I haven’t moved.

I’m frozen in his words, burnt by his presence.

I haven’t moved from this spot for five minutes since he uttered those words.

Those treacherous sinful words.

Fuck send me to the depths, if it means I can give up and give in to him.

He shouldn’t be this way. He shouldn’t be able to crawl beneath my skin like this. I've always been level-headed in the most testing situations. This wasn’t new to me. People used charm and seduction frequently in my line of work. Seduction was a powerful tool. But my god. I’d never seen it be used so well.

My mind was fighting with itself. On the one hand, I have a task. Straying off course could fuck up this entire operation, potentially killing me and Aaron in the process. On the other hand, my body has never burned with lust for another human being so much in my entire life.

I stare at him now. Watching as his chest moves, rapidly. Desperately. He takes deep breaths of oxygen, stealing mine in the process.

“Fuck. Valentina. You can’t look at me like that. Those eyes. You’re a fucking temptress.”

He takes his lower lip between his teeth.

He had this power, this ability, to call to something deep and Dark within me. He had my core aching with need.

“You can’t say those things I can’t think straight, Aaron.”

“So stop thinking, let me clear your head.”

He steps closer, too close. His scent is woody with hints of spice, making for an intoxicating concoction.

I've never known a man to be so giving. For them to find so much pleasure in mine. This revelation did nothing to ease my appetite for him. I found my body giving in before I could tell myself no.

“Okay,” I tell him. My eyes find his, his stare is so dark, so lustful. My stomach swirled in response. My cheeks burn with blush.

“Just distract me, please.” I practically beg. I don’t know who I am at this minute. Who I’ve become. What I’m doing.

He sweeps his eyes across me, as though he’s trying to ensure I want this. Want him. He must find it in my expression because he nods.

“Let me make you feel good.” He says, his tone is gentle. The sun pouring into the room casts across his face. It entwines with his tanned skin, emphasising his razor-sharp jawline.

“Okay.” Is all I can manage, entranced by him.

“I’m a man of my word. Sit on the edge of the desk,” he commands. The rasp of his voice sends delicious sparks straight to my core.

I find myself obeying him, sitting on the edge of the desk behind me. This wasn’t like me, to follow commands. But something about submitting to this man heated my skin like nothing else

“How would you like me, Valentina? Should I be rough? Gentle?” he asks, his voice dripping with pure sex.

“Gentle,” I say without thinking.

He smiles in response, it's warm and genuine.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He states, closing the distance between us.

He grabs my face with both hands, staring at each inch of my face as if memorising. Me or the moment, I’m not sure.

I find myself speechless, lost in him.

He meets his lips to mine, with a pace that fogs my mind. He runs light hands through my hair. I return his kiss, clasping his lips, needing more of him. As he works the kiss deeper I taste him. Mint and whiskey. The combination is mind-numbing.

His movements are expert. He kisses me in a way that tells me he knows exactly what he is doing and he wants me to know just that. I ramp up the kiss, teasing his tongue with mine. The groan that comes from him, is a sound I will never forget. Without warning he pulls back. His hair is dishevelled. His lips are bruised with my lipstick, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest sight I’ve ever come across.

“I’m a starved man, I’m craving you, Valentina.”

He rasps, his voice octaves deeper. The need in his tone heats my skin further.

Fuck. Where does he pull these lines from?

I lean back, pulling my hands from him to lean onto the desk. He looks edible.

“Tell me what you want, Aaron,” I command, loving the fact that I have to look up to him and yet I hold every ounce of power.

Flames lick at the centre of his mismatched eyes.“You, I want to taste you. Devour you. I want you to understand the power you hold.”

“Oh, I understand,” I respond. Resting my heel above his waistline.

He smirks at my response, groaning with pleasure as I dig the pointed end of my shoe into his chest.

“On your knees then,” I demand, to which he wastes no time in doing so.

His looking at me from above was beyond attractive, but below? To bring such a powerful man to his knees, with nothing but heat in his eyes as he kneels before you. Jesus Christ. I will think about this moment forever, probably with my hand between my thighs.

He never takes his eyes off of mine, increasing the intensity of his every movement. He parts my legs leisurely. Dragging his fingertips across my legs and upwards until he reaches my thighs. He pauses on my knife holster. His eyes hone in on the blade, enjoying the sight of it against my body, "You’re keeping this on,” he instructs.

He continues his exploration, squeezing my legs, “fuck could you get any sexier, these thick fucking thighs.” He appears entranced by them, proceeding to attach his mouth to them. He sucks and laps ferociously at my inner thighs.

The sensation of his tongue against my skin has me feverish. He continues the action until he becomes dangerously close to my heat. He shocks me when he stops abruptly, pulling his head from underneath my dress.

“I know you’re fucking soaking, Valentina, I want to hear you. Don’t make me ask again.”

I whine in response, uncaring of anything coherent with the things he was making me feel.

His mouth latches onto my skin, pulling my dress further and further up until my behind is entirely exposed. He takes a long moment to stare at my underwear, fascinated. As though he was a teenage boy losing his virginity. I relished the fact that I had brought him to that state of transfixion.

“If you don't come, I want you to slash me with this knife, okay?” he says, entirely serious.

“Aaron, what the f-.”

He cuts me off immediately, “No discussion, let a man eat.”

I moan at his response, unashamed of my attraction to him and his quick words.

With no hesitation, he draws back to his previous position. His tongue laps at the flesh of my thighs, relentless in his actions.

He continues the movements with his mouth. Drawing close to my underwear, he kisses and sucks the skin beside it. His touch is too near and too far from the spot I most wanted it.

“Aaron,” I moan, pleading for him to kiss me where I need to be kissed.

His eyes lock with mine, as he sucks at my flesh. “That.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Voice.”

His fingers graze the waistband of my underwear. He glides his fingertips to the middle of me, stopping exactly where he knows he needs to fucking carry on.

My head falls as I begin to ache with need. “Please,” I beg, my voice verging on a mewl.

In an instant he answers my plea, placing his mouth directly on my heat. He laps at the material of my underwear with his tongue.

“You’re fucking soaked, I knew I got you hot. What was it that tipped you over the edge hm? What was it that I said that got this perfect pussy drenched?” He taunted, continuing to lick my centre above the fabric.

My head spun from the sensation.

“You and and that fucking ego.” I moan, my words contradicting the sounds he was pulling from me.

He rips my underwear clean off, causing a satisfying whip sound. He then does the unthinkable, he bites my clit. “Take that as a warning, tell me.” He demands, his expression forcing me into submission.

“It was your sheer confidence at first. Then it was the way you can submit to me. That’s what got me hot for you.” I confess, breathing harder as he continues to bite my clit.

He detaches himself as soon as I utter the words.

My response pleases him, a slow sultry smile forms across his face.

“This is what you like? Me on my knees for you? My filthy words? I knew from the minute I saw you, that you were a siren, calling to me with that pretty fucking face, and this,” he makes a show of taking in my body, appreciating my every curve. “Unreal body of yours, it’s fucking sinful.”

Before I can speak he places his mouth on my core, licking and sucking at my clit. Not giving me a moment to breathe. Fuck he is talented. His tongue moves in precise movements, bringing me closer to my release.

I gasp as his rhythm increases. I look down to find his eyes on my face, entranced by me.

“I’m gonna come if you keep looking at me like that,” I pant. Perspiration begins to form on my skin.

His eyes grow darker. He brings his fingers to my mouth,

”open,” he instructs. I welcome them, sucking and licking, swirling my tongue around the two of them. “Such a good girl, taking me like that.”

I push my mouth deeper onto his fingers.

His lips part as he watches me.

“I swear I could come from the mere sight of you. You are breathtaking.” He groans, withdrawing his fingers from my mouth, now soaked with my saliva.

He lines his fingers up to my entrance, watching my reaction as he does so. My face contorts in pleasure, as he sinks his fingers into me. He curls his fingers into me as he massages the most pleasurable areas of my body. He swirls my clit with his thumb, making for an eye-rolling combination.

He works my body until I’m whining, rolling my hips against his hand.

“That’s it, fucking using me, use me for your pleasure.” His brows pull taut as he watches his hand move within me, switching his gaze from his hand to my face.

I moan at his salacious words, whining with need as my muscles tighten in my belly. He works his hand deeper, using his other to apply pressure to my stomach, intensifying the feeling. He works my body until I’m screaming, soaking his hand with my release. My legs shake as he draws my orgasm from me. Fuck. I’ve never come that hard in my life.

He laps up every drop of my release, not wasting an ounce. “You taste incredible.” He moans unashamedly, as his mouth latches to my heat, licking me ravenously. My legs jerk as he makes contact with my oversensitive clit.

I stare at him in awe, his head resting on my thighs as he watches me.

“So, did I successfully distract you?”