Devilish secretary - Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Chapter 179 Playing with fire (2) Chapter 179: Chapter 179 Playing with fire (2) “Understood,” he said through gritted teeth, voice clipped, strained.

Lilith bit her lip, holding back a laugh.

Oh, he was suffering.

Good.

She lightly trailed her fingers further, pressing against his inner thigh.

Alexander’s leg jerked.

Quinn frowned.

“Sir?

Are you alright?” Alexander gritted his teeth so hard, his jaw looked like it could break.

Damn it, Lili!

His fingers curled into a fist on the desk.

One day, this woman was going to kill him.

Quinn stood there, completely oblivious, waiting for a response, while Alexander fought for his life.

Under the desk, Lilith had no mercy.

Her fingers traced slow, teasing circles against his thigh, light enough to drive him insane but not enough to make him stop her.

Alexander clenched his jaw, his grip on the pen turning deadly.

His entire body was stiff, his muscles coiled with unbearable tension.

“Sir?” Quinn asked again, glancing up from the tablet, sensing something off.

Alexander inhaled deeply, exhaling through his nose, forcing his voice to remain steady.

“Nothing.

Continue.” Quinn nodded and went on, flipping through the reports, completely unaware of the sinful game happening right under his feet.

But Lilith wasn’t done.

She smirked in the shadows, taking her sweet time as she ran her hands higher, pressing firmly against his thigh, feeling the tension in his muscles.

Alexander’s legs spread slightly in reflex.

A mistake.

She took it as an invitation.

Her touch became more daring, dragging her nails lightly up his inner thigh, teasing, slow, deliberate.

Alexander’s fingers dug into the papers on his desk, crumpling the edges slightly.

Quinn barely noticed.

“Sir, if you sign here, we can finalize the-” Lilith pressed her palm firmly against his thigh.

Alexander’s breath hitched.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed down a curse.

Damn it, Lilith.

She was testing him, pushing him, seeing how far she could go before he snapped.

And oh, he was dangerously close.

His pen trembled slightly in his grip, but his face?

Still unreadable, still calm except for his eyes.

Dark.

Hungry.

Borderline murderous.

Quinn, still oblivious, placed another file on the desk.

“Sir, one more thing about the foreign investments-” Lilith leaned in, her breath barely above a whisper as she brushed her lips against his knee.

That was it.

Alexander snapped.

His hand shot under the desk, gripping her wrist in an iron hold, stopping her immediately.

Lilith froze.

Then, very slowly, she looked up.

Even in the dim space beneath the desk, she could feel the heat radiating from his glare.

She had pushed too far.

Alexander, still looking directly at Quinn, spoke in an eerily calm voice.

“Quinn.

Leave.” Quinn blinked.

“Sir?” Alexander finally lifted his gaze, and whatever was in his eyes made Quinn straighten immediately.

“Now.” Quinn didn’t ask twice.

He quickly gathered his things and hurried out of the office, shutting the door behind him.

The moment it clicked shut- Alexander yanked Lilith out from under the desk.

She let out a startled gasp as she found herself pinned against the wooden surface, his hands gripping her wrists.

His breath was heavy, his eyes dark, blazing with something raw.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” His voice was dangerously low, his lips just inches from hers.

Lilith, despite the position she was in, smirked.

“A little.” Alexander’s eyes flickered down to her lips before meeting her gaze again.

“You’re playing with fire, Lilith.” Her smirk didn’t fade.

“Good.

I like the heat.” His grip tightened, his jaw clenched, his self-control hanging by a thread.

Lilith knew it.

And she loved it.

His eyes darkened, filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down Lilith’s spine.

And then he kissed her.

Hard.

Fierce.

Unrelenting.

The sudden force of it made her gasp, her fingers instinctively gripping the desk behind her for support.

His hands shot up, tangling into her hair, pulling her closer as his lips devoured hers with a rough hunger.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t slow.

It was raw, desperate, and overpowering.

A silent battle, a clash of dominance.

And yet, despite the aggression..heat pooled in her stomach, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.

This man…he was trying to break her, to make her submit.

But Lilith?

She was never the type to surrender so easily.

“You’re becoming naughtier by the day,” he murmured, his voice cold and authoritative, yet tinged with something darker.

His sharp gaze raked over her disheveled state-her messy shirt, tight skirt clinging to her curves, red lips swollen from his kiss, and her tousled hair that made her look effortlessly tempting.

A flicker of something dangerous and possessive flashed in his eyes.

He sat back in his seat as if he hadn’t just kissed her senseless.

Leaning into his chair, he spread his legs, exuding dominance, his expression unreadable..

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he patted his thigh.

“Come here.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

But Lilith, even in her messy, breathless state, lifted her chin defiantly.

“Nope.” His jaw clenched.

The room grew heavy with tension.

And before she could react-he grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward.

A startled gasp left her lips as she tumbled into him, her body pressing flush against his.

Her breath hitched…his warmth, his strength, his intoxicating presence surrounded her completely.

And then she froze.

Because his fingers curled against her ass, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her heart pound against her ribs.

Her body was flush against his, chest to chest, her skirt riding up slightly from the rough pull.

His heated breath fanned over her skin, his sharp gaze locked onto her like a predator watching its prey.

“Still saying no?” he murmured, his voice low and taunting, his smirk deepening.

Lilith narrowed her eyes, lips parting slightly but she didn’t respond.

Because she knew.

This man wasn’t playing fair.

Her instincts screamed to push him away, to take back control, but the way his hands gripped her, possessive and strong, made something deep inside her coil with anticipation.

She lifted her hands, pressing them against his chest-not to push him away, but to test his reaction.

His muscles tensed beneath her fingertips, his jaw clenching as though he was waiting to see what she’d do next.

Lilith leaned in slightly, her lips hovering just above his ear as she whispered- “You like forcing things, don’t you?” His fingers tightened on her, his patience snapping as he suddenly lifted her onto his lap, locking her in place.

Her gasp was caught between them, but before she could react- His lips were on hers again.

Harder.

Rougher.

More demanding.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS dYdairy_002 Mini Theater: Author vs.

Lilith Author: crosses arms “I€™m on Alex€™s side!

Lilith, you€™re such a tease.” Lilith: smirks, flipping her hair “Oh, please.

A little teasing keeps things interesting, don€™t you think?” Author: squints “Do you have to make him suffer like this?” Lilith: shrugs innocently “What?

I€™m just keeping him on his toes.

A man like Alexander needs a challenge.” Author: sighs “You€™re impossible.” Lilith: grins “And yet, you love writing me.” Author: grumbles “…Unfortunately, yes.”