Boardroom Bully: An Enemies-to-Lovers Dark Romance

by Harper West

  I sat there all day staring at my computer. I waited for something—anything—to come through. Any assignment from Bonnie, or JoJo, or Lexie, for crying out loud. But the longer I stared at my computer, the more defeated I felt. After all the dancing around that we had done and after all of the energy he put into keeping me safe, he was just gone? Like that? Without a second thought as to how it might make me feel?

  It wasn’t as if it shocked me. It seemed to be right on brand with the persona he put on for the rest of the world. But a part of me wondered if he had been this ice cold to Maggie back in high school. Part of me wondered if he had been this much of a dick even after they had declared their relationship to the entire world by fucking in the corner of the gym and her shouting out his name to anyone that might’ve been passing by to listen.

  Which then made me wonder if that was the reason why she had cheated.

  25

  Rebecca

  After days of introspection and asking questions that only he held the answers to, I resolved myself to a confrontation. I called Lexie and told her to get me on Mr. Ryker’s schedule for an hour-long meeting where we’d hash it out. Either I’d get my answers, or I’d quit.

  Because I was tired of being strong.

  I was tired of being the woman everyone thought they could throw under the bus. I was tired of being the person people thought they could throw into the flames and watch burn. I was tired of dealing with the brunt of everyone’s manipulation and insecurities while having to put a smile on my face because they thought they could bulldoze me into submission.

  For once, I wanted to give it over to someone instead of having it taken from me.

  For once, I wanted to stop being the strong, silent woman that took on everyone else’s burdens.

  For once, I wanted someone to give a shit about how I felt.

  “Where are you going all dressed up like that?” Brit asked.

  I snaked my way into the elevator without even answering her. My gaze found hers and she scoffed as if I had done something disgusting to her, and I wondered if everyone in my life would be as selfish as my sister. Brit didn’t care what she had done to me and the position she had put me in. JoJo didn’t care about what he did to my mind and my own self-esteem. My sister didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything, my parents defended her as if she were always right, and I was alone.

  I was always so fucking alone in this world.

  I’m going to put my fate in his hands and see what he does with it.

  “He’s expecting you, Miss Rebecca.”

  Lexie’s voice caught my ear as I stood in front of JoJo’s door. I drew in a deep breath and fluffed my hair one last time before letting myself into his office. I found his chair turned away from me, completely cloaking him from the entrance to his office as I closed the door behind me.

  And after flipping the lock, I went to sit in the chair in front of his desk.

  “Joseph.”

  He grunted. “Yes?”

  I furrowed my brow. “Are you alright?”

  He groaned. “Why must everyone always ask me that question?”

  “Because two weeks have gone by and you haven’t so much as sent me an itinerary for my days. Is this your way of firing me?”

  And when he swiveled around, I saw that he had his dick in his hand.

  “Does it look like I’m about to fire you?”

  My eyes fell to his swollen erection. “I was on your schedule.”

  He stroked his cock. “I know.”

  My eyes slowly found his. “So, why is your dick in your hand?”

  He groaned a little deeper. “You tell me, since you seem to have all the answers as to how to run your world within my company.”

  This could be dangerous, giving my future over to him. “Mr. Ryker, we need to talk.”

  And as if I hadn’t seen enough, he stood and let his pants slide down to his ankles. “Fine, then go ahead and talk.”

  I watched as he slowly, and achingly stroked himself in front of me. I tried my hardest not to lick my lips as I watched a droplet of precum escape from the top. He swiped his thumb over it and moved over to me, his pants raking against the floor.

  Then, he brought his shining thumb to my lips. “Open.”

  I looked up at him from beneath my eyelashes. “Seriously?”

  His gaze darkened. “Now, Becca.”

  I parted my lips and wrapped them around his thumb before I tasted him for the very first time. And as the salty ocean of his precum slid down the back of my throat, I moaned around his finger. I lapped against his skin, wanting nothing more than to taste more of him. All of him. As much of him as I could muster.

  Because damn it, he tasted better than he had in my dreams.

  “Good girl,” he murmured as he perched on the edge of his desk.

  I cleared my throat. “Mr. Ryker, are you wanting to fire me?”

  He shook his head. “No.”

  “Then, why haven’t you given me any work as of late?”

  He shrugged. “No work to be done. Tax season is over.”

  “So, what is my duty to you during seasons that are not tax seasons?”

  He smirked so devilishly that my nipples puckered. “I guess we have to discuss that during our hour-long meeting, don’t we?”

  As he pushed off his desk, his cock came flying toward me. He stood directly in front of me and traced my lips with his dick. My eyes fluttered closed as I darted my tongue out, trying to steal the smallest taste.

  But, as quickly as he had done so, he ripped it away from me.

  “Only good girls get that,” he growled.

  I gasped. “But I thought--.”

  He free hand reached out and gripped my hair. “And you haven’t been a very good girl, have you?”

  I felt my control slipping and I knew I had every reason to be repulsed. I knew I had the biggest case alive against him if only I had the guts to open my mouth to Glasses downstairs. But I didn’t want to.

  I wanted him to take my control and wrap it around my throat again.

  “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered.

  I swallowed hard. “Yes, sir. I love it.”

  He chuckled. “I knew you were dirty, but I didn’t know how disgusting until just now.”

  I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “I didn’t say anything. It was Brit who did. I swear to you, Mr. Ryker--.”

  He gripped my chin. “I know, sweet girl. I know you did your best.”

  My heart came alive with his praise. “You do?”

  He nodded. “I do. But that doesn’t mean you still won’t be punished for even considering it.”

  I shook my head quickly. “I didn’t. I just went down there to try and explain that Brit might come down to file a--.”

  He slapped my cheek softly. “Did I ask for an explanation?”

  I gasped as I cupped my cheek. “No, sir.”

  He gripped my hair and forced my gaze back to his. “Then, shut that mouth of yours before I stuff it full.”

  There’s my entrance. “Are you sure you want me to shut up, though?”

  His glare pierced through to my soul, but a shadow of a grin ticked his cheeks. I stood up, releasing my tendrils and sank back into my chair. My legs shivered. My fingers twitched. I felt repulsion creeping up the back of my throat in the form of bile from my stomach. But, as I watched his mesmerizing movements with his cock swelling effortlessly in his palm, the dark desires of my soul wanted nothing more than for him to choke me on his girth again.

  “Joseph, please,” I whispered.

  He chuckled. “Please, what?”

  I stared at his chest as I shook my head. “For everything.”

  He paused. “What did you do?”

  My gaze fell to my lap. “You’re going to hate me when I tell you.”

  He stopped stroking his dick. “What did you fucking do, Becca?”

  I squeezed my eyes shut as the memories came rushing back. “I knew Maggie w
as cheating on you.”

  Silence fell between us and I didn’t have the balls to open my eyes. I didn’t want to see the look of betrayal and anger as it crossed his face, because if I watched it I might have just thrown up on his suede shoes.

  “You what?” he growled.

  I shook my head. “I caught them one time in the stairwell and Maggie swore me to secrecy. She said if I told anyone—especially you—that she’d tell Mom and Dad that Blaine wanted me to go on birth control.”

  “Open your eyes.”

  “Joseph, I can’t--.”

  He gripped my chin. “I said open your fucking eyes, Rebecca.”

  And when I opened them, tears of weakness stained my cheeks. “I’m sorry for being so weak back then. I’m sorry for not standing up for you sooner. I’m sorry for watching her--.”

  “Shut up.”

  “Mr. Ryker, please, I just--.”

  He hissed. “I said shut the fuck up right now.”

  My entire body shivered with fear as his hardened gaze held my stare. This was it. This was what would do him in. He’d kick me out, have me fired, and that would be the end of that. I teetered on an edge that had no light. I was shrouded in complete darkness, volleying between quitting myself and pushing forward with my plan.

  I trusted him not to hurt me after the incident in the parking garage. I even trusted him to do it again, if it ever came down to it.

  But I didn’t trust him to care anything about me once he was done using me for his nefarious purposes.

  “You knew,” he said flatly.

  I sighed. “For a couple of weeks before it all came to light.”

  He released my chin. “Stand up.”

  I shook my head. “Mr. Ryker, I--.”

  He growled as he grabbed my hair. “I said stand the fuck up and I won’t repeat myself any longer.”

  He tugged me out of the chair and my hands wrapped around his forearm. His muscles pulsed beneath my touch but the look in his eyes frightened me. He dragged me behind his desk, shuffling as his pants held him hostage. But, when he shoved me into his office chair, he perched in front of his computer.

  Before releasing his cock.

  “Suck.”

  I blinked. “Come again?”

  His eye twitched. “Don’t make me say it again, otherwise you’ll never get what you want. And trust me, I know exactly what you want.”

  I stared deeply into his eyes and wondered if that were true. Did he really know what I wanted from him? Did he really know what I craved, deep down inside? A grin spread across his face as he grabbed the arms of his chair and pulled me closer. So close, in fact, that the tip of his dick bounced against my lower lip.

  And while I knew I needed to push him away and run straight to H.R., what I wanted was the complete opposite.

  I wanted him to ruin me for all other men to come.

  “Now, Miss Loren.”

  I parted my lips and wrapped them around the tip of his cock and the hiss that fell from his lips filled me with happiness. I wrapped my hand around the base of him, pumping as he slid all the way to the back of my throat. He tasted divine; like the salted ocean mixed with something fruity. And as I hollowed out my cheeks, his grip on my hair tightened.

  “Fucking hell,” he groaned.

  I bobbed as quickly as possible while I watched his facial expressions. He gazed down at me before his face started contorting into unrelenting pleasure, forcing his eyes shut. Pride swelled in my chest. I took my free hand and started playing with his balls as droplets of precum continued to bombard my tongue. I swallowed him down, choking on his girth as he held me there before pulling my head back.

  And as he fucked my face, I wondered if this was the start of something beautiful.

  “Jesus Christ, Becca. Damn it.”

  I moaned around his thickness, causing his balls to jump. He bucked against my face over and over again, seeking more warm friction as my throat tightened around him. He threaded his fingers through my curled tendrils that had taken me over an hour to do this morning, and as I felt my mascara streaking my face, I’d never felt more alive in all my life.

  But, before he exploded down the back of my throat, he pulled me away.

  “Wait, wait, wait. I’m not done,” I said breathlessly.

  He pulled me up to my feet before he stroked his dick. “Pull out those tits.”

  I blinked. “Huh?”

  He tapped my face lightly. “Come on, Becks. Pull out those tits and let me mark them.”

  I scrambled to get them out of my dress as I watched his teeth bare down. He growled and groaned, stroking his cock faster and faster. It throbbed to painful girths as his veins bulged with excitement. My head swirled with a need for more and my clit begged me for attention as he settled his dick on the shelf that was my bosom. And as a growl so deep and so guttural rattled my ribcage I watched his arousal explode from his tip.

  Before coating my cleavage with his mark.

  26

  Jospeh

  My vision went blank as my body teetered.

  Threads of cum spurted from the tip of my cock, and all I felt were Becca’s warm, massive tits cradling my erection. I reached my hand out and pressed it against my desk, holding myself steady as I caught my breath.

  Holy shit, I’d never come so hard in all my life.

  “Um, Joseph?”

  I didn’t even care about the name anymore. “Yeah?”

  “Do you have any tissues around?”

  I grinned. “Oh, you won’t need those.”

  “Huh?”

  My eyes slowly opened, and I straightened my back. “Rub it in.”

  Her eyes widened. “You want me to…?”

  I slapped my hand against her voluptuous breasts and started rubbing. “You heard me. Do it.”

  Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before her hand moved to her other breast, and together we rubbed my mark deep into her skin. Smelling my scent on top of her perfume stirred something within me. My nostrils flared for more, trying to drink as much of the smell down as I could. I’d never felt so intoxicated before. I wanted to sink myself deeply into her body and fuck her until she cried for mercy.

  Before ripping one last orgasm from her body.

  “There we go,” I growled.

  With my cock still stiff and cradled between her tits, salacious thoughts rushed through my head. I wanted to bend her over my fucking desk and plow into her wetness. I wanted to pick her up against the bookcase and cup my hand over her mouth just to feel her moan my name against the palm of my hand. I slid my hand through her hair, raking a little bit of cum through it as it glistened against her tendrils.

  And the second a smile slid across her face, I pulled her upright. “Good girl. So good for me.”

  She nodded. “Yes. That’s all I want. Just to be good for you.”

  My cock stood back at attention. “Turn around.”

  The smile that crossed her face did something to me. My heart felt lighter than air and my gut tugged so hard in her general direction that I almost stumbled over. Holy hell, I don’t know why in the absolute fuck I was so attracted to skinny women when I was a young man.

  I mean, these massive pillows were so much better than her sister’s little mosquito bites.

  I pulled Becca closer to me until I felt her ragged breath pulsing against my lips. Her thighs quivered, and I could only imagine how much her little clit needed to be touched. I wanted to be the one to touch it. Hell, I wanted to be the only one to touch it. And as I stepped out of my shoes and pants, I backed her into my desk.

  Before my hands gripped her shoulders. “Do you know what I need from you now?”

  Euphoria crossed her face as she whispered her response. “What is it, sir?”

  So, I dipped my lips down to the shell of her ear. “I need you to turn around so I can spank that thick ass of yours.”

  Before she had a chance to move herself, I turned her shoulders and whipped her around. My hand lost it
self in her knotted hair once more before my other arm cleared off my desk with one fell swoop. She gasped in shock before I pressed her cheek into the rich mahogany wood, and with my cock dripping with a need for more of her I flipped her gorgeous sundress up over her mountainous ass cheeks.

  “Wear dresses to work from now on,” I commanded.

  She swallowed hard. “But, but sir—I don’t own—I mean--.”

  I spanked her left ass cheek with my free hand. “Go shopping. Do as I ask. You want to be a good girl, right?”

  She nodded quickly. “Dear God, yes.”

  I spanked her right ass cheek. “Then, after we’re done here, you’re going to take the day and go shopping. Get one new dress for each day of the week. Understood?”

  She whimpered as I massaged her ass. “Yes, sir. Oh, fuck me.”

  I growled as I pulled her panties off to the side. “I intend to do just that.”

  Goosebumps rushed across her body as I moved her silken panties off to the side. God damn it, I knew this woman would look absolutely phenomenal in some of the lingerie I had already imagined her in. Push-up bras with peekaboo panties. Thongs with lacy bras where only her nipples poked through the fabric. A latex zip-up that clung to her every curve except for the one hole right at her pussy that I’d use and abuse until she was spent.

  And as my eyes slid along her exposed ass, another hole caught my attention.

  “My, my,” I murmured, “how puckered you are today.”

  I spread her ass cheeks and listened to her lustful moans as my thumb played with her soaked asshole. Her cheeks jumped with pressure as I parted it, watching as the tight hole swallowed my thumb up to the first knuckle. I grinned with delight as her back arched. She shivered so wonderfully for me and it only served to make my cock leak with desire for her.

  “I’ve never—I mean, no one’s ever, uh, just--.”

  I smirked. “Oh, we are going to have lots of fun with this little hole, then. Aren’t we?”

  I removed my thumb and pressed my cock between her thighs. Her thick pussy lips wrapped around my girth, slicking me as I held her ass cheeks open. I’d take every part of her she hadn’t already given someone else and return it mangled and broken. I’d own her, every inch of her, until she knew nothing but the sound of my name pouring from her lips. I’d give her everything Maggie never wanted from me, and then I’d leave her in the dust the second she devoted her entire life to serving me.