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Monday was always like warfare. After processing mountains of emails and reports, my head was spinning. I grabbed my mug and headed to the break room, hoping strong coffee could resurrect my dying brain cells. "Hey Celia, you okay? You look like you just got run over by a truck." Josh—our department's star salesman, a golden-haired, blue-eyed guy as sunny as a golden retriever. He leaned against the counter, offering me a cookie. "Thanks," I took the cookie, biting it weakly. "Trust me, I feel worse than that. I think my soul ran away around email number 100." Josh laughed, showing perfect white teeth. "Sounds like you need a vacation. Or at least some tequila. How about Friday night? There's this new bar downtown—supposedly the bartender's ridiculously good-looking." "Oh yeah?" I raised an eyebrow, making coffee while playing along with his joke. This was just harmless office flirtation, seasoning to combat boring work. We both knew it wouldn't go anywhere. "Put it this way," Josh lowered his voice mysteriously, "if good looks generated electricity, he could light up all of Times Square by himself." He made me laugh, and I relaxed against the wall. I sipped my coffee, giving him a thumb-up. "You really are an excellent salesman, Josh." "Always have been. It's my job." He winked at me. Just then, the break room temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. That familiar, spine-tingling pressure emanated from the doorway. Shit! I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. I'd only felt this aura from one person. "B-boss." Josh's voice stuttered as he straightened up after seeing Kirill. I turned around. Kirill stood a few steps behind us. He wore a sharp black suit with no tie, the top two shirt buttons casually undone, revealing his dark, muscular chest and a hint of tattoo. His face was stormy, making his scar more prominent and dangerous. I suddenly realized his scar wasn't some sexy decoration—it was a real wound. But why was he here? This was the seventeenth floor, the marketing department's employee break room, not his penthouse. "The marketing department seems to have it easy, chatting during work hours." His oppressive gaze swept over Josh. Josh's face instantly froze as he fumbled to explain. "Boss, I... we were just—" "Get back to work." His interruption cut like ice through our eardrums. "Sure!" Josh fled like he'd been granted amnesty. Kirill didn't spare Josh another second. He turned those stormy gray-blue eyes directly on me. Only the two of us remained in the break room. Deathly silence. I could hear my heart pounding so loud I wondered if Kirill heard it too. He still didn't speak. The suffocating silence made me grip my mug handle tight. "I..." I started awkwardly, trying to explain. "We were just talking about work matters." "Were you?" He stepped closer, his powerful aura enveloping me. "What I heard was you flirting with that golden boy." I bristled. What right did he have to interrogate me like this? "So what?" I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. "It doesn't affect my work." "No, it doesn't affect work." His low voice was dangerously husky. "But it affects my mood. You ignored my message to flirt with some insignificant little clerk. You'll learn your place, Celia." He grabbed my wrist with crushing force. "What are you doing? Let go!" I hissed under my breath, and the ceramic mug slipped from my grip, shattering on the floor as coffee splashed everywhere. High heels clicked on the floor—someone was coming! I struggled to break free, not wanting coworkers to see me tangled up with the boss, but Kirill's grip was iron. Emily! She hummed a tune, carrying an empty cup. When she saw the scene—the company's big boss roughly gripping her little clerk colleague's wrist—her mouth formed a perfect O, frozen in the doorway. Kirill didn't even glance at her, dragging me toward the exit without a care. He hauled me through the marketing department's open office area. This was definitely public humiliation. Dozens of eyes shot toward us like lasers. I felt shock, curiosity, gossip, and disbelief in those stares. Josh's complex gaze pierced through me too. My cheeks burned like fire—I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. I saw O'Neil, who'd been instructing a new intern, look our way when he sensed something amiss. When he saw Kirill dragging my stumbling form, his expression froze. He quickly removed his glasses, breathed on the lenses, carefully wiped them with his shirt, then put them back on—like he was confirming he wasn't seeing things. But this wasn't a hallucination. This humiliating parade starring me was absolutely real. We finally left the marketing department and entered Kirill's private elevator. "Kirill! Are you insane? Everyone was watching!" My anger gave me strength—I actually broke free from his grip. I rubbed my reddened wrist, years of shame and fury exploding. "What the hell was that supposed to mean? What did you want to prove? How am I supposed to face my coworkers now?" "Face them?" He sneered, advancing to trap me between him and the elevator wall. "You should worry about how to be my woman." "I'm not your woman!" I practically screamed. "What's our relationship? You helped me get this job smoothly, I provide sexual services. That's it! What right do you have to control who I talk to, who I flirt with? What right do you have to demand I answer your messages?" When those words left my mouth, I saw something dark explode in his eyes. "What right?" He growled, gripping my chin and forcing me to look up. "This gives me the right!" The next moment, his scorching lips crashed down on mine. The kiss was punishing, rough, and wild. His tongue forced its way past my teeth, claiming every bit of my mouth, stealing my breath. My brain short-circuited, and all I could do was whimper in protest, my hands uselessly pushing against his rock-hard chest. My resistance only seemed to piss him off more. One hand gripped the back of my head, deepening the kiss, while the other slid under my skirt, his hot palm grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, making my whole body shudder. "No, not here…" I gasped, barely finding a moment to breathe and beg as the kiss broke. The elevator had reached the top floor. The doors opened, then closed again. "Right here," Kirill growled, his voice low and menacing, his hot breath hitting my face. "I'm gonna make sure you remember who you belong to." Kirill's body pressed closer, caging me in his shadow. He grabbed my wrists with one hand, pinning them above my head. His other hand yanked my panties aside, his fingers pressing hard against my clit. "Ah, no!" I yelped. It was insane—no warning, just him attacking my most sensitive spot, pain and pleasure hitting me so hard I nearly convulsed. I was just getting used to his rhythm, my pussy getting wetter by the second, when he pulled his fingers back and, without hesitation, plunged his index and middle fingers deep inside me. "This is too much, Kirill, please stop," I begged, my legs trembling, trying to close, but his knee between them kept me spread open. "Stop?" Kirill smirked coldly. "Your pussy's saying something else. Listen to how fucking wet you are." His fingers moved relentlessly inside me, the slick, obscene sounds filling my ears, making me shut my eyes in embarrassment. Even though his touch was rough, waves of mind-numbing pleasure radiated from my core. "Open your eyes, Celia," Kirill ordered. Then he yanked his fingers out, and before I could process it, the world spun. I gasped, my eyes flying open as he lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Afraid I'd fall, I clung to his shoulders, completely at his mercy. He tugged my panties off, letting them dangle around my ankle, then unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. He rubbed it against my entrance, teasing, not entering. "Kirill…" My voice broke, half a plea for him to fuck me, half a desperate wish for him to stop torturing me. "I'm right here," he said. "Feel me take you."

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