Ch. 441..450

Chapter 441

Temptation Mia's POV.

As the class came to an end, I gathered my belongings and prepared to leave the classroom. Sheena and Joanna, my two lively friends, were beside me, already discussing their post-class plans. "What's the plan, girls?" Joanna asked with an eager gleam in her eyes.

Sheena, the bubbly one, chimed in, "Let's go watch a movie! It'll be so much fun!"

However, I had other responsibilities weighing on my mind. "I'd love to, but I have to head back to the dorm to finish today's assignment," I informed them regretfully.

Joanna's expression shifted to annoyance, and she tried to persuade me, "Come on, Mia. You can do your assignment later. We'll be back from the movie in a few hours. Don't ruin the fun, babe." "Guys, seriously, I'm not interested in..." My words trailed off as I caught sight of him standing in front of me, leaning against his car.

I blinked a few times to clear my vision. Maybe I was daydreaming. But no, he was there, real and alive. He smiled as he looked in my direction. I glanced around, but there was no one else. He was looking directly at me. I decided to ignore him and kept walking. Then he called out my name and

jogged toward me.I continued to ignore him and kept walking without stopping.

"Hey, wait. I was calling your name," he complained, sounding slightly

irritated, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response. His persistence was testing my patience.

"Really? I thought you were calling some other girl," I lied bluntly, trying to mask the unease I felt deep inside. I didn't want him to know that his presence affected me more than I cared to admit.

He narrowed his eyes at my retort, seemingly unconvinced by my casual response. "That's funny," he replied, his tone slightly playful.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Do you want to enroll in some courses?" I mocked, attempting to regain some semblance of control in the situation.

His intense gaze never wavered as he stared at me for a few seconds, leaving me momentarily breathless. "You're something... Mia," he finally said, his words making my heart race even faster.

Forcing myself to remember how to breathe, I swallowed the lump in my throat and decided to walk away, heading towards my dorm. However, he wasn't ready to let me go so easily.

"Wait, I'm here to meet you," he called out, his voice urging me to stop.

"Why?" I asked, my tone perhaps a tad too sharp, but I couldn't allow myself to appear vulnerable in front of him.

"I want to take you to lunch," he said, shrugging his shoulders casually.

My eyes widened in genuine surprise. Logan Mancini, someone so

well-known and sought-after, was asking me to have lunch with him. My heart pounded in my chest, but I tried my best to hide my excitement.

"I... I'm busy, and I need to get back to my dorm. It would be better if you asked someone else to join you for lunch," I stammered, my nervousness betraying my true feelings. The flutter in my stomach was undeniable. But he didn't give up easily. With a hint of determination in his eyes, he

insisted, "I want you to have lunch with me, Mia. Not any other girl. May I have the pleasure of your company?"

His charming smile was hard to resist, but I refused to let myself succumb so easily. Ignoring his advances, I continued walking, trying to put some distance between us.

I heard him sigh, and the sound of his footsteps following me grated on my nerves. To my annoyance, he had even gotten into his sleek black Lamborghini and started honking persistently, drawing attention to our unusual exchange. Unable to bear it any longer, I finally stopped near his car window and tapped on the glass. "What do you want?" I shouted, my frustration evident.

"I want to have lunch with you," he replied, his mischievous smirk somehow both infuriating and intriguing.

As much as I wanted to decline his

offer again, a mix of curiosity and a tinge of excitement got the better of me. Against my better judgment, reluctantly climbed into the

passenger seat, feeling the warmth of his cologne enveloping me as he leaned over to fasten my seatbelt. My heart fluttered, betraying the inner turmoil I was experiencing.

Throughout the drive, I remained silent, lost in my own thoughts and emotions. We eventually arrived at a luxurious restaurant, known for its exclusivity and lavish atmosphere. It was a place I had only dreamt of dining at, and I couldn't believe I was here with Logan Mancini.

Stepping out of the car, he swiftly walked to my side, opening the door with a graceful flourish. I blushed at the gesture, feeling a mixture of flattery and unease. His attention was overwhelming, and I wasn't entirely sure how to respond.

With my hand hesitantly extended, he gently held it in his large, confident palm, sending a shiver down my spine. His touch was electrifying, and I tried my best to maintain my composure.

As he led me inside the restaurant, I

couldn't help but notice the air of authority he commanded. The staff seemed to recognize him, and we were guided to a private chamber, away from the prying eyes of other diners. My curiosity intensified; he had clearly planned this carefully, and I was eager to see what he had in store.

So, I decided to play along, to wait and see what would unfold. As we entered the private space, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this lunch was about more than just a casual meal Logan Mancini was a man of power and influence, and I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted from me.

"Do you like the restaurant, Mia?" he inquired, his tone implying that fine dining was a regular occurrence for me.

I simply nodded in response, uncertain of the appropriate words to express my thoughts without sounding mocking.

As the service staff approached to take our orders, Logan gestured towards me and said, "Ask the lady. She will order for both of us."

Surprise and shock mingled within me, leaving me utterly bewildered.

How on earth was I supposed to know Logan Mancini's food preferences? I couldn't help but wonder in frustration.

"Do you really expect me to order for you as well?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course, I want to see what you'll choose for me," he replied with a mischievous grin. I blinked, trying to decipher the hidden meaning behind his words.

After contemplating for a moment, I decided to order some pork and an Italian salad, stealing a glance at his face to gauge his reaction.

His lips curled up in a smirk, and he remarked, "Good choice, Mia. That's why I wanted to have lunch with you."

A frown crept onto my face. Why was he suddenly being so sweet to me? I knew that Logan Mancini was notorious for never trusting a girl. He was dangerous and the rumours were that he was connected to underworld. "What do you really want, Mr. Mancini? Spare me the nonsense. I want the truth. I'm tired of your games," I retorted, my voice filled with annoyance.

"I want to get to know you, Mia. There's something different about you," he replied, his expression turning serious.

"We're just not compatible, Mr. Mancini. You're making the wrong choice this time. You should reconsider your decision," I challenged him, my voice filled with conviction.

"I never regret any of my decisions, and I'm certain I'm not wrong this time either," he replied confidently.

I sat there in silence, knowing that a difficult battle lay ahead, and my heart was on the line.

Finally, the lunch came to an end, and he drove me back to my dormitory.

"Thank you for the delightful lunch, Mr. Mancini," I said politely, extending a courtesy.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mia. So I suppose I'll be seeing you around," he said, winking at me. I blushed, the realization dawning on me that Logan Mancini was flirting with me.

Chapter 442 Off To Honeymoon Alex's POV.

As I rushed through the corridors of the dimly lit hideout, I could feel the tension building up within me. The arms deal was a critical operation for my mafia gang, and my presence was crucial. Every step I took was laden with urgency, my mind focused solely on the task at

hand. My heart, however,

was a different matter entirely.

In the midst of all the chaos, my thoughts kept drifting to the private jet that my father had arranged for Sarah and me, whisking us away to Rome for our honeymoon. It was a plan I had begrudgingly accepted, initially uninterested in any romantic pursuits. But surprisingly, Sarah had managed to kindle a spark within me, and now, I found myself genuinely looking forward to this journey with her. She was a breath of fresh air, a presence that left me yearning for more.

Finally returning home after concluding the deal, I was greeted by the sight of Sarah, already prepared and packed for our trip. My heart warmed at the thoughtfulness she displayed by packing my bags as well, a gesture that spoke volumes of her care and consideration for me.

But despite my feelings for her, I couldn't shake off the turmoil from her confession the previous night. Her love for me was genuine, while my own intentions were clouded by a sense of obligation and reluctance. I didn't

want to take advantage of her affection, especially when our marriage was born out of coercion rather than a genuine connection.

Deep down, I knew that I had only agreed to this marriage under duress, purely to appease my father's wishes and uphold the family's reputation. I had never intended for it to be a serious commitment, and my ultimate goal

was to find a way to annul this union. I resented the idea of anyone binding me to a lifetime of responsibilities and expectations against my will.

I didn't want Sarah to misinterpret the situation and end up hurt once our marriage inevitably came to an end. However, deep down, I desired her. Hell, I craved her so bad.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice when we arrived at the airport. Tenderly, I took her hand and led her towards the waiting private jet. Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she gasped, instinctively covering her mouth with her free hand.

"Wow, this is incredible! I've never been on a private jet before, and it's absolutely beautiful," she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over as she jumped with joy.

I could only grin at her childlike enthusiasm. She darted inside and quickly claimed the window seat. I followed behind, purposely making my way towards her and taking a seat beside her.

"Are you excited for your first time flying in a private jet?" I asked, raising an eyebrow to convey curiosity.

She giggled before responding, her eyes brimming with adoration and happiness. "Both. I'm excited about experiencing a private jet for the first time and... going on a honeymoon with you."

Her words filled me with warmth as her gaze remained fixed on me, radiating pure joy.

I gently grasped her elbow, drawing her nearer to me. "Do you know what married couples typically do on their honeymoon?" I asked, noticing the flicker of anticipation in her eyes as she nibbled on her lower lip.

Raising my index finger, I delicately pulled her lip from between her teeth. "Allow me," I murmured, my voice filled with desire. Leaning in, I pressed my lips against hers, initiating a passionate kiss. With a gentle bite, I grazed her soft lower lip, savoring its tenderness. My tongue danced and

caressed, exploring the contours of her mouth, infusing our connection with an intoxicating fervor.

My longing intensified, and I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I became consumed with desire, pulling her onto my lap and pressing her firmly against my chest. Our mouths met once again in a fervent, passionate kiss. Her taste was divine, sweet like nectar. My tongue ventured deeper into her mouth, adding to the intensity of our union.

She melted into the kiss, responding with equal ardor, mirroring my actions. Between kisses, I couldn't help but smile, captivated by her innocence and genuine enthusiasm.

Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted our

intimate moment. It served as a subtle reminder, and I reluctantly pulled away from her embrace. I glanced over and noticed an air hostess standing nearby, her gaze awkwardly averted, as if deliberately avoiding us. My

irritation surfaced, and I scowled at her, displeased by her untimely intrusion into our blissful moment as newlyweds.

"Please, sir and ma'am, fasten your seatbelts as we are about to take off," the air hostess requested, her smile appearing slightly peculiar.

I gently lifted Sarah onto my lap before settling her back into her seat.

Assisting her, J helped fasten her seatbelt, finding solace in the fact that I was the one caring for her. As the plane soared into the air, tilting slightly upward, Sarah clutched my hand tightly, her eyes closed shut. The gesture warmed my heart,

Knowing she relied on me,

moment.

Once the aircraft stabilized in the sky, we unfastened our seatbelts.

that

Turning to face Sarah, I gazed into her eyes and asked, "Have you ever been kissed before our wedding?"

A look of horror flickered across her eyes, fear etched upon her face. "Y..yes! I never had a boyfriend," she stammered, her voice trembling.

"No, my love, you don't have to be shy. I was simply curious," I reassured her, fully directing my attention towards her.

Bowing her lashes, she looked down at her hands in her lap, nodding in response. She was embarrassed. Shit! I cursed myself for spoiling the moment.

Raising my left hand, I tenderly cupped her cheek, gently caressing her soft skin with the pad of my thumb.

"Look at me," I whispered softly, and her eyes immediately locked onto mine.

"There's nothing wrong with it. In fact, I'm glad that you're mine to kiss, only mine."

Tenderly, I pressed my lips against hers, a gentle and lingering kiss that elicited a soft moan from her as she closed her eyes. Satisfaction washed over me, knowing I had this effect on her.

Pulling away, gazed into her eyes.

"Sarah, I want to confess something.

I've never been one to believe in commitment or relationships. Yet, here we are, married and entangled in a connection I never took seriously before."

I revealed my inner thoughts, and she observed me with eyes filled with curiosity.

"But I'm genuinely willing to give this..." I gestured between us, "...a chance. Are you willing to trust me enough to give yourself to me?"

She nibbled on her lip, torn between

trusting me and perceiving me as

someone afraid of commitment. Hèr struggle was evident in her

sw novel.

expression, as if she couldn't quite decide which path to choose.

"I... I thought that being married meant we were already committed," she mumbled, her voice hesitant and uncertain.

I frowned, wishing she would voice her true feelings instead of leaving her thoughts unfinished. "Complete it, Sarah," I commanded, my voice taking on a dominant tone.

"Um... I mean, aren't we already committed since we're married to each other?" she asked, her words trailing off with hesitation.

I couldn't help but suppress a smile, marveling at her innocence. How could someone in this world be both adorable and alluring at the same time?

Leaning in, I moved tantalizingly close to her lips, stopping just an inch away.

"Yes, my love. We are indeed married. So, are you willing to give me a chance?" I whispered, my lips gently brushing against hers as I spoke.

She parted her lips, gasping softly, and closed her eyes. With a whisper so soft I could barely hear it, she replied, "Yes."

Her response was the green light I had been waiting for, and without hesitation, I captured her lips once again, kissing her with an intensity that left no doubt about my intentions.

Chapter 443 New Secretary Logan's POV.

"Can someone please tell me what's going on with the recruitment for my new secretary?" I demanded, my frustration evident in the firm tone of my voice.

As the head of a formidable Mafia organization, I led a double life, skillfully balancing the intricate web of criminal operations with my legitimate business affairs. It was a delicate dance that required precision and efficiency, and my trusted partners, Alex and Ryder, were invaluable in helping me maintain order and stability in both worlds. However, the absence of my capable secretary, who was currently on maternity leave, was posing a significant challenge.

The HR department, unfortunately, seemed to be dragging their feet in finding a suitable replacement. The role of my secretary was crucial, acting as the gatekeeper to my time and resources. With my jam-packed schedule and numerous responsibilities, I couldn't spare a moment to personally oversee the search for a competent candidate. My frustration was mounting as the days went by without a satisfactory resolution.

To exacerbate matters, the previous hires had fallen short of my expectations. After Lena, who had been a stellar secretary, the office struggled to find someone who could match her level of competence. They tried to fill her shoes with another candidate, but the poor fit led to a hasty resignation. My demanding nature and insistence on perfection made it challenging for just anyone to step into the role and manage my affairs with the required finesse.

In the interim, the administrative team had arranged a temporary solution, with a girl from their ranks handling some of the responsibilities. However, it was a makeshift arrangement, and it wasn't a sustainable solution for my complex and demanding business needs. However, being a successful businessman came with its challenges, and I required a dedicated full-time secretary to keep everything running smoothly. I needed someone capable, efficient, and loyal, someone who could seamlessly coordinate my appointments, manage my communications, and ensure the smooth functioning of my operations.

"Sir, we conducted interviews and shortlisted a few candidates. I found a girl who is most suitable for the position, but she had a condition. She requested to join after two days. I agreed, considering it better than losing a suitable candidate," Roma, my HR head, explained to me.

As Roma spoke, I couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and frustration. What an arrogant girl she must be, I thought to myself, clenching my teeth. Placing conditions before the HR of the prestigious Mancini Group as if she were doing us a favor. Any other person would have eagerly accepted the offer and joined immediately, but here was this candidate making demands.

With a forced smile, I tried to contain my irritation and asked, "And who will handle the role until she joins?"

"Maria will take care of it, just as she has been doing since Lena left," Roma replied.

A wave of exasperation washed over me, and I rolled my eyes in exasperation. Maria was nowhere near as efficient as Lena, and her handling of the role had caused nothing but chaos. My perfectly organized schedule had been disrupted, and I couldn't stand living in such disorder.

"I'm well aware of that, and it's driving me crazy," I muttered under my breath, a touch of bitterness seeping into my words.

I preferred my life to be perfectly orchestrated, every piece in its rightful place. This unexpected delay and Maria's less-than-ideal performance were pushing my patience to its limits.

"You may leave," I instructed Roma, my voice tinged with resignation.

Closing my eyes momentarily, I ran my hand through my hair, attempting to collect my thoughts. I knew I had no choice but to endure this mess until Monday when the new candidate finally decided to grace us with her presence. Patience was never my strong suit, but in this situation, it seemed I had no other option but to wait.

Suddenly, my phone began to buzz. I saw that it was Alex calling, and

instantly, my mood brightened. Only my friends could bring me joy in such a stressful situation.

I answered the call, unable to contain my grin as I spoke, "Alex, how are you doing, man?"

"All good. I'm in Rome. I was thinking you and Ryder could join me here," he replied.

"Wait, are you in Rome for your honeymoon?" I asked, curiosity piqued. "Uh... yeah," he hesitated, and I could envision him rubbing his neck.

"As far as I know, you didn't want to go on a honeymoon with your wife. What made you change your mind?" I inquired, adopting a mocking tone, well aware of who might have influenced his sudden change of heart.

"You know, Logan, how my father can be. He wouldn't spare me if I didn't obey him and come on this honeymoon," he claimed, but I sensed he was being dishonest.

"Alright, I'll believe you. So when will you be back?" I inquired, hearing a faint voice in the background calling out Alex's name. It sounded like a girl's voice. Who could she be? Was she his wife? Now that would be interesting. "Yeah, I'll be back in 10 days. I miss both of you," he replied, and I chuckled.

"It seems like you have some fascinating company, or rather, a beautiful company. You won't be missing us," I laughed again.

"Shut up, you jerk," he snapped, whispering over the phone.

"Now you're afraid to speak in front of her. Well done, buddy. Best of luck on your honeymoon," I taunted, knowing I had teased him enough. I also knew he cared for Ryder and me.

Suddenly, a name popped into my

mind: Mia. I yearned to see her again and searched for an excuse. Last time, it was challenging to persuade her to have lunch with me. This time, I needed to come up with a convincing excuse to see her more often. I wanted to know her and I wanted her to know me. There was something about her that set her apart from other girls, and it only

drew me closer.

I shook my head and sighed, remembering that I would have to manage without an official secretary until Monday.

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"Maria, why didn't you reschedule my appointment with Ronald and his group? I have a meeting at the same time with Richard's Enterprises," I scolded my temporary secretary in frustration.

"I'm sorry, boss. I'm currently working on rescheduling it. Please give me some more time," Maria replied, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead.

"Get it done as soon as possible, Maria. You don't seem to understand how important it is for my reputation," I exclaimed, slamming my palm on the desk, causing her to flinch. I was seething with rage and frustration.

"Can someone tell me when my new secretary will be joining? I was told she would be here on Monday. Why the hell hasn't she arrived yet?" I

inquired, flipping open a file to sign some documents.

"She has arrived, boss. However, she was busy completing the necessary paperwork for the HR department. Once she's done with the formalities, she'll be here to assist you," Maria responded in a trembling voice, seemingly intimidated by my anger.

"You may leave now," I stated, not bothering to lift my gaze from the file in front of me.

The door opened and closed, followed by the distinct sound of heels clicking on the floor. It pierced through my concentration, causing me to wince. "Now... what? I explicitly told you not to disturb me," I barked, still focused on my work.

"Mr. Mancini, Lam your new secretary. Mia Rossi," a voice spoke up, accompanied by the mention of a name. Startled, my eyes shot up to find a smiling Mia standing before me, her eyes filled with fear. It

dawned on me that my outburst

may have frightened her on her very

first day.

A wide grin involuntarily spread across my face. I pushed my chair back and rose to my feet, making my way around the desk to stand in front of her.

"Mia?" I called her name, almost disbelieving my own eyes. "Um, yes, Mr. Mancini?" she replied hesitantly.

"You... I mean, you're my new secretary?" I shook my head, astounded by the stroke of luck that allowed me to have her by my side all day, a woman who had occupied my thoughts every single minute.

Chapter 444 Want You In My Meal Mia's POV.

When I applied for the job and went in for the interview, I already knew it was Logan Mancini's company. Fortunately, I was chosen among the applicants. I was desperate for employment, as my family relied on me for

financial support. Recently, my father had been diagnosed with cancer, and we needed substantial funds for his treatment.

Despite being a fresh graduate without any prior experience, the Mancini group offered an excellent salary, which was a significant relief for me.

Today, I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me as I prepared to face Logan Mancini, my new boss. With a pounding heart, I mustered the courage to step into his office.

His initial demeanor startled me; it was rather rude. However, as soon as his gaze fell upon me, his expression changed, and his voice softened, carrying a gentler tone.

He rose from his seat with an air of surprise, making his way towards me. It was evident that my presence as his secretary caught him off guard. After all, I had been the one consistently ignoring his advances and attempts to connect. "Mia?" he called my name, his tone filled with disbelief as he took in the sight before him.

"Yes, Mr. Mancini?" I replied hesitantly, unsure of how he would react.

"So, you... I mean, you're my new secretary?" he asked, shaking his head and letting out a chuckle.

"Apologies if you were expecting someone else," I quipped, unable to resist mocking him, though I couldn't quite comprehend why I was playing along with him like this.

"No, this is even better than what I imagined," he replied, grinning mischievously.

Curiosity piqued, I shifted gears, adopting a more professional demeanor. "So, what are your next instructions for me?" I inquired, emphasizing my commitment to working diligently and striving to build my career.

"Just go through my schedule and help me organize each and every meeting. Maria has caused enough trouble by messing them up," Mr. Mancini instructed.

"Right away, Mr. Mancini," I replied, swiftly turning on my heel and making my way towards the door.

"It's Logan to you," he corrected me, causing me to pause and face him. "But you're my boss," I stated, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

He shook his head and sighed. "Yeah, you're right."

"May I take your leave then?" I asked him, seeking permission to proceed. He simply nodded. Turning once again, I grasped the doorknob, opened the door, and made my way back to my desk.

Switching on the computer, I noticed some files already placed on my desk, likely created by his previous secretary. Logging into the system, I discovered that his schedules were in complete disarray.

I would have to work hard to get his meetings back on track.

"Okay, Mia, time to get started." I encouraged myself, preparing to dive into the task at hand.

As the hours dragged on, the ever-growing pile of tasks on my desk seemed insurmountable. Glancing at my watch, I realized that the day had flown by, and it was already lunchtime. Yet, the sheer volume of work left me doubtful if I could accomplish everything in a single day. A weariness settled upon me, and I let out a heavy sigh, reluctantly accepting that I

would have to sacrifice my lunch break to keep plowing through my responsibilities.

Lost in this overwhelming state of mind, the sharp ring of the landline on my desk startled me. I quickly answered the call, not wanting to keep anyone

waiting. "Hello, this is Mia, Mr. Logan Mancini's secretary," I said with a touch of formality, my eyes still fixated on the computer screen.

A deep, masculine voice resonated through the receiver, causing my heart to skip a beat. It was Mr. Mancini himself. "Mia," he said, and just his calling my name sent a shiver down my spine, "It's lunch break, and yet you're still working."

I was taken aback, wondering how he knew my current situation. I glanced around the room, half-expecting to find hidden cameras or surveillance equipment.

"Mia, I have CCTV access to every corner of my office," he revealed, the amusement evident in his voice. My boss had eyes on everything, and there was no escaping his scrutiny.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I replied, "Yes, Mr. Mancini, I'm trying my best to work on your schedules and complete them today."

His tone turned serious, laced with

authority. "You don't need to work

until you exhaust yourself, Mia. Taking care of yourself is as important as taking care of your work. You need to eat and replenish your energy to work more. efficiently."

I opened my mouth to protest, to explain that the workload was simply too much, but he cut me off.

"Mia, come to my office," he ordered

firmly, leaving me no room for negotiation knew better than to defy my boss's commands, and so with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, I gathered my things and made my way to Mr. Mancini's office. What could he possibly want

to discuss during my precious lunch

break?

I saved the file on the computer, logged out, and grabbed a notepad and pen. With them in hand, I made my way towards Mr. Mancini's office.

Knocking on the door, I entered to find him leaning against his desk, hands tucked in his pockets, gazing towards the door as if he had been waiting for me. As I walked in, he straightened up and picked up his jacket. "Let's go," he stated simply.

Caught off guard, I stammered, "Uh, where... I mean, do you have some meetings scheduled? I couldn't find any in your calendar."

His response was unexpectedly light, "No, we're going for lunch."

Confusion swirled in my mind as I tried to comprehend the situation. "But Mr. Mancini, I have so much work left on my desk. It wouldn't be ethical for me to go to lunch with you. You're my boss," I protested, feeling a sense of duty towards my responsibilities.

His demeanor remained composed as he replied, "Why can't I have lunch with my secretary? There's nothing wrong with it."

While his words may have sounded innocent, I couldn't shake the uneasiness within me. I mustered the courage to voice my concerns, my skepticism evident in my tone. "Do you have lunch with every single secretary you've had?"

He paused, his voice taking on a low and deep tone as he responded, "No, but you're an exception, Mia, and you're well aware of that."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me feeling vulnerable and uncertain. I bit my lip, unable to contain my worries. "I don't want people spreading gossip about us."

He leaned in closer, the captivating scent of his cologne enveloping me as I felt his warmth despite him standing just a step away. His gaze bore into mine with intensity as he spoke firmly, "This is my company, Mia. Anyone

who dares to gossip about their boss risks losing their job. And I'm the boss here-the one who sets the rules."

"But Mr. Mancini..." I began to protest, but his proximity disrupted my train of thought. His cologne tantalized my senses, and his presence seemed to fill the space between us.

"Come on, Mia. Do I need to work hard to convince you every time?" he complained, his expression furrowed. I shook my head, unable to resist his persuasion.

"What would you like to eat, Mr. Mancini? Shall I make a reservation at your favorite restaurant?" I inquired, slipping back into my role as his secretary.

Drawing nearer, his voice dropped even lower. "As much as I desire to have you as my feast, I'll settle for something Italian."

My mouth fell open, my jaw dropping to the ground in utter disbelief.

Chapter 445 Lunch With My Boss

Logan's

POV.

Mia and I opted to go to the nearest restaurant. I instructed my driver to

leave, choosing to drive my own car instead. As we arrived, I opened the passenger seat for her, and she gracefully stepped inside. Taking my place behind the wheel, I ignited the engine and steered us towards the restaurant.

After a short drive, we arrived at a renowned Italian restaurant. It turned out that Mia had booked a table here, knowing it to be my favorite.

Exiting the car, I circled around to the passenger side, holding the door open for her. Extending my hand, I silently urged her to take it.

I was well aware of the charm my gentlemanly gestures possessed, and Mia was no exception. The rosy hue on her cheeks served as undeniable proof that she appreciated the gesture. Firmly holding her hand, despite her subtle attempt to pull away, we entered the restaurant together, hand in hand.

Fortunately, we had a table reserved, and the waiter promptly led us to our designated spot. Pulling out a chair for her, I patiently waited for Mia to take her seat.

"Mr. Mancini, you don't have to do that," she protested.

"It's Logan to you when we're not in my office," I interjected, grinning mischievously.

"But..." she began, her words trailing off as the waiter arrived to take our order.

Taking the lead, I confidently ordered all of Mia's favorite dishes, a playful glint in my eyes as I anticipated her reaction. Confusion flickered across her face, and she couldn't help but question, "Are these really my favorite foods?"

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as I revealed my secret, "Don't be surprised, Mia. I know these are your favorites, which is why I ordered them."

Her hand flew to her mouth, and she gasped, clearly taken aback. "But how did you know?"

I chuckled, enjoying the intrigue that danced in her eyes. My voice carried a hint of mystery as I replied, "I have my ways."

Her curiosity brimming, she couldn't hold back her question, blurting out, "What are you trying to do? Are you attempting to impress me?"

I raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, feigning indifference. "Why would I?"

Drawing her in with a whisper, I let my words hang in the air, laced with suggestion, "...and if I were... I'd take you home and impress you in my bed."

Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, and she was momentarily speechless, her reaction further fueling my amusement. Before she could regain her composure, the waiter arrived with our order, providing a timely interruption to our charged conversation. Mia quickly looked away, trying to conceal her embarrassment, not wanting the waiter to notice her blushing cheeks.

Finding her reaction endearing, I couldn't resist teasing her further. "So, how's the food?" I inquired, genuinely interested in her opinion. There was

something about Mia that captivated me, and I yearned to unravel the layers of her personality.

"It's delicious, and thank you for this delightful treat," she replied politely, her demeanor slightly formal but her gratitude shining through. I admired her spirited nature.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I responded, studying her as she continued to blush. This side of her was new and intriguing, and I found myself wanting to explore it further.

Seizing the opportunity, I took it upon myself to serve some pasta onto her plate, a gesture of intimacy that made her protest once again, "Mr. Mancini, you don't have to do that."

I corrected her with a playful tone, "First of all, it's Logan to you, and secondly, I possess a sense of decorum, my lady," serving some pasta onto my own plate as well.

An enchanting silence enveloped us

as we savored our meal. I couldn't help but notice how she relished each bite her delight evident in her expressions. It was a rare sight to witness Mia without her usual assertiveness, and I couldn't deny that I found this softer side of her captivating.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some sauce lingering at the corner of her lips. A temptation rose within me, compelling me to lick it clean.

Extending my hand, I delicately wiped the sauce away with my thumb. Her startled reaction brought a smirk to my face.

I casually put my thumb in my mouth and licked it clean, all the while maintaining eye contact with her. I observed as her jaw dropped, her face turning a shade of pink. She gasped and lowered her eyelashes. "Hmmm... The sauce is even more delicious than the pasta," I commented, amused by her reaction.

She took a few more bites before setting her fork down. "I'm done, Mr... I mean, Logan. Can we leave if you're finished too? Lunchtime is almost over," she hesitantly suggested.

"I'm the boss, remember? I can make and change the rules. You don't need to worry about the time," I responded smugly.

"Alright. So the rules are different for bosses and employees. It's unfair, and I'd prefer to be back on time. If you don't have anything else to do, can we go back to the office?" she retorted, her feistiness returning.

"Mia, it's not my fault that I own the company," I raised an eyebrow, attempting to defend my position.

"Absolutely not. But just because you own a company doesn't mean you can show favoritism towards your employees," she shot back. She was right, and her words stung. Couldn't she desire to spend more time with me? I sighed and signaled the waiter to bring the bill.

After settling the bill, we left the

restaurant and returned to the

office. I headed straight to my office, while Mia went back to her desk. I had a plethora of contacts and files to review and sign. Mia was coordinating with me regarding my schedule and other arrangements. She proved to be quite adept at her work, and I was pleased that my HR department found such a deserving candidate.

A knock on my office door interrupted my concentration, and Roma, my head of HR, entered.

"Sir, the Mancini Group's annual day is coming up next week. I've planned the event and finalized the budget. If you could please take a look and approve it," she requested.

"Ah, right! The annual day is approaching. How could I forget? If you've made the plans, that would be wonderful. You're one of the best employees, Roma. I trust you. Show me where I need to sign," I requested, and she handed me some papers, which I promptly signed. Even as I went through the motions, my mind was consumed by thoughts of Mia. With the upcoming annual celebration, I had devised my own scheme to ensnare her, ensuring she couldn't escape this time.

I craved her presence at any cost. I was determined to have her, using any means necessary. She had become my passion, my obsession.

"Um... Roma?" I called out as she was about to leave my office. "Yes, sir?" she paused and turned to face me.

"I was thinking, let's plan this year's

annual celebration outdoors. Arrange everything and book an

entire resort. Organize various

events and sports, and choose

exotic location. I believe our employees deserve a break and some pampering. What do you think?" I proposed, suggesting an outdoor celebration.

"That sounds fantastic. I can handle it. I'll create a plan and bring it to you by tomorrow," she responded, grinning.

"Perfect. You may go now," I dismissed her, and she left my office. Oh, Mia, how could you resist succumbing to my charm?

Chapter 446 Love Making Sarah's POV.

As I stood alone in our luxurious hotel room, the grandeur of the surroundings seemed to amplify the solitude I felt. The room exuded opulence, adorned with soft, silk drapes and elegant furnishings. The view from the large window showcased a breathtaking panorama of the city's skyline, but my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Alex.

Alex had left me to attend an important conference meeting. It wasn't surprising, given his relentless work ethic, but it left me pondering how he managed to balance his professional life with his reputation as a playboy. It was an intriguing paradox, one that intrigued and fascinated me about this enigmatic man.

I found myself lost in contemplation, trying to fathom the depth of his dedication to his work. It was undeniable that his unwavering passion and unyielding drive were the cornerstones of his remarkable achievements at such a young age. I admired his success, yet a part of me yearned for more of his attention.

As I wandered around the room, my fingertips grazed the plush fabric of the king-sized bed, and I couldn't help but reminisce about our wedding night.

The anticipation of our passionate embrace brought a shy smile to my lips. Little did I know then that amidst my belongings lay a delicate pink babydoll dress-a surprise I had planned for one of those intimate moments. Yet, here I stood, untouched and still a virgin, just as I had been on the first day of our marriage.

Feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty, I held the dress in my hands, marveling at its delicate lace and satin ribbons. It was meant to be a secret, a way to add a touch of surprise and playfulness to our honeymoon. But now, in the absence of Alex, it felt like a silent reminder of our newfound responsibilities.

Taking the dress with me, I entered the bathroom. Adding a few drops of exotic fragrance oil, I indulged in a luxurious hour-long soak in the bathtub. Emerging from the water, I slipped into the pink babydoll dress and applied a light touch of makeup. I curled the ends of my hair and left it cascading

loosely around my shoulders. A layer of milk cream body lotion enveloped my skin, enhancing its baby-like softness and imparting a radiant glow. As I admired my reflection in the mirror, anticipation mounted, knowing Alex

would soon lay eyes on me. I was certain he wouldn't be able to resist me tonight.

My desire to consummate our marriage tonight was overwhelming. I couldn't bear to wait any longer. As the door opened, Alex entered the room and his gaze swept over me, taking in every inch of my being. The

jacket he was holding slipped from his grasp, hitting the floor, as his mouth fell agape and his eyes filled with a primal longing. It brought a smile to my face, knowing that he was affected by my presence. Alex Hamilton, taken aback by my allure. I should have been thrilled, but as he advanced towards me, my mind went blank, leaving me numb and unable to think clearly.

******** Alex POV.

As soon as we landed at our honeymoon destination and stepped foot in our hotel, the urgency of business beckoned, interrupting the romantic escapade that was meant to be our blissful retreat. Despite the enchanting surroundings, duty called, and I found myself plunged into an urgent conference call. The demands of my business couldn't be ignored, even amidst the paradise we had chosen for our special time together. Grateful

for the capable staff back at the office, I knew they could handle the unfinished deals I had left behind. Yet, this particular call held immense significance as the clients specifically wanted to converse with me directly. The hours seemed to stretch on endlessly, demanding my full and undivided attention.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the conference call concluded, and I made my way back to our room, eager to embrace my beloved Sarah once again. Little did I know that the sight awaiting me would be nothing short of breathtaking. There she stood, a vision of pure allure, adorned in a mesmerizing pink mini dress that perfectly complemented her enticing beauty. The mere sight of her left me momentarily breathless, and a rush of love and desire surged through my veins. She exuded an irresistible aura of elegance, sophistication, and a captivating sexiness that stirred a

whirlwind of emotions deep within me.

Approaching her slowly, I pulled her gently into my embrace, cherishing the warmth and closeness we shared. My gaze couldn't help but roam from her head to her heels, pausing at her enchanting face that held my interest captive. "So, you got ready for me, princess. What do you desire?" I inquired, a hint of anticipation and adoration lacing my voice.

Her cheeks flushed with a deep hue of red as she looked up at me with those bewitching blue eyes that sparkled with desire. She seemed almost shy, yet the fire in her eyes betrayed her true intentions.

Her lips parted, and in a soft, breathless voice, she uttered, "I want you,

Alex," sending a warning down my cock. It was a simple declaration, but it carried a profound and unmistakable message.

As I held her in my arms, the intensity of the situation grew, the heat emanating from her body engulfing me, making it increasingly difficult to maintain control. I battled against the desire that burned inside me.

She moaned my name, capturing my complete attention, and rubbed her face against my chest.

Fuck. A surge of electricity shot through me, my body responding with a twitch in my pants.

If this seductive temptress continued to press herself against me, I doubted I would be able to survive the night.

Her hand stealthily slipped under my shirt, seeking contact with my skin, yearning to touch me. With closed eyes, she continued to caress, granting me pleasure through her sensual touch. Yet, I desired her hands to explore other areas.

I shut my eyes, relishing the

moment. Sensations flooded over

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me as her soft lips trailed along my neck, leaving a trail of delicate kisses that climbed towards chingroaned, my eyes still sealed shut. My hold on her tightened, nearly bruising her skin in the grip of my desire.

Fuck!

Her hand ventured southward, moving towards my pants, her fingers teasing the buckle of my belt.

When did my sweet, innocent wife transform into a seductress? My hand instinctively reached out to hold her hand that was eager to slip inside my pants, and I pulled her hand out. "Stop, Sarah," I pleaded, my voice strained. "Don't go there. If you do, I

won't be able to control myself." The frustration and desire coiled within me, making it difficult to resist her allure.

"I don't want to stop, Alex," she whispered shyly, her voice filled with a mix of innocence and mischief. Damn it. She was making it nearly impossible for me to maintain my composure.

In an attempt to regain control, I

swiftly flipped her over and placed her gently back on the bed. She lay beneath me, her body arching in, response. I clasped her hand firmly, holding it above her head. A low moan escaped her lips, further fueling the fire burning inside me.

"If you continue to touch me like this, baby," I warned, my voice husky with desire, "I'll have to tie your hands." Lust clouded my vision, and my breaths came out in ragged gasps. The temptress lying beneath me weakened my resolve. I wanted to have a serious conversation about our relationship before indulging in anything intimate, but she left me with no choice.

I wouldn't be able to hold myself from fucking her sweet cunt and making her mine if she kept throwing herself in my arms.

Chapter 447 Slow Burn Alex POV. Fuck!

My body tensed as I struggled to regain control of my thoughts and desires. Her touch and seductive demeanor had an overwhelming effect on me, making it difficult to focus on anything else. I had intended to discuss the

wedding arrangements with her, emphasizing that this marriage would lack any expectations or commitments from my side. However, she appeared before me in a tantalizing dress, openly expressing her desire for me, further complicating matters.

From the very first day, I had desired her intensely. Now, on our honeymoon in our lavish suite, the temptation was unbearable. Why was I hesitating? I pondered for a moment, contemplating the best course of action. But as I gazed into her eyes, my attention fixated on her inviting lips. The urge to kiss her overwhelmed me, and in that moment, all rationality escaped me. I pressed my lips against hers, igniting a fire within me, obliterating any lingering doubts.

Now, there was no turning back. I yearned to possess her completely, with a burning passion that consumed my every thought. Her breathing grew heavy, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. Her once-blue eyes now transformed into a darker shade, radiating lust. Giving her one final chance to reconsider, I whispered in a low, dangerous tone, "Are you absolutely sure, baby girl? Once I begin, there will be no going back."

Regrettably, it was already too late for me to retreat. I was compelled to move forward, to embrace the intoxicating desires that enveloped us both.

"Yes," she murmured, her lips gently brushing against mine.

I felt a surge of my approval escape my lips in a single, guttural word. "Fuck!"

Succumbing to the overwhelming desire, I pressed my mouth against hers with an urgency that consumed us both. The intensity of our kiss was electrifying, as if we were trying to devour each other.

In my haste, I firmly grasped the edge of her dress and swiftly removed it, revealing her body to the cool embrace of the air-conditioned room. A gasp escaped her lips, the sensation of the chilled air caressing her warm skin. My hands ventured around her, skillfully finding their way to her back,

where I deftly unhooked her red, semi-transparent tube bra. Impatiently, I discarded it, unable to contain my eagerness.

"You're absolutely stunning, babydoll," I groaned, my voice heavy with desire.

The tips of my fingers glided gently over the curves of her breasts, eliciting a soft moan from her parted lips. With deliberate slowness, I traced a tantalizing path across her flat abdomen, savoring each moment of exploration.

Stepping back slightly, I allowed my gaze to linger on her naked form for a fleeting moment. She stood before me, clad only in red lace panties, her beauty captivating me. I couldn't help but marvel at my incredible fortune to have her by my side.

My large hand closed around the soft, roundness of her breast, and I savored the sensation. A greedy longing possessed me, and my tongue darted out to caress her tender, pink bud.

The impact of my actions was immediate. She arched her back, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. I captured her nipple with my lips, causing her hands to instinctively grip my hair. Fuck.

She was undeniably the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes upon.

The moment my mouth found her soft nipple, I groaned at her taste. I sucked it in my mouth and rolled her another soft nipple between my fingers. I felt like a teenage virgin boy. I was never so excited in my whole life. My cock twitched, swelling beneath my boxers straining the zipper of my pants. As her hands grabbed onto my hair, a sharp pain shot through my scalp, but it was overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure I felt.

I pulled back slightly, gazing at her lips that were now slightly parted. Her eyes were half-closed, and her breath came out in shaky bursts. With a gentle touch, I traced my finger along her cheeks and brushed my thumb against her soft, pink lips. "Don't worry, love," I reassured her, wanting to make sure she understood. "I'll never hurt you. Just let me know if you want me to stop." I waited for her response, and she inhaled sharply before whispering the word "Yes."

"Good, babydoll," I said with a smirk,

my hands gliding from her arms towards her armpits and then trailed down, grabbing her breasts. The touch made her gasp aloud, and covered her mouth with mine once again, rolling another sensitive bud between my fingers. She shivered and let out a moan of pleasure.

"Oh, God," she uttered.

I continued to speak, my mouth still on hers. "Say my name, Sarah."

She arched her body, pressing herself closer to me, and rewarded me by moaning my name in a blissful ecstasy.

"Uh... Alex..."

I took my time with her nipple, running my tongue over it soothingly rolling it around the affected area to ease the pain after my teeth had tortured it by biting and tugging those soft nubs. I sucked on it, causing it to swell and turn red. Stepping back slightly, I admired my handiwork before moving on to her other nipple. She moaned with pleasure, writhing beneath me and tossing her head from side to side.

By the time I finished, both nipples had become swollen and red, just the

way I liked it. I crawled up towards her face and whispered against her lips.

"I am going to taste your cunt. Do you want me to stop, my love? Just say the word, okay," I murmured, my fingers trailing gently along her skin. She shivered and bit her lip hard, gripping the bedsheet with her fists.

I kissed her lips, exploring the

corners of her mouth and trailing down to her cheeks. Dragging my lips along her neck, I sucked and nipped at the tender skin, leaving

she

behinda mark that would show.

was mine. Moving up slightly, I observed a red love bite forming, which pleased and satisfied me.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her red lace panties, I slowly crawled down her body. With each movement, I dragged her panties along, eventually removing them and tossing them aside in the room.

Grasping her soft thighs, my fingers sank into her velvety skin as I gently spread them apart. Bending down, I traced my tongue from her knees to her inner thigh, continuing towards her intimate area. Her body trembled, and she started thrashing about, moaning uncontrollably. She had become

a delightful mess, and I was taking control of the situation. She wouldn't be able to forget her first time. I would make it so good for her.

Chapter 448 Consummate The Marriage Alex POV.

I gently placed a hand on her waist, providing support as she settled onto the bed.

I moistened my lips before delicately kissing the softness between her thighs. As I explored her with my tongue, she let out a passionate moan, her voice filled with pleasure. Carefully, I blew a soft breath against her sensitive bud, eliciting a shiver and another moan. My lips tenderly grazed her, teasing her with anticipation.

Slowly, I savored her essence, tracing my tongue along her moist folds. The taste and sensation intoxicated me, leaving me yearning for more. I continued to pleasure her, ensuring each stroke of my tongue brought her closer to ecstasy.

Driven by desire, I decided to explore further, so I gently inserted my tongue into her tight opening. She quivered around my tongue, granting me deeper access, allowing me to delve into her most intimate depths.

Feeling her desire intensify, I switched my attention to my finger. With a gentle touch, I traced circles around her tight opening, gradually slipping it inside, exploring her depths with care.

"Oh God! I can't take it," she screamed, causing me to pull away and gaze at her face. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes were glistening with tears.

"Do you want me to stop, baby?" I asked, although deep down I didn't want to. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing heavily. When she didn't respond, I asked again, my heart pounding. "Tell me, my love. Do you want me to stop?" The plea in my voice was almost unbearable.

"No," she moaned, and without wasting a moment, I returned to bury my face between her legs, my mouth hungry and my fingers slipping into her wet, tight entrance.

Gently, I inserted another finger, and she trembled violently, gripping my fingers tightly. I knew she was on the brink.

I increased the pace, thrusting my fingers harder and faster, while my tongue and lips continued their intricate dance around her sensitive nub.

Her moans grew louder, filling the room as she writhed on the bed, completely lost in pleasure.

I was certain that her cries had echoed beyond our room, reaching the ears of every guest on the entire floor.

I caressed her clitoris with firm strokes and applied gentle suction. She gasped, her body convulsing as she reached climax. Her legs quivered, and her back arched in pleasure. The intensity of her release overwhelmed me as I continued to pleasure her with my mouth, savoring every drop of her essence. Her taste was intoxicating, and I found myself becoming addicted to the deliciousness of her body.

Gradually, her body relaxed, and I positioned myself above her, showering her with passionate kisses. Our tongues intertwined as I held her soft form in my arms, her moans resonating in my mouth. With her naked body

writhing beneath me, her breasts pressed against my chest, and she eagerly rubbed herself against my hardening dick. Sensing her arousal, I

stepped back and swiftly removed my clothes, exposing my erection to her hungry gaze. Her eyes, half-lidded, fixated on my member, and she unconsciously moistened her lips in anticipation.

"You are so big. I doubt I can take you all in," my wife whispered in her shaky voice.

I slowly hovered over her again and leaned closer to her face.

"Are you scared, baby?" I asked, my lips brushing against hers as I spoke. She took a breath and bit her lips. I gently licked her lips.

"Don't worry, I'll go slow and gentle," I said before taking her intoxicating lips into a deep kiss.

I held my erection and stroked it two - three times before lining it on her hot centre. I rubbed the swollen head on her wetness and she moaned in my mouth, arching herself. She lifted her hips desperately. I chuckled at her impatience.

I pushed my cock inside her tight hole and started sinking into her inch by inch. She cried and squeezed her eyes.

"Bear with it, baby. It will go away after a few minutes, and you will only feel the pleasure that I'll give you," I whispered against her mouth and covered her lips once again with mine in a passionate kiss.

I was also dying, holding myself back, fucking her hard and deep. I slowly proceeded inside her, thrusting slowly in and out and feeling her stretching to accommodate my thickness.

I felt her hymen and pulled out.

"Baby, it's going to hurt a little.

Please bear with it," I said and thrust

in with force, breaking her hymen

and entering deep inside her. She t

her

cried aloud, tears spilling from, eyes. She gripped my shoulder so tightly that her nails sank into my skin, causing blood to ooze from the wounds. I softly

wiped her tears and kissed her eyes, trying to remain still inside her until

she adjusted to my size.

Damn, she was so tight. It was almost killing me not to move and release inside her.

I felt her body begin to relax, and she moved her hips. That was my cue. I started rolling my hips and thrusting inside her. Soon her moans turned into sounds of pleasure, and she screamed my name.

"Oh God, Alex... Yes... Ah... Uh... More... Harder..."

"Yes, baby... Uh... Take it... Take all of me," I groaned as my thrusts became faster and more urgent. Her hips moved in sync, matching my movements.

I felt her muscles squeezing me. She was on the edge, about to orgasm again..

"Yes, baby... That's right... Cum for me, love," I groaned, and she cried out, squirting on my dick and squeezing me hard.

Her body shivered, and I held her

nover

tight, slowly pumping into her. When my wife came down from her orgasm, I started moving faster and harder. I thrust into her hot and soft core, deep and good. She moaned my name, and I was happy to see her writhing under me and screaming my name in pleasure. I had never felt anything like this. I had never cared about anybody but myself, but today I wanted to please her more than thinking about my own pleasure. I wanted to make this so good for her that she

wouldn't be able to forget our first time.

I leaned down and kissed her neck, nipping and biting the soft skin, giving her love bites, marking her as mine. She was mine. I felt pressure building in me. My balls tightened, and exploded my semen inside her. I had never come so hard in my life. But everything was different. She was different.

I kept thrusting and rolling my hips until the last drop of my cum spilled into her womb. I bent down and kissed her senseless. We remained there, kissing each other and connected, as I was still inside her. I moved up and pulled my cock out. Shit. How could I do that? I had never lost my mind like this.

Then why did I forget to use a condom and come directly into her fertile womb?

Chapter 449 She Can't Resist Me Logan's POV.

We had made reservations at a picturesque wildlife resort, the perfect setting to host our company's annual function. Anticipation filled the air as every employee eagerly looked forward to the delightful stay and exquisite meals that awaited them.

However, despite the joyous atmosphere, Mia remained distant and maintained her professional demeanor. It was clear that she was purposely keeping her interactions with me limited, which only fueled my desire to make her feel the undeniable connection between us. I yearned for the moment when my carefully laid plans would come to fruition, leaving her unable to resist my charm any longer.

As the first day at the resort unfolded, we arranged a captivating bonfire event accompanied by live music. The entire gathering was invited to participate in playing music and singing, and I couldn't help but notice the

incredible talents that hid within our office-singers, musicians, and guitarists who were eager to showcase their skills.

To enhance the ambiance of the evening, a delectable live barbecue was organized, allowing everyone to relish their dinner amidst the enchanting openness of the surroundings. Laughter and conversation filled the air, with colleagues thoroughly enjoying the occasion. However, my attention was solely fixed on Mia. I observed her every movement, closely following her

interactions with some male colleagues from the office who attempted to approach her. Yet, with grace and kindness, she politely brushed them off.

Moments later, Mia excused herself and started walking towards the nearby forest. The prospect of having a chance to be alone with her was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Deciding to seize the opportunity, I discreetly trailed behind her, keeping a respectful distance to avoid intruding on her solitude.

After parting ways with the crowd, I quickened my pace, taking long strides to catch up to her. As I reached her, I gently grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to me. The impact of her soft body against my solid frame startled her.

"Mr. Mancini, what are you doing? You scared me," she exclaimed, her hand instinctively placed on her chest in an attempt to calm her racing heart.

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you. What are you doing in this dark forest? You know it could be dangerous for a beautiful girl to walk alone here," I responded, wrapping an arm around her waist. The moonlight filtered through the tall trees, casting an ethereal glow upon us, revealing a slight blush on her cheeks.

"So, you came here to protect me?" she challenged, her feisty spirit reawakening.

"Of course, I am your knight in shining armor," I retorted playfully, a teasing grin forming on my lips.

"Yeah? And who will save me from you?" she countered with a hint of mischief in her voice.

"Why would you want to be saved from me when your own body longs to surrender?" I whispered, leaning closer to her face. The warmth of her breath against my skin ignited a passionate desire within me.

Unable to bear any more distance between us, I pressed her closer, our bodies melding together, and captured her lips in a fervent kiss. Time seemed to stand still as I poured my longing into that singular moment. When I finally pulled away, she was left breathless, her chest heaving with desire.

"Come with me," I urged, gently tugging her along towards my room, an invitation she couldn't resist.

As soon as we entered my room, I

gently closed the door behind us and pressed her against the wall. Looking into her captivating blue eyes, I placed my hand on the back of her neck, carefully entwining my fingers in her hair, tilting her head slightly to bring our lips together. Our kiss was filled with an intense passion as I nibbled and sucked on her lips, causing her to let out soft gasps of pleasure.

As her mouth opened, I eagerly slipped my tongue inside, exploring every corner of her sweet mouth. In response to the escalating desire, she

instinctively threaded her fingers through my hair, gently tugging at it, while her other hand clutched my white shirt, drawing me closer as she reciprocated the fervor of our kiss.

After what felt like an eternity of blissful connection, we reluctantly pulled away, our chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath. Still panting, I was the first to speak, my voice laced with longing.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," I confessed, my lips brushing against her neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses. "You have no idea, babe, what I've been yearning to do with you."

Moved by her touch, I felt a slight pull on my hair, prompting me to meet her gaze. She bit her lip and spoke, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "I'm scared, afraid that you might spoil me."

Her words stung, as I could never fathom doing anything to harm her. With a gentle reassurance, I replied, "I could never do that, love."

Deeply hurt that she harbored such doubts, I longed to show her my true intentions - to cherish and adore every inch of her beautiful body.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and my eyes darkened upon hearing her words. I was determined to show her my desire. Lifting her in my arms, bridal style, I gently laid her down on the bed.

Leaning over, unfastened her jeans

and carefully slid them down her legs. After placing her back on the bed, I delicately peeled her top down, exposing her shoulder. I kissed her shoulder blades and trailed my lips downward, caressing her round, full breasts and torturing her nipples with nips and bites.

Her moans filled the room, transforming her into a delightful mess and driving me to the brink of madness. I sucked hard on one

breast while kneading the other net

savoring her responses. Gradually, my free hand ventured into her

panties, exploring her smooth, wet vagina.

 

Chapter 450 She Can't Resist Me

"You're so wet, baby," I whispered in her ear, "so ready for me." Her head jerked back in response to the intense sensations I was bestowing upon her. With a newfound sense of urgency, she raised herself on the bed, swiftly removing my shirt and fumbling with the buckle of my belt. I chuckled at her impatience.

Taking control, I assisted her in removing my jeans, freeing ourselves from our confines. Once we were both gloriously naked, she pushed me onto the bed and firmly grasped my manhood, stroking me, driving me to painful hardness. I lifted her slightly, guiding her to straddle me, her warmth

enveloping my rock-hard erection. In unison, we both arched our heads back, reveling in the ecstasy of our union.

The connection we shared was immeasurably intense, binding us together in a powerful moment of passion.

Staring deeply into her eyes, I firmly grasped her hip, my voice lowering to a whisper, "What is it that you desire, babe?" I couldn't believe how husky my voice sounded.

"I want you," she moaned in response, her voice filled with longing. "You have me, sweetheart," I playfully teased, savoring the moment.

"But I want more..." she screamed, her plea echoing through the room.

Without warning, I thrust myself inside her with force, eliciting the reaction I craved to hear. I needed her to yearn for me as intensely as I craved her.

She began moaning in ecstasy, the pleasure overtaking her senses.

"Do you enjoy that?" I inquired, drawing her closer as I brushed my lips against her nipples.

"Yes..." she screamed in response, her voice filled with pleasure.

"Ahhhh... give me more," she moaned, and I granted her wish by thrusting harder. "God, Mia... you're driving me crazy," I groaned between each powerful thrust. Her body moved rhythmically in sync with mine, allowing me to penetrate deeper.

"You're so incredibly hot. I want to make love to you passionately all night long," I murmured, punctuating my words with each thrust. My dirty talk only intensified her arousal, leaving her dripping with desire.

Soon, the intensity reached its peak. She climaxed forcefully, screaming my name, while I, too, released myself inside her.

Collapsing onto me, she lay motionless, resting her head on my chest, her hand encircling my torso.

I enveloped her in my embrace, unwilling to let her go, cherishing the intimate connection we shared.

After lying in bed together for a while, basking in the comforting warmth we shared, she lifted her gaze towards me, and I found

myself already captivated by ho net

eyes Returning her gaze with a

smile, I gently caressed her cheeks, cherishing the softness beneath my fingertips.

"Are you alright, baby girl?" I asked, genuine concern filling my voice. "I'm sorry if I was too rough, but... I couldn't contain myself."

"You did nothing that I didn't ask for," she replied bashfully, her swollen lips betraying the intensity of our passionate encounter.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I leaned in and kissed the top of her head, still feeling the connection between us as I remained inside her, my dick rising and becoming hard again. Before I fucked her again, she gracefully slid off my lap and began retrieving her scattered clothes, quickly dressing herself.

However, as she moved towards the room's exit, I reached out and gently caught her arm, halting her steps.

"Stay with me tonight," I proposed, my voice laced with a mixture of longing and sincerity.

A look of surprise washed over her face, her concern for others creeping back into her thoughts. This aspect of her personality always managed to ignite a flicker of annoyance within me. "But... what will people think?" she voiced her apprehension, her worries lingering.

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I don't care about people's opinions," I replied firmly, my frustration evident. "All I want is to have you here with me tonight."

With those words, I pulled her back

into the bed, wrapping her in my

arms, allowing her to feel the strength of my embrace. She didn't resist; instead, she surrendered herself willingly to our connection, accepting the invitation to remain in my comforting presence