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Jake Michaels is arrogant, cocky, brilliant, and thirsty for revenge. Nobody at his company knows who he really is or what he really wants.
But Jake has plans, big ones that will destroy an empire and anyone who gets in his way.
Like his boss’s sexy and deviant daughter.
Dirty Revenge © 2017 by Kristen Luciani
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Chapter One
JAKE
Long, blonde hair cascades down her back in thick waves that bounce as she saunters from one end of the conference room to the other. Her short black skirt is stretched tightly around a perfect plump ass that swings with each step. But I’m fixated on her mouth. I watch her deep, red lips move. They’re forming words, not that I give a shit what she’s saying. I’d prefer it if she couldn’t speak because her mouth was full of my cock, her shiny lips clamped around it, sucking, pulling, and tugging like her life’s goal was to make me come.
She tosses her hair over her shoulder and turns toward a whiteboard, pointing an erasable marker at a list of bullet points, continuing her diatribe. My cock twitches as she walks to the other side of the conference room table and points to a stack of folders.
She has their attention, but not because of what she’s saying. Yes, she’s smart, and yes, she works her tight little ass off, and yes, her father is one of the principals of this hedge fund. But that’s not why she’s the shining star of this year’s intern class.
I wait until she creeps toward me, the muscles in her calves flexing with each step she takes, until she is standing directly in front of me. She leans forward, giving me a glimpse of the luscious tits under her shirt.
“Do you have any questions for me, Mr. Michaels?” Her full pink lips are less than an inch from mine, and her sweet jellybean flavored breath is such a stark contrast to the not-so-innocent demeanor I see when nobody else is watching. Sometimes I think she does it on purpose, sliding her ass against me when we’re crammed tightly into a full elevator, or bending over just enough so I can see a hint of what lies underneath those short skirts that have no place in this firm. Even giving me that fuck-me-now-smile that never ceases to make my dick hard, no matter who’s sharing a conference room with us, including dear old Dad.
“Yes, I do have a question.” I grab her by the waist and pull her into my lap. “Do you want my hard cock in that tight pussy or should I put it in your ass while I fuck you with that vibrator you love so much?”
She slides her skirt up to her waist and rotates her hips over my dick. It strains against my pants, ready to tear through the fabric. She grabs one of my hands and pushes it against her damp panties. “I’m so wet for you already, Mr. Michaels. Fuck my pussy. Right here. Right now.” Her hands fumble with my belt buckle and my cock springs to life.
I lift her up, positioning her against the conference room table. Her legs fall open and she plunges two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. “Ohh, yes.” Her head rolls backward as she pumps those fingers deeper. After a few agonizing seconds of watching her writhe against the table, she pulls out her fingers and holds them to my lips. I open my mouth and suck on them, her taste lingering on my tongue. “Are you ready for me, Mr. Michaels? Do you want to fuck me now, in front of these nimrods? Show them all how you make me scream, how you make me come, over and over when we’re working late?”
I fist her hair and plunge into her heat, thrusting into her with everything I have. Her perfume drives me fucking wild and I bury my head in her neck, breathing her in, letting her scent fuel my movements. Her walls clamp around my cock, so tight, so slick, so fucking good.
“Jake, do you have any thoughts about how we can get more investors to buy into this new fund?”
I look over at Thomas, the head of research, and allow my lips to curl upward.
“Yeah, re-evaluate all the stocks your team picked, dump all of the shitty performing ones, and I guarantee we’ll get more bites from investors.”
Thomas rolls his eyes. “Asshole,” he mutters under his breath.
I shrug. “You asked my opinion. But we have a room full of brilliant minds right here. Your analysts obviously couldn’t find the right mix. Maybe these guys have some ideas we can implement.”
The interns exchange nervous glances when I point to them. They should. I’m the Chief Operating Officer of this firm, and I can crush them like fucking cockroaches if they so much as drop a pen at my feet. A wrong answer is pretty much grounds for torture…and then termination.
I turn my attention to her. I ignore the smooth column of her neck, the one I want to sink my teeth into as I fuck her into oblivion. I ignore the way her too-tight blouse stretches across her tits. And I ignore her cherry red lips that form a smug smirk, challenging me, taunting me, daring me to pose the question to her.
I stare into her bright blue eyes, searching for something, anything, that will warn me to keep away from her, to take my crazed obsession elsewhere, to fuck some other intern who’d readily open her legs. Preferably, one who’ll willingly give herself to me so I can piece myself back together, at least temporarily.
Because it’s always only temporary.
But that’s not what I really want. I want what I can’t have, what somebody else has. I want Jenna.
And her sultry gaze isn’t telling me no.
Or maybe that’s what I want to believe.
Thoughts of Jenna Minton haunt me at night. They keep me tossing and turning, fantasizing about everything I want to do to her, and everything that porn star body does to me. Being in the same room as her makes my cock ache with a need only she can fill. If I stare for too long, I’ll lose my shit. I’ve had to rub one out in the men’s room on more than one occasion after one of our many interactions. I’m a fucking thirty year-old man, for Christ’s sake. This shit just doesn’t happen to me. But somehow, she brings it out, turning me into an active volcano of lust and desire. And it’s been this way ever since the day she strutted that tight ass into this office with her father Bobby Minton, my boss, in tow.
Christ, I want her.
And I want her to want me.
I lift an eyebrow at her. “Jenna, what are your top five stock picks right now? Which ones should Tommy here consider as contenders?”
Her lips form the company names in slow motion. I try to focus, but it doesn’t really matter. The picks are not the reason for my question.
I lean forward, not willing to peel my eyes away from her triumphant look. “If we add them to the portfolio and they tank, do you know what’s going to happen?”
“You’re going to fire me.”
“That’s right.” I rise out of my chair and walk behind one of the other interns. “Sean, would you agree with those picks?”
“If I say yes, will I be fired, too, if they crash and burn?”
“I think you know the answer to that question, don’t you?”
He nods and his gaze flickers to Jenna.
Come on, you pussy. Say it. Show me you deserve the attention she gives your dick every night while pretending to work late.
The other interns in the pr
ogram exchange nervous glances. They’re thinking he’d be crazy to agree with her assessment, golden pussy or not. Nobody wants to put his or her career on the chopping block for some hot piece of ass. Even one that looks like Jenna’s.
“I do.” His voice is strong, but I can see the panic on his face. He taps his pen on the table and flips through some papers.
You’re posturing, asshole. Man up and tell me what I want to hear.
I fold my arms. “I’m waiting, Sean. We could have already made thousands in the amount of time it’s taking you to answer my question, which is one you should have been prepared to answer before sitting in that very comfortable chair.” I know exactly what, and whom, he was doing in that chair just a few short hours ago.
I have eyes and ears everywhere.
“I agree.” He meets my gaze. I can see his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Fucking pansy ass. What in the hell does she see in him?
The conference door swings open and in walks Bobby Minton, principal of Minton Capital, and Jenna’s ruthless bastard of a father. I think that’s one of the reasons why he recruited me in the first place. He saw the same qualities in me that rocketed him to the top of the food chain. And now, he’s dragging my ass along for the ride. It’s bumpy as all hell, too.
I had a chance to get out, to start fresh, to make my own name after he’d watched me build this firm’s success and then proceeded to cut me out of the financial rewards. And the promotion I deserved.
He made that motherfucker Jonas Riley a principal over me. The guy is a slimy sales-type, a real asshat. He can schmooze like a grand master, but I have delivered for this firm, year after year. Being passed over pissed me off, and since I don’t believe in loyalty, I found another fund. They made me a ridiculous offer, and I accepted, because telling them no would have been borderline insanity. And just as I was ready to tell the old man to fuck off, in walked Jenna.
The demons never rest. They’re always in my ear – taunting me, tempting me, torturing me. Take her, they said. She’ll heal you, they promised. Use her to get revenge on the bastard who doesn’t care about anything but himself, they hissed.
I knew I couldn’t leave. Not yet. I knew I had to have her, to feel her tight and shiny pussy wrapped around my cock.
Only then will I tell my rat bastard boss exactly what I took as retribution for him screwing me raw…the way I’m planning to fuck his sweet little daughter.
I just need to wait for my opportunity. But if I’m one thing, it’s patient.
Chapter Two
JENNA
“So when can we take off tonight? Think you can sneak out before five?”
I smile and twirl a strand of hair around my finger. Sean’s voice is filled with urgency, and I love having that kind of control over him. “Hmm, someone’s anxious.”
Sean snickers. “Can you blame me?”
I giggle into the phone, careful not to raise the eyebrows of my cube-mates. I really can’t. The summer is almost over and only a few of us will be staying on after the intern program is finished. I’m heading back to college for my last year, but since I’m within driving distance, I’ll be working here at the firm a couple of days a week. Sean is leaving for California in a few short weeks, which is too bad. He’s an awesome guy, hot as hell, and makes me laugh harder than anyone, especially these tightwads we work with every day. We met at the beginning of the summer and have been hooking up ever since the first night of the welcome party – in the copy room, in the supply closet, in the conference room. Hell, he’s screwed me against the wall in the bathroom a few times. It’s been a fun summer, that’s for sure. And tonight, I have a special surprise for him. He’s going to come just from seeing me in the little outfit I have stashed in my overnight bag. “Wait until you see what I have planned for you.”
“Be prepared to talk about the contents of this folder in five minutes.” My boss, Jake Michaels, picks that moment to pass my desk. He tosses a folder at me without even stopping, shooting an icy glare in my direction as he turns the corner back toward his office. Dammit, did he hear any of that? I shift in my chair. Sean and I have kept things between us quiet, but people aren’t blind and I’m sure they talk. Especially since my dad is the owner of this firm.
Jake is such an insufferable asshole. I can’t believe Daddy hired him in the first place. Actually, I can, since Jake has made more money for this firm than anyone else. I only know that because I’ve listened to his analyst calls and have read his reports. Everything he’s touched is in the black. We’re talking hundreds of millions of dollars, which evidently gives him the right to act like a cocky bastard to everyone…including me.
You’d think he’d be a little bit nicer, considering I’m his boss’s daughter. I’m not looking for special treatment; I’d just like to be treated like a human being, instead of a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe. But ever since I started this torturous internship, he’s found more and more ways to punish me for being here. It’s a ballsy move, considering the fact that he doesn’t know me from Adam. I can easily take my gripes home to my dad.
“You have to develop your analysis skills, Jenna. I want you to take over for me one day. You need to understand the market, and there is no better teacher than real world experience.”
Yes, Daddy. Of course, Daddy. I’ll take the job, Daddy. Anything to make you proud, Daddy.
Nepotism landed me under Jake, quite possibly the biggest prick on the planet. Most of the time, the guy can’t look at me without grimacing. I have no idea why I deal with this shit.
Well, that’s not exactly true. I do know, and shame on me for being such a hypocrite.
Ugh. So here I am, sitting in the middle of a group of traders doped up on speed and caffeine, who’d rather be snorting coke and dipping their wicks into the slutty assistants swarming the place like flies. These loud-mouthed jerkoffs find opportunities, make deals, and they get rich, all the while being led into the land of milk and honey by their fearless leader, Jake Michaels.
I know he watches me when he thinks I’m not looking. It may be the reason why my skirts are a little shorter on the days we meet, why my heels are a bit higher, and why my shirts are a little bit tighter. He pretends not to notice all of it, but I can see right through him. And while he’s sexy as fuck, he’s still a bastard, and I’d never give him the time of day.
I know what I look like, and I can get any man I want with the crook of my pinkie. But Jake…he’s a challenge. I love a challenge. I’d love to bring him to his knees and dangle myself over him just enough to make him crack. Then, I’d pull it away and laugh. I just like the feeling of being wanted. And I’m also a tiny bit of an exhibitionist.
But screw Jake and his power trip. I’ve got big plans for tonight, and I’m not about to let that asshole crush my excitement. I know he’s pissed off about something, but he’s going to have to deal with it. I just work for him. He doesn’t own me.
“Wait till you see what I’ve got for you…for us.” A chill runs through me as I imagine the look on Sean’s face. He’ll be pure putty in my hands, just like he’s been since that first night. It’s not a love connection by any stretch, but it sure as hell has been fun.
“Jenna, you’re killing me right now. How about a little hint? Or better yet, take a picture.”
“No way. It’s a surprise.” I lower my voice. “But I have a better idea. What about a little phone sex instead? Just to hold us over until tonight…how about that? I don’t want to take a chance that someone will walk in on us again.” Yeah, that was a close call…
“Fuck, yes!” He growls into the phone.
I drop my voice lower. “Okay, give me a few minutes. Jake wants to see me and then I need to find a spot, okay? Call you back soon.” I hang up the phone and flip open the folder. Dammit, maybe I should have read this crap first and made plans to finger fuck myself for Sean afterward.
Chapter Three
JAKE
I pace my office, waiting for
Jenna to appear. I pulled some reports for the stocks she’d rattled off in the meeting earlier. The results were stellar, just as I knew they’d be; she actually has a functioning brain in that head. If those interns are smart, they’ll take lots of notes when she talks.
Bobby had told me from the very beginning not to go easy on her just because she was his kid. He wanted her to achieve whatever the fuck on her own merit. So, I’ve been a prick. And it’s helped keep her away from me because I don’t know what would happen if I let myself get close.
The only problem is, the more of a prick I am, the more she seems to respond to it, like she wants to see me crack. Maybe that attitude makes me a challenge to her. She gets more attention than any other woman in this office, including the assistants, and they’re models, for fuck’s sake. But Jenna is more than just a pretty face and a bangable body. She’s the whole package, and that douchebag Sean doesn’t deserve her. I watch them leave together at night and come in together in the morning. I see the way they sneak around the office; I may have even caught them in the copy room once or twice. Yep, I know she’s fucking him, but how I know is the bigger problem for her.
It’s my ammunition, my ace in the hole so to speak.
I hear a knock at my door. It’s not a tentative one, like the other interns use. It’s confident, powerful, and self-assured.
It’s all Jenna.
“Come in,” I bark, sitting on the corner of my desk.
She pushes open the door, a smile plastered on her face. Her blonde hair falls past her shoulders, hanging over that perfect rack, and her cheeks are bright pink. She has that just been fucked look. That, or the I’ve just been making plans to get fucked look.
Either way, I’d like to be the one on the other end.
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