Working Under Mr. Black (Boys of Chicago Series 1) - SAMPLE

Prologue

"Undress now."

His voice sounded so dark and deep. His brown eyes met mine as I stood in front of him, baffled and flabbergasted.

Fuck. What is happening?

Mr. Black walked to me with an intense stare. His gaze seemed to pierce in my core that my system shivered more and more with every step he made towards me.

I stepped back but was only trapped in between the cold wall and Mr. Black's body. I gulped hard as I smelt his manly and elegant scent. His tie is in the level of my eyes while his body is just centimeters away from mine.

I thought he'd stop but I was wrong. He saw to it that his chest would hit my body, completely trapping me in between him and the wall.

He placed his hands on each side of my body as he leaned closer to my ear. "Didn't you hear me, Miss Campbell? I said, undress now." His authoritative voice sent shivers to my spine.

I was scared. My mind was blank. I didn't know what I would do. But damn it, his scent and husky voice is telling me to do whatever he is asking. I must have gone insane.

I bit my lip, unable to move.

"Do you want me to undress you, then?" He asked me again.

My eyes widened at what he just asked. Why does the picture of him undressing me bother me more than the idea that I am undressing myself?

"Hmmm..." his husky voice never left my ear.

He bended down a little and placed his hand on the hem of my pencil skirt. His rough palm welcomed my skin so dearly, as if he's trying to be delicate on me. He slowly moved up until his fingers were already inside my skirt.

When he reached the hem of my underwear, he pulled it strongly that it got ripped and fell down on the floor.

I gasped at what he just did. "How..." I was breathless and speechless at the same time. All the words have crooked and twisted and coiled in my head.

He smirked but his eyes were more piercing and fierce than ever. "Do you want me to rip all of your clothes or are you going to undress for me?" He asked in a threatening voice.

My breathing hitched as I shook my head. "No, Mr. Black..."

He narrowed his eyes on me. "What do you mean 'no', Miss Campbell?"

I bit my lip and took a deep breath. Alright, maybe this is good, too. That's what I told myself when I know for a fact that nothing about this is good. How could this be good? I feel like a prostitute. I should at least feel like a royal concubine but I don't. I feel cheap and it's slowly tearing up my heart.

But then as I closed my eyes, all I could imagine is the slump that I am in now. I can't stay there forever. I want to rise again. I want to rise above the people who stole everything from me.

Maybe this is a way to strengthen up my emotions. Maybe if I give in to what he wants now, I would begin to have a stronger mentality. And then, I'll be able to do everything for what's rightfully mine.

I took a deep breath and stood up straight. Mr. Black stared at me, as if waiting for me to move. He seemed to be anticipating...

I started to remove the buttons of my blouse without breaking eye contact with Mr. Black. He stared back at me as I started undressing myself. He seemed so interested and I don't know why it somehow helped my guts to undress in front of him.

When I reached the lowest button, I removed my blouse and stood in front of him with only my white laced bra. His expression changed as he looked at my breasts.

I wanted to run away and never show myself to anyone for a year. But then, how can I run when I don't even have a top? Damn.

He smirked at me but he didn't speak. I unhooked my bra slowly, freeing my breasts. I let the brassiere fall down as I stood in front of him, half naked.

His eyes never left my breasts. He licked his lower lip several times and it made something inside me fire up. I can't believe I find it hot for him to lick his lips multiple times.

"Take everything off," he said when his eyes met mine again. His stare is filled with unadulterated lust.

I removed the hook of my skirt and without a word, he helped me pull it down before grabbing me by my butt, making me straddle him.

He immediately attacked my lips with wild kisses as he leaned my back on the wall. My hands immediately wrapped around his neck as I unknowingly responded to the hot kisses he's giving me.

His hand went to my breast and massaged it before playing with my nipple. What he did made my other nipple erect and my fire ignite once more.

He rubbed my folds on the erection, bulging from his pants. "Are you going to be ready for this?" He asked me as he continued rubbing his cloth-clad member on my fold.

I moaned incoherent words as he pulled one nipple on his mouth and sucked it like a baby and his favorite candy. I bit my lip multiple times as I pushed his head on my chest more. Fuck. I want more.

He looked at me and smirked. "Baby, I want inside you." Oh, hot damn.