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  I'm working in my penthouse office when the secretary knocks.

  "What is it?" I say gruffly, hating to be interrupted.

  "Um, sir, there are a few employees that you fired that are slowly gathering in front of the bank to protest. I just thought you should be aware."

  I'm pissed as all hell. I'm tired of these ex-employees thinking they should get a piece of my business, that they deserve more than what I've given them. I fired them for a good fucking reason. They were incompetent, all of them.

  I'm furious as I tell my secretary, "Goddamn it. Call the security team and make the employees leave. Ex-employees. It's not gonna be good publicity once the media learns about this. Tell the security team to get this under control or they can join that gathering of fired people outside. Got it?"

  She nods her head and leaves the room timidly. I think I scared her. But fuck.

  It's hard to work when there's a security breach downstairs. By late afternoon, I know they have to have everything wrapped up downstairs. I would've heard about it otherwise. Luckily for me, my investigator calls at just the right time.

  "We found Katy again. She's in a coffee shop uptown," he says.

  "Good, I'm on my way."

  I'm gonna have to hurry if I want to catch her there. This time, I'll make seeing her look like an accident.

  This thing with Katy is becoming everything, but I remind myself it’s just a ploy to get to who she really is. I will find out what she plans to do to my company and I will stop it. And that’s where it ends. Even if my cock thinks differently.

  I pull the Mercedes up to the designated place. I go into the little bohemian coffee shop and see her sitting in the back, obviously wanting to be invisible again.

  I walk up to the counter and order something to make it look coincidental. They hand me my espresso and I casually turn in her direction.

  I have to stop myself from laughing. Katy seems less than enthused to see me. She's crouching down in her seat trying to blend in, but it's not going to work. I'm determined to get close to her because I have to know her plans. I need information. I need to know if others are involved. Whatever she’s up to, I have to put an end to it.

  I stroll over to her and say, "My, my, what a coincidence. I seem to have found you again, Katy. For all your running, it looks like you might never get away from me."

  She's fuming at being found again. My cocky smirk probably doesn’t help matters. After her little stunt in jail I know she’s one of those women who thinks she's in control all the time, but it's not that way with me—ever. And soon she's about to find that out.

  "Why are you here?" she asks.

  "Like I said, I want to know if I can trust you. I want you to work with my organization. And Katy,” I add, dropping my voice. “I always get what I want."

  I take a seat across from her without waiting for her to offer.

  She looks me straight in the eyes and says, "I don't work with strangers or people I don't trust. Sorry, Marcus, you’re one of those people on my ‘Do Not Trust List.’ Find somebody else."

  I'm getting frustrated now. I can't keep tracking her down like this and have her continue to deny me or, worse, escape my grasp. I have to think of something soon.

  "What about dinner? You have to eat. Why not eat with me?"

  "What part of no do you not understand?" she says, insolent. And fuck if that doesn’t turn me on too. What they hell is she doing to me?

  "Look, Katy, you're either gonna come with me willingly or I'll make you. Don't test me."

  The thought of bending her over my knee for said insolence is fucking tempting, but we're just not at that level. Yet, a voice whispers in my mind.

  She looks up at me with determination. "What's your deal, Marcus? Dinner. Seriously? What is it that you really want from me? Because I know you aren’t telling me everything."

  "Listen, just come out to eat with me and you can get to know me and the organization. It will be very worth your while."

  She hesitates. At least I've got her thinking about it. She seems like the kind of person that wouldn't have many friends or associates. I mean, she obviously doesn't want to be found because she's a hacker, so she has to keep a low profile.

  But she doesn't know that I know that. And I plan on keeping it that way.

  I try to make it easier on her. "Would you be more interested if I offered to just go to my place instead?"

  Maybe the idea of being out in public with me is what's scaring her off. She obviously doesn't go to many public places. She wants to be incognito.

  I own a few other establishments and it would be no problem bringing her to one of my smaller properties, you know, to keep up the facade. She doesn't have to see the penthouse...yet.

  I ignore the part of me that says bringing her to my place immediately crosses a line. Because fuck that.

  My persistence pays off because Katy reluctantly agrees. I was right. Public places make her edgy. I take her hand and lead her out of the coffee shop and into my waiting Mercedes. Finally, I have her within my grasp.

  My cock is so fucking hard but I have to tame it. She can't know how much I want her on a personal level. I never mix business with pleasure.

  But I’m starting to wonder if for a woman such as this, I might be willing to break even my own rules.

  We get into the Mercedes and go.

  Chapter 7

  Katy

  The smooth, black leather interior of Marcus’s car does nothing to subdue my desire for him.

  I feel hot, and the walls are caving in around me.

  I’m not used to being so vulnerable with anybody, much less someone as hot as he is.

  What was I thinking getting into his car like this? Going to his turf?

  As much as I tried to get out of going anywhere with him, he was so damn persistent that I had to say yes. I’m attracted to him, after all. What’s wrong with having a little fun?

  I try to relax, knowing that no matter what, I can depend on myself to escape.

  He drives to his place. The entire time, I see that his cock is hard and throbbing beneath his pants. It’s definitely big―at least 10 inches long and very, very thick

  I’m tempted to lean over and just start sucking it right here in the car. But I hold back. I might as well not show all my cards up front so fast. I still don’t know why he’s interested in me.

  We get to his place. He lives in a modest but chic building. Luckily, he’s on the top floor so there’s somewhat of a view, but not much.

  I make a mental note to research everything about Marcus and the organization that he says he’s working for once I get home. I’ll easily find all the dirt there is on him.

  His place is small but super posh. I admire the paintings displayed on the walls. He obviously has a keen eye for art, which is something I respect. Not everyone has that.

  I walk around and examine all his belongings on display, trying to find proof of who he really is and if he’s being transparent with me.

  Keeping up my guard is important. I never trust anybody until I do a full background check on them, and even then, it’s unlikely I’ll ever fully trust them. That’s just how I work. I learned a long time ago that you take care of yourself first.

  Marcus is calling in for delivery while he opens a bottle of wine. He pours me a glass, and I’m thankful. I love wine.

  Once he’s off the phone, he starts off asking me about the activism I do.

  “Why are you in it?” he asks.

  “Into what?” I say.

  “Your activism. It’s obviously your passion. Your profile is pretty strong, and I see that you have a lot of experience in fighting the good fight. Why do you do it?” he continues to prod.

  I decide to tell him a little bit of the truth. It won’t hurt to let him know some of my backstory. Besides, this guy is so hot that I want to do anything I can to make him feel closer to me so that I can get closer to that giant cock.

  “Well, I’ve had the
unique position of seeing everything that’s going on in terms of the 1% being in control of all the capital. I grew up very poor. I had to fend for myself.

  “I was an orphan. No one wanted me. I saw firsthand how the poor struggle and how banks and other financial institutions make them even poorer instead of helping them like they promise. It’s all smoke and mirrors. It’s all politics.

  “And it’s all away for the rich to get richer. I don’t believe in that. I believe in fighting against that and helping people at the bottom. I guess that’s just my truth.”

  He takes a long moment to respond.

  Shit. I don’t know why I just told him all that. Like, it just came out.

  I feel more exposed than I’ve ever been. Now he knows that I’m an orphan and that I was poor my whole life. Why did I tell him that?

  “Hey, thanks for telling me that. It means a lot. But I think you should know that the banks don’t think it’s a problem. It’s business and they have policies.”

  I take the opportunity to educate him, “Yeah, well their policies should be changed because if it’s not for the people, their clientele who endorse them and keep them in business, then that very businesses would fail. They would be nothing.”

  I take another sip of my wine, and I’m starting to feel a little bit tipsy. It’s not a bad feeling.

  “So suddenly the people are in charge of the banks?” he says. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around, Katy? Do you think the banks and corporations owe the people everything they have? Shouldn’t people make their own fortunes?”

  Why is he so upset about this? I thought he was into me because of my activism. He seems to be siding with the banks and the other financial institutions, and I can’t figure it out.

  He obviously doesn’t know what I know. He hasn’t been on the streets, cold, shivering, and alone. He doesn’t understand that people need to be helped no matter what.

  “Then why are you asking me all this, Marcus? I thought you were interested in my beliefs. I thought we were of the same mindset. Obviously, you don’t know what you’re talking about, and this conversation will get us nowhere,” I say, suddenly angry at his ignorance.

  The conversation is starting to get heated, and the wine is kicking in.

  As soon as I mention the activism he backs off.

  “Hey, I’m sorry, I’m just trying to play devil’s advocate. I ask these tough questions of everybody. I want to know why people do what they do. You obviously believe in your activism and I want to know why. You just explained it. And I agree with you...on some things.”

  With the chemistry between us igniting and the alcohol mixing with my adrenaline, I’m starting to feel very turned on. So much so that I have the sudden urge to make myself come just to stand another minute of being around him.

  Marcus is sitting at the island next to me on a barstool. He’s close. He’s so close that I could probably trail my fingers down his strong chest and rippling abs.

  But I don’t. I hold back. I need to keep my wits about me.

  I break away from the intense moment and say, “Where’s the powder room?”

  I need to take a moment for myself, a moment to get my head on straight. Lust is starting to take over my mental faculties...

  He points to one part of the apartment, and I walk that way. I start to calm down. I tell myself that I shouldn’t feel attracted to him, especially because I can’t trust anybody at this moment.

  He could be out to get me. I never know who my enemy is. When you’re a hacker like I am and you’ve done dirty deeds such as the ones I’ve done, anybody can be the enemy. I mean, I hope it’s not Marcus, but I still have to protect myself.

  At the same time, I can’t help myself.

  Once I’m inside his powder room, I reach down and slide my hand under my thong. I play with myself, imagining Marcus here with me. I need to come, to release some of this internal rage and frustration and lust.

  It’s all mixing into one thing, and I can’t be around him without letting out some of the building steam.

  I’m thinking of him, and it feels so fucking good, and oh god, I’m about to come. Then I look up and realize that the door to the bathroom has been open this entire time and that Marcus is watching me.

  Oh my god.

  Then things take an interesting turn.

  He walks right fucking in with fire in his eyes and proceeds to join in the fun.

  Chapter 8

  Marcus

  She doesn’t realize that I’ve been watching her touch herself.

  I love that she couldn’t be around me for long without having to get off.

  It means she feels the same insane attraction for me that I feel for her.

  She left me hanging at the jail, literally, with my cock in my hands.

  And now I’m going to make her pay for it.

  Her eyes lock with mine, and we both know what’s about to happen.

  “You just couldn’t wait, huh?” I smirk. “I can’t say I blame you. Most women need to get off once they’ve had some time with me. I’m not surprised that you’re no different.” I look at her from head to toe. “I can help you, Katy, if you want.”

  She jerks her hand out of her pants, and I know I have her right where I want her. She can’t survive another second without coming to the thought of me.

  I go on. “I can give you what you want, Katy. Why don’t you let me help you?”

  She looks at me squarely in the eyes, and her face doesn’t flush with embarrassment or anything. It’s as if she could care less that I’ve caught her in the act.

  Instead, she says to me with steely eyes and a measured tone of voice, “I don’t need you, Marcus. I don’t need any man. Clearly, I can get by on my own.”

  I love the fact that she stands up to me. So far, she hasn’t failed to surprise me with her fiery nature.

  “Well, I know you’re thinking about me. Instead, you can have the real thing. I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

  We stare at each other for a long moment. My cock is pushing hard against my pants, and I know that I have to get off, too.

  I walk towards her and kiss her hard on the mouth. She pushes me off but my strength is no match for her. I keep her close and kiss her to my heart’s content.

  She tries to object. “Marcus, not now. We can’t.”

  “Why not?” I say.

  “Because you’re just some guy to me, that’s why. Do you think I get into bed with every man I meet? Obviously, you have me painted all wrong,” she says.

  I release her a little, just enough to give her some breathing space.

  Then I say, my mouth right against hers, so close we’re breathing the same air, “You tormented me at the jail. I wanted you so fucking bad, and you left me hanging. You were quite a naughty girl. Now I think it’s time you pay for your little deed.”

  Again, she tries to resist me, but I pin her hands above her head and back her up against the wall.

  “I’ll have you begging for it. That I promise you,” I say confidently.

  I kiss her long and deep, and finally, she relents. She’s kissing me back. I bring one of her hands down to feel my hard cock. Then I unzip and let it out.

  She looks down and takes in the sight of my enormous length. Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips in anticipation.

  Damn fucking right. I know she wants me bad. No one can resist my cock. She’s fucking lucky to have it on offer.

  I pull her tank top off, then unclasp her bra to reveal perfect tits. All the while, I’m kissing her roughly.

  “You’re going to pay for what you did to me, Katy. You deserve it,” I say through clenched teeth.

  “Never,” she says, fierce and defiant. “You know I can escape whatever situation I’m in.”

  I cinch her hands again tightly above her head so that she can’t move.

  “Trust me,” I say, breathing down her neck. “Once you’ve tasted my cock, you’ll never want to escape again.”
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br />   I slide my hand down into her pants and begin to stroke her sopping wet pussy. I sink my fingers deep inside of her until I find her G-spot. She moans in pleasure, and I know that I have her right where she needs to be: in a position to come quickly.

  Once I make Katy come, she’ll never want to run away from me again. She’ll be my little slave―exactly how I want it.

  No woman has ever been able to deny me sex. Even though Katy doesn’t know that I’m a billionaire, everything else about me screams muscle, stature, and power.

  She’s obviously not swayed by money because my posh little apartment is enough for her. Most women practically come before the elevator door opens up to my penthouse. They all have dollar signs in their eyes, and it’s obvious what they’re after.

  They want my cock, and they want my money. It’s so superficial and transparent. That’s why I lose interest quickly.

  But from the beginning, Katy’s been a challenge. And it turns me on and intrigues me that I’ve found a woman with such strength. It only makes me want to break her down harder. To make her submit.

  I want her to know that for as strong and empowered as she is, I’m stronger. I want her to know that with me, she has to let go and to give up control.

  She’s breathing heavily as I finger her. I rub my fingers against her G-spot and slide my thumb in a circle around her clit.

  I kiss her deeply, and she moans into my mouth. I have her held tightly against the wall.

  Soon, her legs make their way up around my waist, and she grips me tightly with them. I know she likes my fingers working magic on her secret spots, but ultimately, she’s craving my rock-hard cock.

  “Please, Marcus,” she breathes. “Please just fuck me.”

  “See, it didn’t take you long to start begging for it. I knew you would. They all do,” I say back to her.

  She doesn’t seem to hear me, as she’s in a world far removed from this one. I feel her come around my hand because her pussy swells and tightens and pulses against me.

  She’s coming hard, almost violently. Her body is shaking, and she goes limp. She can barely keep her legs up around my waist. My body, pinning her to the wall, is her only source of strength.