Destructively Alluring

Destructively Alluring

Published by Malfunction Erotica.

Copyright © 2012 by N. Isabelle Blanco.

Edited By: Tamea Smith

Cover Art By: N. Isabelle Blanco

Photo credit: Deposit Photos/@konradbak (Konrad Bąk)

Dorian Sorenson agreed to take on his longtime family friend’s daughter, Demitra, as an intern. Hell, Stephen Davis had been his father’s friend for years up to his father’s death and he had continued to be close to Dorian. Why not do him the favor? Except, from the moment he sees the girl, now nineteen and definitely ‘growing up’ he’s faced with a huge problem. Huge. The girl might be eleven years his junior but just looking at her shy sexiness has him trapped in an agonizing need that won’t even let him seek relief elsewhere. His body wants her and no one else. And it’s going to have her, whether Dorian likes it or not.

After a torrid but brief kiss in his office, three months into Demitra’s internship, Dorian is left fighting feelings of extreme guilt. It’s very clear that they’re attracted to each other and that Demitra needs him as badly as he needs her but she’s still a young girl working for him. A young girl who happens to be his friend’s daughter. Dorian is determined to fight this need for her, whatever the cost. What he doesn’t count on is one night, one benefit, and Demitra looking unbelievably tempting on the arm of another man. The bets are off when possessiveness strikes hard within Dorian and only a higher power can help them both because now he plans to claim her. Thoroughly.

T
he knock on my door interrupted me. Even worse, it made several emotions flare inside of me. In the last three months, I’d come to memorize that sound. The sheer daintiness behind it. The awkward fear that always followed the person who was behind that aforementioned knock.

“Come in,” I called out, running a hand through my curly blond hair and swallowing past the lump in my throat.

Which is nothing compared to the lump that was growing in my slacks.

Again.

The door to my office slowly opened. I told myself to fucking ignore the presence that filled it. I told myself that the intriguing -albeit brilliant- nineteen year old girl who just happened to be my intern does nothing to me.

Nothing.

Liar.

Fuck, yes. I was the biggest failure at lying to myself when it came to that girl. That shy, long-haired brunette who was always shaky in front of me. Always staring at the ground.

Like now.

Weren’t you determined
not
to look?

Of course I was.

And,
of course,
I failed.

“I’ve brought your coffee, Mr. Sorenson,” Demitra mumbled softly, delicately walking across my plush white carpet in those shameful heels.

Because she was shy, very shy, and her clothing never showed too much skin. But she was always wearing heels made by the devil himself and her skirts and blouses were always too fucking tight.

Don’t look. For God’s sake, you’re eleven years older.

Am I listening? Another of course…not.

Fuck.

Demitra Davis started working as my intern three months before and the only reason that I took her on was one of the main reasons I needed to stay away from her. She was off limits.

Actually, she
defined
the meaning of ‘off limits’ in my world.

The girl was the daughter of one of my business partners. In fact, Stephen Davis’ office was two floors below mine. He’d been a good friend of my father’s and when I came into my inheritance four years ago, he’d been there with me every step of the way. He’d helped me navigate the tricky road from Vice President to full on President of a company that was filled with hungry vipers. Full of board members that were itching for the very spot I was taking simply because of my birthright, my father’s will, and the fact that he’d owned the largest share in the company.

Stephen had been a good friend of my family’s. A good friend to
me.
That’s why, when he approached me and told me his daughter had started college and that he wanted her to start an internship early, away from working directly under him, I’d agreed.

I’d fucking agreed.

Fool.

For the first time in my life, I had proven myself the fool. Then again, how the hell was I to know that the small girl I remembered meeting years ago had grown to be temptation incarnate wrapped up in a deliciously innocent facade?

That long, dark hair and those baby blue eyes fucked with my brain late into the night. That adorably seductive face of hers and the body attached to it had grabbed hold of my cock and would
not
let go.

Demitra came to a stop before my desk. As always, the tray she placed next to me was shaking because her hands were shaking. I couldn’t, for the life of me, understand why she was so nervous around me. I had done everything in my power to make her at ease, going out of my way to be nice and polite to her.

She can probably sense that hard-on three miles away, you perv.

I placed my pen down and moved away from my desk. The movement startled Demitra, who gasped and almost stumbled away from where she had placed the tray. “Woah. Woah,” I said, shooting out of my seat and catching her around her upper arms before she could fall down.

“I…I…” Her voice stuttered and her huge eyes clashed with mine. The black framed glasses she was wearing only made it harder for me to stare at her.

I didn’t realize that I was silent and staring intently. All I could do was watch while her cheeks blossomed with the most delicious shade of pink that I had ever seen. And just like that, I was hit with lustful curiosity. The tentative image of what she must’ve looked like naked.

Spread.

Wet…

“I…I’m sorry, Mr. Sorenson,” she whispered, her small body trembling in front of mine.

Was she afraid of me? Could she really tell what was going through my mind? Fuck, I must disgust her. The older perv lusting after her. Wanting her. But I did. I fucking did. I wanted her in a way that frightened and exhilarated me. I told myself to pull back. I was so close that I could see my slight reflection in her lenses. I could see the dark look in my blue eyes.

“No,” I managed to say, hearing how heavy my voice was. “I’m the one who’s sorry.”

But still, I didn’t let her go.

I fucking couldn’t.

And suddenly, my hands slightly tightened and my fingers started caressing the soft skin I could feel. She was wearing a dark blue button down with short puffy sleeves. The material stretched too tight across her breasts and I swear, I was amazed the buttons managed to hang on.

Are you as innocent as you seem?
I wanted to ask.
Do you have any idea what you do to me with those clothes? Do you do it on purpose? Do you do it to tempt others? Has someone else already shown you physical pleasure?
I wanted to demand.

I swallowed back the words, the unspoken questions burning me like acid. However, there was one question that needed to be asked. Probably not the best time considering I hadn’t let her go and I was feeling up on her arms like the perv she had turned me into, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Why are you always so shaky around me?” I asked.

Demitra’s little mouth fell open into an ‘O’ and, if possible, her eyes got wider. She didn’t seem to be blinking as she stared into my eyes. I watched her inhale, her movements still shaky, her throat jumping and fixating me. My hands tightened more, even though I was shooting commands at my body. I was telling it to let go of her. To step away from her.

My commands were being promptly overridden, especially when Demitra inhaled again and then nervously licked her lips. “Answer me,” I half-demanded, half-pleaded, actually taking a step closer to her.

“I…I can’t,” she whispered and God help me, I couldn’t have mistaken what I had seen: the fact that her eyes had fallen to my lips.

“Why not?” I asked, tone dropping lower. I wanted to soothe her, promise that I wouldn’t hurt her.

But it would all be lies.

If she so much as looked at my lips one more time, I was going to slam her against my desk and ruin a century of my family’s good reputation.

“Mr. Sorenson…I…”

“You used to call me Dorian,” I reminded her, pulling her an inch closer. She actually let me. This would be bad.

Very
bad.

“You used to call me Demi,” she said, her tone dropping. I could tell that she was still nervous but either I was on a testosterone overdose that was causing me to hallucinate, or there was heat reflected in her tone.

I could hear it as well as physically sense it.

“But that was all a long time ago,” Demitra elaborated.

I pulled her towards me. I didn’t mean to. It was like a knee-jerk reaction, I couldn’t help it. I pulled her to me, my body aching for a physical connection with her. And with another small gasp, the girl stumbled, landing against my chest, her hands pressed to my racing heart.

We both froze but there was no mistaking that her own chest was racing.

Her heart was beating just as hard as my own.

You’re probably scaring her, you fuck!

True. But I couldn’t pull away. My body was starved for her and it had been more than three months since I had a woman
because
of her. Every time I came close to even inviting another woman to sleep with me, Demi’s image was there.

Haunting me.

Laughing at me.

Destroying
me.

“I’m sorry,” I heard myself repeat just as Demitra pushed herself up enough to raise her head and lock eyes with…my mouth.

She was staring at my fucking mouth again.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” I rasped, suddenly latching onto the back of her neck and holding her still. I dove for her mouth, screaming at myself to stop but knowing it was futile.

It all happened so fast. I pressed my lips to hers and raw, agonizing sensation exploded. Carnal sensations rose up and mixed with the sweetest and muskiest flavor I’d ever tasted. I heard an animalistic growl leave me as I all but swallowed her bottom lip, sucked it in and got lost in the juicy feeling of it.

As lost as I was in the sharp stabs of lust that were assaulting my lower abs and cock, I was still expecting her to pull back. Still expecting her to attack me, shove me away, hurt me and run screaming bloody-murder out of the office.

She didn’t.

Demitra was panting against my mouth and she hadn’t moved as I continued to suck her bottom lip. I grabbed it between my teeth, my hands now cupping her small face. I pulled back and bit slightly harder then soothed where my teeth had just been with my tongue.

What happened next floored me.

Ensnared me.

Demitra finally moved, a harsh breath leaving her and sliding into me. Her small hands gripped my dress shirt and a sound left her that nearly pushed me to my knees. Next thing I knew, we were stumbling, I was pressing her against the desk, and one of her tiny hands had wrapped around my neck.

Lord help me, she brought me closer.

And…her tongue. I felt her tongue.

“Demi,” I moaned, biting her lower lip and using the hold I had on her jaw to coax her mouth open. That delicious sound left her mouth again and she tilted her head, allowing me access and even sliding out her tongue to meet mine as it slid in.

This time my knees did jerk. I let go of her face and grabbed her hips hard, moaning into her mouth at the feel of her. I’d been unwillingly fantasizing about her for months, touching her now was debilitating. I swirled my tongue around hers, my hands tightening and my fingers sliding an inch back. The curve of her ass called to me but a part of me was afraid to move too fast.

Hell, I was already going too fast. But again, she was allowing me to and her taste was sheer intoxication. The way her tongue slid against mine, the movements wet and slightly shy…

“Fuck,” I gasped, realizing that while delicious, her movements seemed unpracticed.

Uncertain.

“Don’t…God, girl. Don’t tell me I just stole your first kiss,” I breathed, nipping lightly at her bottom lip because I couldn’t bring myself to fully pull away.

Demitra shook her head, her eyes focused on my mouth with an intensity that made me twitch. “No, I just haven’t…” then she pulled away, an embarrassed look crossing her face. “Is it that obvious?” she asked in a small voice, her cheeks darkening and her stare dropping.

“What?” I replied, cupping her chin and forcing her to look back up at me. “What are you talking about?”

Demitra pulled her face away from me and adjusted her glasses in a move that made my cock impossibly harder. A move I’ve seen so many times over the last few months and one that gets me every time.

“I’ve only been with one guy…for a little while…”

“Stop,” I growled, my vision flaring red at the images that her admission caused. My hips thrust into her and my hands became vicious. My chest was still vibrating with remnants of that growl as I pressed my lips to her jaw, exhaled roughly and tried to bring the irrational and unprecedented jealousy pounding through me under control.