she is perfect.

I grab my phone and call her. My fingers tap impatiently on the couch as I wait. It only rings once before she picks up.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes," she purrs, already knowing exactly why I called.

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Ruby arrives exactly on time. Her red heels click on the marble floor as she walks in. Her eyes are hungry, like they always are when she knows what's coming.

"Christopher," she calls, excitement clear in her voice. She knows what I want.

"Come with me," I say, and she follows me without a word. She always does.

I led her to the BDSM room in the corner of my penthouse. It's set up with everything I need to feed the darkest parts of myself. Chains, whips, all kinds of toys. It's all there, waiting.

As soon as we step inside, I don't waste time. I grab Ruby by the waist, pulling her to me. She gasps but melts into my touch like she always does.

I shove her against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head, my mouth crashing onto hers. She moans, arching her body into me as my hands roam over her, squeezing her through her clothes. She likes it rough. I know exactly how to give it to her.

I reach for the leather cuffs on the wall, and within seconds, she's tied up, her arms stretched above her head. I tear her clothes off piece by piece, my teeth grazing her skin as I expose her inch by inch.

Her breathing is fast and shallow, her chest rising and falling as I kiss and lick every bit of skin I uncover. I move lower, my fingers trailing over her, and when I reach between her legs, I can feel how ready she is. Wet. Waiting.

I push two fingers inside her, rough and deep, while my thumb presses on her clit. Her body jerks against the chains, her moans filling the room. She's dripping down her legs, and I love it.

"You're soaked, Ruby," I growled into her ear. "And I haven't even started."

I pull my fingers out and grab a dildo toy from the table. Without warning, I push it into her, fast and rough, I increase the vibration making her scream as her body arches. I keep moving it in and out, the wet sounds filling the room. Her body shakes as she comes again and again, but I'm not finished.

I position myself behind her, desperate to feel her. My cock straining with need. I grab her hips and thrust into her hard, filling her completely.

As I move, I picture Amelia. Amelia beneath me, begging for more, breaking as I take her over and over. The thought drives me crazy, and two hours later, when I finally reach my climax, it's her name I'm whispering.

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Amelia's POV

After the interview, I rush to the hospital, wanting to see my mom and forget about Christopher. When I get there, I head straight to the nurse's station and greet the familiar face behind the desk. She smiles at me like always, knowing I'm the girl who won't give up on her mom. I've spent so much money trying to keep my mom alive, believing that one day she'll wake up. And when she does, I'll tell her about how far I've come. I'll show her that I'm strong, that I've grown up.

"Hi, Mom," I whisper, holding her hand. She's still warm, and that's a good sign. "I miss you," I say, tears filling my eyes even though I promised myself I wouldn't cry. I always end up crying when I see her like this. I spend the next few hours talking to her, telling her all about my day, just to fill the silence. When it's time to go, I say goodbye, promising to visit again on the weekend.

When I get home, my thoughts gets invaded by him.

Christopher Russell. The way he has looked at me, like he wanted to swallow me whole. The way he made me feel so small but so alive at the same time. It scares me, but it's also... exciting.

As soon as I walk into my room and close the door, my body is on fire. It's like I can still feel his presence, his intense gaze burning into me.

My breath comes faster, and I press my back against the door, my fingers tracing the hem of my dress. What's wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking about him like this, but I can't stop. The way he looked at me, the way his baritone voice sent shivers down my spine... It made me want him.

I close my eyes and let my fingers drift lower, slipping beneath my panties, I was already wet.

In my mind, he's here. Standing over me, his dark eyes pierced into mine. "You want this, Amelia?" he whispers.

I whimper, pressing my fingers harder against myself, pretending it's him. "Yes," I gasp, arching my back as I imagine him touching me.

"You're mine," he growls, his breath hot on my neck. "Say it."

My fingers move faster, my breath coming in quick, ragged bursts. "I'm yours," I whisper, my body trembling.

I can feel him, his hands, his lips, his cock, all of it is so vivid in my mind that it feels real. His hands would be everywhere, pulling me apart, and making me beg. "Please," I whispered into the empty room, my voice a breathless moan.

In my mind, he's taking me. Rough, relentless, his body slamming into mine as I scream his name. "Christopher," I moan, my fingers working faster.

The orgasm hits me hard, waves of pleasure shaking my whole body as I cry out.

But even when it's over, the need doesn't go away. It's still there, deep inside me.

I want him.

And I know, sooner or later, I won't be able to resist.