Damn It To Hell
Damn it to hell. He cursed under his breath, calouting the time before the drug overtook his whole system. Once it did, he wouldn’t be able to thank properly. Even his ironclad self–control would be of no help once the drug took full effect. Liquid ecstasy affects the system twenty to forty–five minutes after consumption and lets three to four hours. But the Aquid Natalie must have poured into the bottle of wine without him knowing was likely of high caliber since he could barely think straight now, and his erection was as hard and stiff as stone
Five more minutes, and his mind and body would be beyond his control He had to do something before Natalia could accomplish her evil plans. But he felt so hot–so hot–as though his whole body was set on fire, and he was having a hard time solving his enormous problem, particularly the bulge inside his trousers.
He cursed under his breath and turned his fists into balls at his sides. With what was left of his self–control, he fought the strong sexual urge awakening like a beast inside him
Natalia wiggled out of her gown and dropped it on the floor in a pool of scarlet sikk. Removing her silk underwear, she threw it across the floor to join her go
“Don’t resist, Grey. I promise you will love the pleasure I can provide. I will ride you till you’re dry Natalia purred like a wildcat, her high heeled stilettos sinking into the plush carpet with each gentle step she took. When she reached him, she straddled him like a horse and brought her lips close to his. But before their lips could touch, he pushed her away as hard as he could, and she stumbled onto the plush carpet in shock.
“You-” Natalia screamed in utter disbelief. She glared at him with daggers in her eyes.
“Go to hell, Natalia,” he hissed.
Her screaming rage was drowned out by the ear piercing sound of the emergency alarm reverberating through every corner of the mansion.
Natalia’s eyes widened even more. She looked down at the phone in his hand and paled as she realized what was happening. Abruptly, she rose to her feet, panicking as she heard hurried footsteps in the hallway. She knew someone would see her naked if she didn’t cover her body, so she grabbed her silk gown and put it on.
She cursed under her breath repeatedly as her fingers fumbled to button the front of her gown. Her hands were shaking so badly that it took her longer than necessary to fasten all the small buttons.
The door to Grey’s office abruptly opened, and a dozen men in uniform burst inside, carrying loaded guns.
Seized with shock, panic, rage, and disbelief, she hastily grabbed her signature bag and turned to Grey to say something.
Grey didn’t hear her words. The deafening noise of the alarm drowned out what Natalia was trying to say. But to his surprise, he understood her message.
“F*ck you, Grey,” It was the exact phrase Natalia wanted to tell him.
When Natalia was gone, he quickly turned off the alarm.
“Are you okay, Mr. Bradford?” Blake skittered to the couch to check on him. His hawk–sharp eyes surveyed the room, and when he found no threat in sight, he slowly relaxed, but he remained on guard.
“Mr. Bradford?” Blake repeated when he didn’t respond, finally securing his gun into its shoulder holster.
“I’m fine,” Grey hissed irritably, then added, “I wanted to be alone.”
Still not convinced, the head of security opened his mouth, then changed his mind before any protests tumbled out. He eyed the scarlet lace garment lying on the floor but kept what he saw to himself,
“Copy, Sir,” Blake replied, then retreated to the door. His men followed behind him.
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