HATE LOVE

“No sweetheart, what we mean is that Pictogram purchased them for you for your use. It’s this man right here,” she said, nodding towards Theo. “Thank him.”

And I blushed even more then, turning shy eyes to Mr. Wainwright. Because was it true? Had be bought me all those designer clothes without a second thought? Had Theo really done that for me?

Those blue eyes gleamed, confirming the purchase.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he growled. “You look gorgeous in jeans and t-shirts, but every lady needs some variety in her wardrobe, wouldn’t you say? Especially since you belong here now.”

More accurately, I belonged to him, but I couldn’t accept such generosity. Call me old-fashioned, but I’ve always worked for what I have, and this was different. This was four or five figures of designer clothes just for doing nothing.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” I said, eyes regretful. “I can’t accept this gift.”

Theo remained unperturbed. “Sure you can, sweetheart,” he said. “But tell you what, if it makes you uncomfortable, let’s go take a look at the clothes one more time. And I swear, if you don’t like them, you don’t have to take anything.”

I smiled helplessly at the billionaire. Of course I was going to like them. What woman wouldn’t?

Slowly, I trailed the CEO from the photo shoot and back into the small room with the racks of gowns, dresses, pants, shirts, and dozens of shoes.

“I like this,” Theo said, grinning while holding up a bustier. “You’d look amazing in it.”

I had to laugh at that.

“Mr. Wainwright,” I said with a mock frown. “You know that’s for girls who are A cups. I’m Double D on my best days. I’d burst out of that in no time.”

And in a flash, Theo was beside me, that big form towering over my curvy frame.

“I know,” he murmured in my ear. “Trust me, I know.”

Just like that, it was on.

“Sweetheart, I see something that I like,” he rumbled, lifting the skirt of the gown up.

I gasped, swatting his hand away.

“Mr. Wainwright! They’re going to be back in here any minute. There isn’t even a door really. Let go!” I gasped, pushing his big palms away.

But my insides were already loosening, pussy moistening with desire. And Theo knew. The alpha kissed my neck, making me moan, eyes falling closed.

“You looked so hot out there,” he whispered in my ear. “We’ll be quick and dirty. I promise.” He cupped my breasts and squeezed them. “Aw shit, your nipples are hard.”

Turning my head to him, I said, “I want you so bad. Make it as quick and dirty as possible.”

And I swear, this was becoming a habit because it was the second time in one day. Theo bent me over the conference table, flipping the priceless gown over the small of my back while those big hands deftly pulled my panties down. Slowly, the alpha slid a finger in my already throbbing pussy, making me squeal. Then, to my surprise, he slipped that finger out and right into my asshole. I squirmed with surprise.

“Theo!” I gasped, anus twitching a bit. “Oh god!”

The pressure felt deliciously exciting. And the big man could tell I liked it because he pulled his cock out and rubbed the head against my pussy while keeping his finger buried inside.

“You’re going to get me wet first,” he rasped into my ear while pushing deep into my sweetest spot. “Get me wet for what comes next.”

Oh god, my legs nearly buckled from the pleasure.

“Unnnh! Mr. Wainwright,” I gasped, helplessly.

Theo held me tight, growling into my ear, “Mia, I want you in your tight little asshole.”

And what could I say? I belong to this man now with no way to say no to his demands. So craning my head slightly, I met those blazing blue eyes with a soft, hungry glance.

“Yes, put your cock in there,” I whispered, gripping the conference table in anticipation. “Let me feel it.”