Sinful Desires (Volume 1)

Episode 4 - The Power Struggle Camila's POV The executive boardroom buzzed like there was a swarm of angry bees in there. It was the morning after Adrian and I's illicit car ride and tension hummed through my veins as I took my seat at the front in the boardroom with fluorescent lights. I was dressed in a crisp white blouse tucked into a pencil skirt that accentuated my hips. My dark hair was pulled into a slick bun. Adrian was already there at the head of the polished mahogany table and his suit jacket slung over the chair back with his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. He hadn't looked in my direction when I had entered but the air between us crackled as though charged with the ghost of his cock buried deep inside me. The merger team soon started filtering in with analysts, lawyers, and the Chairwoman's assistant settling down with notepads and laptops. Adrian launched into the strategy session without preamble. His voice was commanding as he projected slides onto the screen. "The Asian expansion demands aggression. We lock in suppliers now, undercut competitors on pricing, and push the timeline to Q3 rollout. No delays, no hand-holding". My pen tapped sharply against my notepad, the sound cutting through his monologue. I leaned forward, locking my eyes onto his. "That's reckless, Hale. Ramming through without due filing invites lawsuits and market backlash. We integrate sustainably-vet partners, phase the rollout. Your bulldozer tactics will tank the billion-dollar deal before it launches". He pivoted to face me, his chair creaking under his weight, while blue eyes narrowed. "Sustainably? That's corporate jargon for cowardice. The board appointed us to lead, not tiptoe. If you're scared of bold moves, step aside, Reyes. I'll handle it solo". The room shifted uncomfortably as murmurs rippled among the team, but I didn't flinch. Instead, I rose, palms flat on the table, with my blouse straining against my breasts as I closed the distance to his end. "Step aside?". I scoffed. "You mean let you sabotage everything with your ego? This isn't a solo conquest, it's a merger. We collaborate, or I escalate to Voss. Your 'bold moves' nearly cost us the last acquisition". Adrian stood too, towering over me as his chest was inches from mine. The scent of his cologne...woody and masculine as usual, invaded my space, stirring memories of sweat-slicked skin and desperate thrusts. I shook my head. "Escalate?". He snapped, bringing me back to the moment. "Go ahead. But you know damn well my strategies win. Yours are safe bets that bore the investors. Admit it, you push back because you crave the fight". My breath hitched as heat flooded my cheeks. Although the heat wasn't just anger, his proximity ignited that forbidden spark that made my nipples pebble under the thin fabric of my blouse. "Crave? The only thing I crave is seeing you fail spectacularly. You steamroll everyone, including me, but not this time". He stepped closer, our bodies nearly brushing, making the boardroom fade to a distant hum. His hand twitched at his side, as if fighting the urge to grab my wrist. "Including you?". He asked, voice dropping low and venomous. "Is that what last night was? You riding my cock like you owned it, begging for more?". I knew the whisper was for my ears only but it sent a jolt straight to my core, making my pussy clench with unwelcome arousal. My lips parted as fury and desire twisted in my gut. I could feel the pull, the magnetic draw to close the gap and crush my mouth against his right there amid the witnesses but I couldn't. Our stares locked and our hot, ragged breaths mingled while the almost-kiss hung like a live wire that was inches from snapping. A cough from the far end of the table shattered the moment. "Uh, perhaps we table this and reconvene?". It was one of the analyst that suggested it with a tentative voice. Adrian broke eye contact first with clenched jaw. "Meeting adjourned. Camila, my office. Now. We finish this". I nodded curtly, gathering my files as the team dispersed with whispers trailing them. As soon as we got into his corner office, the door clicked shut behind us, the lock engaging with a decisive snick. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, but the blinds were already half-drawn, casting shadows inside. "You think you can dictate terms?". Adrian snarled, rounding on me, then backing me against the heavy oak desk. His hands slammed down on either side of my hips, caging me in. I shoved at his chest but my fingers curled into his shirt instead, yanking him closer. "And you think you can fuck me into submission? This is business, not your personal conquest". The lie burned on my tongue that as soon as it came out, our bodies pressed together and Adrian's mouth crashed down on mine in a brutal kiss. The kiss was all teeth and tongue. I felt like he wanted to punish my resistance so I bit his lower lip hard enough to draw a growl while raking my nails down his back through the fabric of his suit. He spun me around, bending me over the desk with rough hands. He then hiked up my skirt up to my waist making the papers, documents and files to scatter. "Stubborn little slut", he muttered, palming my ass and squeezing the firm flesh before yanking my panties down my thighs. My pussy was already slick, exposed to the cool air and aching for his invasion. I badly wanted him to bury his cock inside me so I arched back, grinding against his crotch where his cock strained rock-hard against his zipper. "Fuck you, Adrian. Make it quick before someone knocks". He didn't waste time, unzipping and shoving his pants down just enough to free his thick shaft. The head nudged my entrance that was slick with arousal. And he thrust in with one savage stroke, burying himself balls-deep. I gasped because the stretch was painful and my walls fluttered around his girth as he filled me completely. "Take it", he grunted, gripping my hips bruisingly and pulling out only to slam back in, causing the desk to creak under the force. Each pounding drive was angry and desperate as his cock dragged along my sensitive inner walls, hitting deep with a punishing rhythm. I moaned continuously, bracing on my elbows while pushing back to meet him, my breasts bouncing with every impact as my nipples scraped the wood through my blouse. "Harder, you bastard", I demanded in a voice that was muffled against my arm while clenching my pussy to squeeze him tighter. Adrian's hand fisted my hair, loosening the bun and yanking my head back to expose my neck, where he sank his teeth, marking me with a sharp bite. The pain spiked my pleasure as my untouched clit throbbed while his balls slapped against me with wet smacks. He reached around, fingers finding my swollen clit to rub furious circles that made me buck. "Come on my cock, Camila. Show me how much you hate this". His thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping faster. Soon, I shattered first, orgasm rippling through me as my pussy spasmed wildly, juices soaking his length while I cried out, biting my fist to stifle the sound. Adrian followed with a guttural groan, slamming deep one last time as his cock pulsed, pumping hot cum into me, filing me to the point of overflow. The cum leaked down my thighs as he stilled, the both of us panting. Reality seeped in like cold water, just like how it did after we fucked in the limo the previous day. He pulled out abruptly and instantly tucked himself away with jerky movements. I straightened, smoothing my skirt, and wiping at the mess between my legs with trembling fingers. Neither of us met the other's eyes. "This changes nothing", Adrian said flatly, adjusting his tie. "Strategy stands". "Get bent", I retorted and quickly put my hair back in a bun, smoothening it before snatching my files and striding to the door. "We're equals in this, Hale. Don't forget it". I shut the door behind me, walking away with the disarray of our angry surrender. It would never happen again. I silently promised myself. Once was a mistake. Twice, the last straw. What I would focus on, was the investor I was meeting the next day.