Avalorian_

"The harder I try to hate you, the deeper I fall for you."

His presence irked her to the core, but whenever he got out of her sight, she missed him?! 

….

A tyrant, known to be the city's infamous playboy. 
As an executive assistant, she was forced to work under him by the most cruel twist of fate.

If losing her job overnight was a nightmare, then working under a boss like Desmond Fort was hell. He was an arrogant narcissist with an ego bigger than the whole of Imperium city, but that was not what angered her the most. 

The most infuriating fact was that despite his constant assholery, her heart seemed to stupidly skip a beat every time he gazed at her with those devilishly charming eyes. 
She knew she was making a mistake but that didn't stop her from sinking deeper and deeper into his charm. 


All she wanted now was to leave! But leaving hell was not nearly as easy as getting in.

The Tyrant's Wife

He sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap. "I don't want to keep fighting with you over this, Nat."

"I don't want to fight with you either. It hurts too much." She buried her face into his neck.

He ran a palm up and down her back, taking in her intoxicating scent. She snuggled even closer, rubbing herself against the hardness straining his pants. He groaned.

"That's a dangerous game you're playing, baby." He warned. He should be holding her and soothing her, not trying to get into her panties.

"Maybe I like danger," she purred.

Now that she mentioned it, that was the best way to soothe her.

He stroked her leg while still holding her to his chest, and when he got to her knees, she parted them to give him access. He hooked two fingers under her chin and nudged her face so she was facing him, and kissed her. She gasped, and he didn't waste the chance to plunge his tongue into her mouth.

Making up