Craving the Man Sent to Destroy Me
Fuzzy Melissa · Ongoing · 8.3k Words
Introduction
Five years divorced, my ex-husband's parting words still stung—he'd called me cold as stone, said I was nothing but a dictator even in bed.
He had no idea my frost was a facade, hiding an emptiness and a craving no one could touch.
I controlled billions in assets, yet I lay awake every night, consumed by a single thought: I wanted a man to make me let go, to force me to surrender completely.
That man walked into my office three years ago, and I'd been drowning ever since.
Allen Thorne, my chief assistant, 28 years old—too young, shamefully young, and yet I couldn't resist him.
A year ago, I discovered the truth: he was the CEO of Vortex Capital, my rival, planted here to destroy me.
I should've fired him on the spot. Instead, I kept him close, pretending it was to watch him, when really, I just couldn't let him go.
Dangerous, magnetic, ruthlessly in control—he was everything I shouldn't want. I never exposed him. I fell harder instead.
I buried this forbidden desire, but every day he was there, right in front of me, taunting me.
What was I supposed to do? Cut him loose—or let him claim me?
Chapter 1
I am Mandy Langley, 42 years old, CEO of Sterling International. In Manhattan's cutthroat business world, I'd earned the name "Ice Queen."
Five years divorced, my ex-husband's parting words still stung—he'd called me cold as stone, said I was nothing but a dictator even in bed.
He had no idea my frost was a facade, hiding an emptiness and a craving no one could touch.
I controlled billions in assets, yet I lay awake every night, consumed by a single thought: I wanted a man to make me let go, to force me to surrender completely.
That man walked into my office three years ago, and I'd been drowning ever since.
Allen Thorne, my chief assistant, 28 years old—too young, shamefully young, and yet I couldn't resist him.
A year ago, I discovered the truth: he was the CEO of Vortex Capital, my rival, planted here to destroy me.
I should've fired him on the spot. Instead, I kept him close, pretending it was to watch him, when really, I just couldn't let him go.
Dangerous, magnetic, ruthlessly in control—he was everything I shouldn't want. I never exposed him. I fell harder instead.
I buried this forbidden desire, but every day he was there, right in front of me, taunting me.
What was I supposed to do? Cut him loose—or let him claim me?
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my corner office at Sterling International's Manhattan headquarters, staring down at the gray streets below.
The AC hummed with a cold bite, but my body felt like it was on fire, melting from the inside out—because of the man at the door.
"Ms. Langley, the meeting minutes are ready," Allen Thorne's voice rumbled, low and controlled, like it could command my every breath.
He stood there in a deep blue shirt, tall and broad-shouldered, his presence a wall of raw power that made my knees weak. His sharp, dark brown eyes pierced through me, radiating a natural dominance that reduced me to prey.
I forced myself to turn, my face a mask of ice.
"Two minutes late, Allen. Were you doing this on purpose, or do rules just not apply to you?"
My voice cut sharp and cold, the tone of the untouchable Ice Queen everyone feared. But my heart slammed against my ribs, betraying me.
"Apologies. The printer jammed."
He stepped closer, placing the folder on my mahogany desk.
His hands were long, strong, knuckles prominent—every move deliberate, exuding control. His scent hit me as he neared, a mix of cologne and raw masculinity, so potent it scrambled my thoughts. My body instinctively leaned toward him.
I didn't dare look too long. I lowered my gaze, pretending to flip through the papers, but inside, I was a mess. I knew he was the CEO of Vortex Capital, my enemy, planted here to undermine me.
Yet his presence was a force, suffocating and irresistible. I wanted him. I wanted him to overpower me with that strength.
"Format's wrong. No bold on the summary. Did I not make myself clear?" I snapped, my voice a blade, slicing through the silence.
"I'll redo it, Ms. Langley," he said, his tone calm, almost too perfect, his head slightly bowed in deference.
"Should I go now?"
His submission infuriated me. He had the height, the strength, the intensity—every damn thing about him screamed he could dominate me in a heartbeat. Yet he played the obedient dog, and that wasn't what I wanted.
I wanted him to claim me, to own me, not torment me with this fake compliance.
"Get it done immediately. I expect it on my desk before you even consider leaving," I hissed, fingers gripping the papers so tight my nails dug into my skin. I tried to anchor myself with authority, but my voice trembled.
"Yes, Ms. Langley." He nodded, turning to leave, each step steady and commanding, like a king who could spin around and pin me down any second.
The door clicked shut, and I collapsed into my chair, hands shaking uncontrollably.
God, I was pathetic. A 42-year-old woman, commanding billions in assets, yet every night I was haunted by fantasies of my assistant—an enemy spy—taking me in the most savage way possible.
I didn't want his obedience. I wanted him to dominate me, to take me hard, but he tortured me with this subservience instead.
A searing heat surged through my lower abdomen, shame and desire twisting together, suffocating me.
Biting my lip, my hand moved on its own, slipping under the edge of my skirt. The office was deathly quiet, but my mind was consumed by Allen.
I hiked up the fabric, fingers brushing against the damp silk of my underwear, trembling as I pressed down, a jolt of electricity shooting through me.
I shut my eyes, picturing him towering over me, his intense gaze pinning me down, his low voice demanding I bare everything.
His hands weren't holding files—they were roughly grasping my breasts, the other forcing my thighs apart, exposing me with no shred of dignity under his stare.
My fingers moved faster, my body tensing like a drawn bow, soft moans slipping from my lips.
"Allen... please..." I whispered, my voice trembling, barely a plea. I hated myself, but I couldn't stop.
The pleasure built, overwhelming, my body shaking uncontrollably. I clenched my teeth, teetering on the edge—when the door swung open without a knock, without warning.
Allen stood there, his gaze deep and unreadable, his voice low and steady. "Ms. Langley, did you call for me?"
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