PROLOGUE
THE SILENT humming of my skin and the strong pumping of blood in my ears indicated the strong, erratic beats of my heart. As the cold air that came from the air-conditioning of the dark room coiled around my body, shivers rippled through me. My chest tightened as I walked into the inviting allure of danger and excitement.
I should not be here. I should have left the moment I noticed something was not right. But the call of the danger that lured me in was strong enough to make me backpedal. The room was silent, only the clicks of my shoes ricocheting in the closed confines of this dark abyss.
What was I doing?
Why was I here?
I should leave; I should evacuate this cold, empty room, and be with my family. I was sure my son was waiting for me in his room, my husband cooing him to sleep. Not only that, but I promised to be home early. Instead, I was here, walking in a room with danger lurking behind the shadows.
He told me to follow him here. He told me to follow him. Not only that, but he was not just an ordinary man, he was my boss. There was no other course of action to take other than obliging his order.
My strides came to an abrupt halt when I was met with the huge double doors. I was not aware that this company— his office, has this extended room, let alone like a sex den. What do you expect from a man of that caliber? By just looking at him, you would know exactly what he was capable of in bed. With a strong and wide shoulder, ironclad chest, and bulging biceps, with a proportionate waistline, and long and packed with muscle legs, he was a force to be reckoned with.
Although I had never seen him in action, based on the line of girls worshiping him, I knew what he had done with them. So, seeing an extended room in his office, that looked like a perfect embodiment of a sex club, I knew this room was solely for sex and pleasure.
I should have expected it from the one and only Zerachiel Angelo Singson. My boss.
As I was about to open the door, a larger-than-life presence burned the back of my head. I knew he was behind me, ready to pounce, to devour. However, I still acted as if I did not notice him, as if I did not notice his presence burning my back. I clutched the doorknob and was about to crank it open when I felt a large hand perched on my waist. I almost jumped off my feet when he started caressing my skin, feeling his lips tracing my neck.
Oh, my God!
"You really followed," he growled against my skin.
"O-of course, you are my b-boss . . ."
"Hmm, yeah? So, you will do anything I tell you just because I am your boss?"
"O-of course!"
My heartbeat skyrocketed when I felt a twinge on my earlobe. Oh, my God! He nipped on my skin.
"If I tell you to get on your knees right now and suck my cock, would you do that?
My body was burning with unsolicited desire. This was inappropriate. I had a husband. I had a child waiting for me at home. Why the hell was I so turned on, I could actually picture him fucking my mouth?
I shook my head, "N-no. I can't, Mr. Singson. That's inappropriate. I have a husband."
"Hmm, what if I tell you, I don't care at all?"
My lips parted, could not believe he actually said that. I knew he was cruel. He was known to be a prodigy in the corporate world. He was the well-known wicked heir of the Singson Empire. But I could not wrap my head around the fact that he did not care that I had a husband, that I had a family waiting for me at home.
"You're cruel . . ." I whispered. My eyes widened when I realized that I just uttered the words I thought were just playing in my head.
He chuckled softly, "You only realize that now? Sad," his stubbled jaw skimmed through my neck, eliciting goosebumps through my skin.
"This is so wrong, sir,"
"Yeah, I know," he murmured. He slowly wrapped his fingers around my throat as he nibbled on my earlobe, "If I slip my fingers down your panties, would I feel how wet you are right now?"
"Sir Zera, w-we can't do this— ah!" The light nibbling on my earlobe turned animalistic as he forcefully bit it. It was not enough to damage my ear, but it was enough to flood my body with ripples of pleasure that shot straight to my core.
I should have run away from him if I did not like what he was doing. It was wrong, I was aware of that. But my twisted and sick fantasy got the clutch around my neck. My morality and dignity had slipped off my grasp as Zerachiel Singson started to trace his fingers down from my neck to the valley between my breasts, and when the tip of his large and long finger grazed my stomach, I caved in.
Whimpers accidentally ripped through my chest as he slipped his fingers inside of my skirt. My body moved uncontrollably against his hips, feeling the thickness that was bulging against his slack. Zerachiel Singson was a man of a strong and sexy caliber, and it should not be shocking to know that he was well-endowed but to feel him dry-humping me, I almost lost all my control.
"You are so wet," he murmured, slipping one finger into my soaking walls, "fucking all for me,"
"Zerachiel, this is not right,"
"Yet, you are not fighting me enough to get away from this," he rubbed my swelling clit as he whispered words I never heard from my husband, "You're so fucking beautiful it pained me to see you with someone else,"
"Z-Zera . . ."
The rolling of incoming orgasm quaked my sanity. I could feel the heat boiling in the apex of my things. I clutched his shoulder and was ready to release my pleasure, but before I could reach the pinnacle of pleasure, Zerachiel stopped and pulled out his fingers from my skirt.
What?
"I will let you decide now. Stay or run." He said as if he would respect any of my decisions.
I looked at him. My body was burning from the orgasm that almost rolled out of my body. He was so vile and cruel. He was wicked. He knew that I could not walk away from here; he knew that he had already sunk his talons into my body. He was so unfair. I was the monster of my own family because I let this man ruin my sanity and my coherent senses.
When he noticed that I did not move, a wicked smile stretched across his face. He then turned me around and claimed my lips as if he was ready to devour me alive.
