ADELINE'S POV
Blue and brown eyes stare back at me. My skin feels itchy. I have to pretend I don't want his arms around me. I'm aware of everything. The sound of the clock ticking, the cold air on my skin from my air conditioning, the way his eyes scan my body. Dante messaged me last night and asked me to wear my hair down today.
I was so taken aback by the request that Liam and Naomi caught me blushing like a teenager in front of my phone. Since Dante came to pick me up this morning, he's been eye fucking me. Looking at me everywhere but his eyes are more focused on my hair. I curled it and let it fall in waves around my shoulders and on my back.
I love the way he's looking at me. Like I'm the only girl in the world.
"Do you smoke Mr. Russo?" I ask him, officially starting the therapy session, my little notebook in front of me.
"Is that relevant to my mental health?" He asks, his hand on his chin as he gazes into my eyes. I shift in my seat, trying to ignore the pool of heat in my core.
"People who smoke, drink usually have anger issues or a problem they're running from." I state.
"I smoked for the first time when I lost my sister. Got drunk when I realized there was nothing I could do to help her." There's that darkness in his voice again. Every time he mentions his sister, there's an evilness that overcomes his expression and I just know a huge part of who Dante is today has a lot to do with his dead sister. When he talks about his parents, he's calm and composed but with his sister, he's passive aggressive. Like something terrible happened to her and he's vengeful.
"Why do you blame yourself for it?" I ask him jotting down in my note book.
"Our parents were gone. I was responsible for her." He answers simply. I look into his eyes and all I see his hurt and anger. I swallow the lump in my throat as I start brainstorming. It must have been so hard for him to lose his parents and then his sister. He doesn't look like someone who has that many friends.
"How old were you when your parents died?" I question.
"Young." He answers with a menacing smile.
"What happened to your sister?" He tenses, his eyes widening a bit from my question. I know he's not ready to answer that yet so I change my question immediately.
"Why don't you have any friends?" I try to lighten the mood.
"People are disappointing." He states.
"Do you have any hobbies Mr. Russo." I ask him and he leans forwards, placing his elbows on my table as he gazes at me.
"Working out. Making money." He answers and winks at me. I suck in a sharp breath and shut my legs tight against each other.
"I think you have unresolved trauma Mr. Russo. I think you have a lot of guilt and resentment in you because of what happened to your sister. That's why you're so locked up and don't have any friends. You're scared if you get too close to someone, you'll lose them. Because you weren't able to protect your sister from whatever happened to her, you think it would be the same for anyone else you let yourself care about. I think you need to work on self-forgiveness. You need to learn how to let what happened to your sister go and move forwards. It wasn't your fault."
I give him my diagnosis and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in when I'm done. His eyes are wide, as if he didn't expect me to figure him out so soon, but I'm pretty confident that my diagnosis is accurate. He has a lot of self-hatred in him and until he learns to stop blaming himself for the tragedy that happened to his sister, he'll never move on.
I can't say I know how deep his pain runs but from the way he's looking at me, as if I just delved into a realm of his life he wasn't ready to reveal to me yet, I can tell just how much he cared for his sister and just how much losing her affected him. I want to know what happened to him, I want to know what he feels, but not as his therapist.
I want him to let me in and share his pain with me. I have no idea why I have this certain urge to know things about him, but I want to help him. Help him overcome his hurt and pain.
"Maybe I should fire you." He states deeply, rolling his tongue along his teeth in an irritated manner. But he doesn't look like he's pissed off at me. He looks like his anger is directed at someone or something in his head and it makes me wonder if someone hurt his sister.
"This entire thing is annoying." He says and my heart falls as I furrow my brows at him.
"I'm your therapist. It's my job to read you and give you a diagnosis Mr. Russo." I say raising my brows at him. I know I may have touched a sore spot but he doesn't get to transfer his irritation at me.
"Maybe we should cut the session short for today. I'm tired of playing this therapist-patient game with you." He says and rises from his chair, towering over me like a giant as I stay seated on my office chair. I know he's trying to change the topic and ignore the diagnosis I just gave him, but I don't say anything when he walks towards my door and turns the lock, trapping me in my office with him.
"What are you doing?" I ask him as he walks towards me with a menacing glare. He reaches my seat and swings it so I'm facing him. He now stands on the other side of the table, in front of me looking perfect in his perfect suit. His thumb lands on his bottom lip as he stares down at me and I feel my nipples get tight just from the intensity of his stare.
"You just gave me a very disturbing therapy session. It's my turn now." He tilts his head at me and kneels in front of me. Literally goes down to his knees in front of me.
"Dante…" I whisper. Everything about this situation is unethical. We're at my work office and I don't know if I'll be able to control my moans if he starts touching me.
"Quiet." He orders and pulls my skirt up my thighs, spreading my legs wide open in front of him. The cold air from the air conditioner touches my exposed skin and I shiver when he runs his warm palm up and down my thigh until he reaches my entrance through my panties.
"Beautiful." He whispers looking straight at my wet panties. I bite my bottom lip as he groans, pushing my panties to the side. "Fuck Adeline, you're soaking."
He grunts and teases my clit with his thumb. I loll my head backwards and start grinding against his fingers. I've suddenly forgotten that we're in my office and my assistant is literally on the other side of that door. He's making me do things that I would have never dreamed of. Literally breaking me out of my little conservative shell and introducing me to parts of myself I would have never discovered had he not come into my life.
I feel myself get even wetter and I let out a strained moan when his index finger thrusts into my vagina. I bite down on my lip to keep myself from moaning out loud.
"Look at me Adeline." He orders and I obey instinctively. His eyes undress me as he finger-fucks me and the intensity of his gaze only makes me hotter, driving me over the edge. He suddenly shoves another finger inside me and in seconds, I'm a sweating mess as I come undone all over his fingers.
He smiles at me and maintains eye contact as he licks all of my juices off his fingers.
"Get on the desk." I stand, anticipation building inside me when he spins me around and makes me lean to my stomach on my office desk. He lifts up my skirt completely to my waist and unbuttons his pants carelessly, pure lust in his eyes as he looks down at my ass. He pulls his dick out and my eyes widen from how huge it is. It's even bigger than I remember it to be and all I want is to feel it inside me.
He spanks my ass, getting a moan out of me, pushes my panties to the side and thrusts inside me with a low groan. He hits a spot inside me that I didn't even know existed and I get even wetter from the pleasure that shoots inside me. He starts fucking me slowly and then increase his pace desperately in seconds.
He whimpers and groans, spanking me from time to time and I bite the inside of my cheeks to keep myself quiet as euphoria builds inside me. I haven't even recovered from the fist orgasm and I feel like I'm going to burst with pleasure again.
"Lift your ass." He orders and I do just that. He keeps me in place with his hands tight on my waist and he increase his speed even more, slamming inside me like his life depended on it. The state of the situation and the fact that we're having sex where we're not supposed to only makes me even more turned on.
"Oh Fuck. You feel so good." He whimpers as I feel his dick twitch inside me and I know he'll come any second now. But before he does, I let out a strained and controlled moan, my orgasm bursting through me before his. After a few more seconds of thrusting inside me, he groans and releases his juices inside me. There was nothing sensual or passionate about the way he just fucked me. It was hard and aggressive and dirty and dominating and scandalous and I loved every second of it.
He notices a packet of baby wipes on my desk and pulls a couple of them out to clean both of us up. Once he's done, he pulls me to a standing position and arranged my clothes on my skin, putting everything in place just how he met it. My legs still tremble from having two hard orgasms in minutes as he runs his hands into my hair, fixing it perfectly on my head.
"You changed the topic. I was serious about your diagnosis Dante. Just because you fucked me doesn't mean I've forgotten what we were talking about."
"Just shut up and kiss me, Adeline." He grabs my neck, wraps his hand around it and kisses me desperately, hungrily, sensually and I know for sure now, that Dante Russo will be the death of me.