Taming Mr. Black

Ten

KILLIAN'S POV

"So, how's business, Killian? Making more money as always?" Harry says, but I'm not paying attention.

The loud music and drunk people makes me want to get the hell out of here and go back to my house. Harry and I aren't really friends. In fact, I don't even have a lot of friends. I don't know a lot of people in my life that I can call my friend. Raymond and I became friends the first few months he started working with me. Before he worked below me and he got promoted. Guess that was when I even knew he existed.

It took me about three months to actually talk to the guy and another two months to call him my friend. And I think Raymond's the only guy I can call my friend, and maybe my cousin, Preston. Well, he's also family and that's a bonus for him.

All my years of living, what I've known is making more money, grabbing the next business opportunity, and turning it into millions. I didn't have time for friends or even love. And Harry, he's this guy I call an acquaintance. We're familiar with each other and he's the owner of Bart's. He's looking to expand and he wants me to invest in his club with one-third of the club's shares going to my bank account. It's a nice deal, but I don't think I want to invest in a club like Bart's.

I sound like an asshole right now, I know.

When I don't reply to Harry's question, he takes that as an excuse that I'm not interested in talking about my business to someone who wants me to invest in his own club. He goes about talking about his own business and how I'll benefit from Bart's if I decide to invest in it. I scan the bottom floor of Bart's, with my eyes glancing at the drunk youths on the dance floor. I stop on a particular brunette and squint my eyes at how familiar she is. She's dancing with another girl who has dyed blonde hair.

Naomi.

What the fuck is she doing here?

I watch how guys try to dance with her and she pushes them away. I bring my eyes down her body, biting my bottom lip at how sexy she looks in a tight blue dress. Her long curly hair bounces down her back as she dances. Fuck, what I would give to have her curls in my hand as she grinds that fat ass on my cock.

Now I'm being filthy. I've already crossed the line the minute I fuck faced another woman with Naomi's image in my head. I knew there was no way back. I want this woman and I'm gonna have her despite the warning bells ringing in my head. She giggles as she walks towards the bar with her friend. I stand up at once, wanting to have a better view of Naomi, and totally forgetting that Harry is giving me a speech about his club.

Right now, I'm not interested. I've never been interested in Bart's. It was Raymond's idea. Thinking it's a nice investment if I just show a little interest by investing.

"Mr. Black," Harry calls my name.

"I'm gonna think about your offer, Mr. Bart," I say, taking a sip from the glass of liquor he offered me earlier.

Fuck, whiskey. I don't drink whiskey. I take my eyes off the dance floor and glance at the dark liquid in the thick glass in my hand. I frown and stretch the glass to my guard who's been standing in a corner. He hurries to take the glass off my hand.

"You don't like the drink?" Harry asks.

I sigh, fighting the urge to light a cigarette as I watch Naomi. My doctor thinks it's time I give it a break for the time being. Naomi's friend is with a guy and the guy is talking to Naomi. She is drunk. I can tell by the way she giggles and slightly staggers even in her sitting position.

How much did she even drink?

Harry asks a question but I don't hear shit. My entire attention is on the olive–skinned brunette that makes my cock twitch in my pants every time I stare at her. The guy leaves with Naomi's friend and she looks bored. Suddenly, another guy approaches her, and they happen to bump heads together by mistake.

God, she's fucking wasted. They talk like they know each other, and as I watch her follow the guy to a corner, I wonder how he's related to her. He says something to her, but she's too drunk to pay attention. The next minute, he's leaning in and kissing her.

What? I glare at the asshole who's touching her and I don't notice that I'm gripping tightly at the banister. I don't even notice Harry standing next to me.

"I gotta go. I will have Raymond call you for a proper briefing." I say to Harry as I rush down the stairs, with my guard behind me.

I push people off my part as I approach Naomi and this guy who's touching her like she is his. I don't care who he is or what relationship they had, he has no right to touch her.

"Don't fucking touch me," Naomi says to the guy but he's not having it.

It's been a long time since I punched someone, and I've never really had a reason to punch someone since Club K's official opening, really. But whoever this guy is, he's giving me a reason to punch him.

"She said don't fucking touch her. What part of that don't you understand?" I say. The guy is surprised because he recognizes me.

Naomi's fucking drunk and beyond wasted. It's obvious she's a lightweight and she doesn't know how to control her alcohol intake. She rushes outside the club and I know she's about to puke her guts out.

I follow her outside, shooting a glare at this fucking asshole as I follow Naomi out. In this state, anyone can easily take advantage of her. I can't let that happen.

"Get the car," I say to Alvin, my driver, and without any question, he leaves.

I watch Naomi puke out her intestines.

"Fuck." I mutter.

She stands upright on wobbly feet.

"Come on, we should take you home." I wrap my arms around her and she leans against my body with her face pressed against my chest.

"Killian?" She mutters.

"How much did you drink?" I ask, shrugging off my suit jacket and draping it around her.

She's fallen asleep already as she breathes in and out with her slightly parted lips. My car pulls to a stop in front of me and Alvin gets down, opening the backseat for me. It's pretty hard to place Naomi in the backseat of my car. Once I finally maneuver her inside my car, I slide in next to her and Alvin shuts the door. Naomi mutters something in her sleep and scoots into me. I fight a smile as I stare at her. She looks peaceful, beautiful, and innocent when she sleeps. Not the girl who always argues with me and hates my guts.

"Where to, sir?" Terry, my driver asks.

"Home."

***

I sip my coffee, with my right hand on my laptop's keypads. I scroll through my emails, deleting the irrelevant ones while skimming through the ones Raymond sent me. I click on the email sent to me by my marketing department involving our new virtual assistant and an upgrade on our already launched app.

"No way. No fucking way I'm in here." I hear a familiar voice mutter.

I look up from my laptop to see Naomi In my living room, eyeing the beauty of my home. She's wearing my white dress shirt that's a little big for her. It falls on her mid-thigh, doing little to nothing in covering her thick thighs.

The minute I drove her to my home last night, I had to change her out of her dress. It smelled like puke and it had a little puke stain on it. It was fucking hard undressing her last night as I wear her my dress shirt.

Fuck, it was pretty wrong, but I went to bed last night with Naomi's tits in my head and my hand buried inside my pants as I get off. I couldn't get the image of her in a dark, red lace bra and red lace panties out of my head. As I buttoned the dress shirt last night with Naomi fast asleep, I tried not to look like a pervert as I stared at her body.

Jesus, she was fucking irresistible.

Naomi's eyes meet mine as she slowly walks towards my kitchen. I don't know what’s sexier: Naomi in my house in her morning glory or the fact that she's wearing my button-down, white shirt with nothing but lace panties and bra underneath it.

"Oh, my God." She mutters and rubs her eyes.

"No fucking way." She mutters, biting her lip as she stares at me.

"Good morning." I say to her.

"How did I get here?" She asks, chewing absently on her bottom lip.

I stare at her bottom lip for a minute or so before bringing my gaze to her eyes.

"Are you gonna answer me or continue staring at me like that?" Naomi says, pulling at the sleeve of my oversized shirt that she's wearing.

Right. Her bratty and feisty attitude is back. I can't say it doesn't turn me on when she acts feisty or like a little brat, because it makes my dick twitch in my pants and I find myself thinking about putting her mouth to use with my cock down her throat.

I smirk, grabbing my cup of coffee and bringing it to my lips. I take a sip, with Naomi's eyes on my lips. Is she attracted to me or am I hallucinating? Sometimes she acts like she wants me, or maybe attracted to me, and other times, she looks at me like I'm the devil's advocate. Fuck, she's confusing. She messes with my head and I know nothing about this woman.

"Coffee?" I ask her, dropping my mug on the countertop.

"I need to know what I'm doing here. Dressed in…" She looks down at her body, tugging at the hem of the dress shirt.

"You don't remember?"

"A little... I think." She sighs and bites her red, plump bottom lip.

I wish she knows how she always fuck with my head when she does that. Her brown curly hair is braided at the back with a few strands sticking out at the sides of her face. Naomi is a beautiful woman and any man will be lucky to have her. Fuck, I will give anything to have her. I want her to wake up like this every other morning in my bed. I want to see her naked. I want to hear her moan my name as I kiss her full red lips and bite into her neck. I want to know what she feels like with my dick inside her. Is she the type of woman who moans loudly or quietly? I don't care how perverted I sound, or how dirty my thoughts are, considering she works for me and I'm her boss, I fucking want Naomi.

I fucking want every part of her. I want to own her. I want to have her. I needed to have her. Every night I go to bed, she's the only thing I think about. She's becoming a distraction, a distraction I don't need, but I can't help myself. I've always put work before pleasure and I've never mixed work with pleasure, but Naomi is doing something to me no woman has ever done to me before.

I want to bend her over my kitchen counter and fuck her from behind. I want to see her naked on my bed, with her hands tied behind her as I fucked her from behind while she moans my name.

Fuck, Killian, get a grip.

I blink my eyes and look at Naomi. She has her arms crossed against her chest as she stares at me.

"You seem to forget you're my boss sometimes, Mr. Black." She says dismissively.

I smirk, acknowledging the fact that she caught me eye fucking her while she stands across from me with my kitchen counter in between us.

"And why's that?"

"You just literally had sex with me in your head while I was standing right here. That's all shades of wrong." She says softly, blushing too.

"Yeah?"

"How did I get here?"

"Drunk, and you literally passed out in my arms."

"God, I did? I mean, I remember getting a little wasted, I remember all that. I just don't know how I got here."

A little wasted? Really?

"Like I said, you passed out after puking all over your dress. I didn't know your address so I brought you here."

She bites her lip and nods. I brew coffee for her as I watch her.

"You undressed me?" She asks softly as if whispering to herself.

"Something like that."

"You can't do that," Naomi says.

"Was I supposed to let you sleep with your dress on? Even with puke stains?" I ask, stretching a cup of coffee towards her.

"I didn't touch you if that's what you're worried about." I smirk at her. Naomi takes the coffee from me with a small 'thanks' as she sips it.

"And if it makes you feel less uncomfortable, I didn't sleep with you in the same bed. I used the guest bedroom down the hall." She unconsciously sighs in relief.

"It's not about touching me, by the way…" She trails off, "It's the fact that you're my boss. And that's crossing a lot of lines." Naomi says.

"But yet, you look at me like that." I whisper, making my way around the island as I approach her.

Naomi's lips pause around the rim of the mug, gulping. I stop in front of her, closing the space between us as I slowly take the mug from her hand. We stare into each other's eyes as I drop the mug of warm coffee on the island.

Naomi breathes in through her slightly parted lips as I stare into her eyes. Naomi is caught off guard, her brown eyes stare into my eyes with lust as she absently bites her bottom lip. So, she's really attracted to me, huh? I notice the pores on her skin open and goosebumps fill her skin as she breathes in and out through her mouth. I tuck the strands of hair at the side of her face behind her ear as I cup her right cheek. Her eyes automatically flutter on their own will.

"Tell me, Naomi, why do you look at me like that?" I whisper, staring down at her eyes and her lips that she is biting.

"Like how?" She whispers.

"Like you want me to bend you over this counter and fuck your brains out."

She's silent, thinking, as she stares into my eyes.

"You can't say that." She says softly, blinking a little as she continues to stare at me.

"Why's that?" I whisper back, letting my hand fall from her face to wrap my arms around her waist.

Naomi takes in a sharp breath, but she doesn't stop me. I run my hand down the curve of her back, hovering a little on top of her ass. The little self-control in me is stopping me from bringing my hand down and grabbing her ass.

I badly want to do that.

"Mr. Black," Naomi says. Her voice comes out as a whisper.

I know I make her uncomfortable sometimes, but this, she melting against my touch, just proves that she's attracted to me. And maybe she kind of hates me, but her body seems to disagree.

I can still stay away from her. I can just move back, step away from her, tell her to take a bath and I'll drive her home and stop whatever dirty thing that I planned on doing to her, maybe avoid her and everything will be fine. But that indecent part of me, that filthy part of me won't let me do it. I am a bad man. A dirty, secular man. Maybe I don't even deserve her, but I can't ignore the throbbing ache in my pants each time I see or think about her. I want to ruin her, I want to feel her, and hell, I want to fuck her. I want to show her she can cum with my dick inside her without having to stroke her clit.

That and more.

I want to do dirty things to her. She might be feisty and stubborn, maybe hard to get, but she's still innocent. I can tell she had little experience with men. And her ex-boyfriend, whoever he is, sure didn't make her feel all that good. He didn't show her things I planned on showing her. And that can only be possible if she gives me a chance to take her to my bedroom, with her back on my sheets.

"Mr. Black." Naomi purrs, not really pushing me away or telling me to stop.

"You need to stop." She says softly, hands flattened on my chest but she doesn't push.

I smirk and let go of her waist as I wrap my hand around her neck. I don't choke her or press against her throat, but it's tight enough to let her know I'm still her boss.

Naomi licks her bottom lip as she stares into my eyes. She doesn't fight me or ask me to stop. It's fucking crazy that she's enjoying this. With her slow ragged breathing, I can tell she's completely turned on by this. By my hand around her throat and my dirty talk.

"You like it when I choke you, don't you?" I whisper into her ear.

"I don't." She lies. Right through her fucking nose.

"You don't know what you do to me when you act like that, princess. This might be too early, but I want to know you. I want to impress you." I whisper into the skin of her neck, with my hand still around her neck. " ...With my fingers and my tongue. I want to touch you, Naomi, and feel you. I want to taste you, with my tongue, and listen to you moan my name. I want to know you, princess, what you feel like with my cock inside you. I want to know if you like it rough and fast, or slow and steady. I want to know if you prefer my fingers inside you or my tongue. Fuck, I want to bend you over and taste you from behind and whichever way you want. There are so many dirty things I want to do to you, Naomi…" I whisper, with my lips hovering over her ear.

I haven't kissed her yet. I don't want to, not until she begs me to have her. I can feel her heartbeat accelerate with my hand around her neck, and fuck, my words are doing a lot of things to her right now. She's fucking horny.

"But I won't, princess. Not until you beg me to fuck you real good. And I will."

I pull back a little, letting go of her neck as I stare at her. She's quiet, and emotionless as she stares at me. The silence between us is heart-wrenching and for a second, I experienced what I hadn't experienced in a long time. Doubt.

Doubting if this sexual tension between us is just an act from her. Doubting if she is even attracted to me.

But Naomi surprises me when her next words leave her mouth.

"I'm sorry to say this, Mr. Black, but you don't always get to have whatever thing you want. And nothing's gonna make me want you, not even your sleek, sweet, dirty lines."

Damn.

Talk about a boner killer.