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Chapter 18

Duncan 

I took a slow swig of my whisky, letting the burn of the liquid trail down my throat, numbing the restlessness I couldn't seem to shake.

I wasn't particularly fond of whisky – never have been – but tonight, I needed something strong to quell my hunger for something, no – for someone. 

Anna

The name lingered in my head like an echo slowly weaving its tendrils in my consciousness that it bordered on insanity.

Ever since she stepped into my world, she was all I could think about.

It was absurd. Almost like she put a spell on me, and I hadn't even fucked her yet.

I had no time for this. She was a distraction, yet I craved her like my favourite meal. This beautiful, generous but perky breast that peeked out of just about anything she wore. When I had seen her in the gym yesterday. I had done practically everything in my power not to pin her against the wall and make her mine…

There was a primal need in me to bed her, make slow, intense love to her, but I knew it was a bad idea. I still don't trust her, but good Lord, I wasn't able to stop thinking about her.

The way she held her ground against me. The fire in her eyes when she defied me.

It made my blood boil with the need to have her.

She was too smart, way smarter than Roberto gave her credit for.

I should be wary. I should keep my distance.

But all I wanted was to ruin her.

I breathed out, trying to calm my rock-hard erection down. It was becoming a problem.

Just her presence gave me a hard-on.

I wanted her. I couldn't keep suppressing my primal needs for her.

I wanted to see just how far her feistiness went. How far I could go before I got her to surrender to me.

I took another swig of my whisky.

I had to bed her; I needed to feel her pussy squeezing my cock as I fucked her on my table like a slut.

I needed to bed her.

Not just to satisfy the hunger clawing at my insides—but to put an end to this madness.

I needed to see if fucking her would finally rid me of this obsession.

Or if it would only make it worse

Whatever it was, I didn't care anymore.

I had to get her out of my mind.

*****

Anna walked into my office an hour later after she'd sent the cop away.

"I'm done," she said, her expression neutral. I couldn't help but smirk.

"Good work," I said.

"When am I going to start doing what I'm here for?" She snapped.

"What do you mean? You are already doing the things you are supposed to do."

"Bullshit!" She spat, but as if realising who she was talking to, she stepped backwards, and her expression became apologetic.

"I am not built for this type of…life. I know numbers, not shooting people or murdering people."

"That is quite the dilemma because from what I've seen you've proven yourself to be exactly about that life. Now, if you are done whining, add this to my schedule for next week. An auction is coming up. And you have to look your absolute best. You are in charge of all transactions that will come in."

A sigh of relief escaped her lips – lips I wanted to suck and devour.

"Thank you," she said before leaving the

I watched her go, her hips swaying slightly as she walked out of my office.

Bloody fuvj!

She had no idea what she was doing to me.

Or maybe she did.

I leaned back in my chair, rolling the whisky glass between my fingers. Watching the amber liquor swirl like my thoughts.

I must have her, no matter the cost.

Anna was a problem. A distraction. A dangerous temptation I had no business craving.

But that didn't stop me.

Didn't stop the way my blood ran hot when she defied me.

She thought she could keep resisting. Thought she could keep herself separate from this world—from me.

But she was already in too deep, and soon she'll realise that there was no running from me.