His Needs (Dominant Bosses Book 3), page 1
His Needs
Dominant Bosses Book 3
Ajme Williams
Contents
Also by Ajme Williams
Description
Prologue
1. Claude – Two Weeks Earlier
2. Felicia
3. Claude
4. Felicia
5. Claude
6. Felicia
7. Claude
8. Felicia
9. Claude
10. Felicia
11. Claude
12. Felicia
13. Claude
14. Felicia
15. Claude
16. Felicia
17. Claude
18. Felicia
19. Claude
20. Felicia
21. Claude
22. Felicia
23. Claude
24. Felicia
25. Claude
26. Felicia
27. Claude
28. Felicia
29. Claude
30. Felicia
31. Claude
32. Felicia
33. Claude
34. Felicia
Epilogue
His Rules (Excerpt)
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Description
I tried it all…
I hated him in the way that he deserved.
I resisted him in the way that I knew best.
But I failed.
Miserably.
It was easier to hate Claude but harder to stay out of his bed.
He wanted to win.
He wanted to control me.
And he wanted to make me submit.
The worse part?
I let him do those things.
I satisfied his billion-dollar ego by letting him adore my curves.
Falling in love with a bad boy was a… bad idea.
But Claude wasn’t just that.
He was also my enemy.
An enemy that now had my heart.
Could I still reclaim it knowing that this bad boy was going to be the end of my sanity?
What if a part of me craved to be destroyed by him?
Prologue
Felicia
This is so wrong! I must have been in a nightmare because there was no way I was dancing with Claude Monroe. Or I’d lost my mind.
The man was the bane of my existence. He was the very definition of greed and ruthlessness and selfishness. He had no respect for others. Had no honor among his peers.
And yet here I was, letting him lead me around the room at the fundraising event for his fiancé’s re-election to city council. I should have been talking to her, getting her to see what a scumbag her fiancé was and how he was using her to ruin the business I worked for, Williams Shipping, by stopping the construction of the new terminal.
But no, somehow, I was dancing with the said scumbag. God, he moved like Astaire. He smelled good, too. But he was a first-class jerk, I reminded myself.
He watched me like he was amused by me or waiting for me to claw his eyes out, which was a real possibility.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever been around when you’re so quiet. Have you ever been silent this long?”
I pursed my lips. “I’m allergic to dancing.”
“Well, that can’t be because you move too well, too gracefully. I’ve watched you move. You’re sleek, like a wild cat.”
I rolled my eyes. “Laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you, Slick?” What did he want from me? Claude Monroe never did anything without expecting something in return. And he definitely wasn’t nice or affable unless he wanted something. No, he was a transactional man. It made me wonder if the rock on Councilwoman Marilyn Embers’ finger was a payback for pulling our permits because there was no way he was in love with her.
She on the other hand thought their relationship was real, if the way she looked at him was any indication. But for him, she was a part of doing business. Oh, he smiled at her and would put his hand on her lower back. He could act like a fiancé, but it wasn’t in his eyes. No, he had more fire and passion towards me than her, but of course, towards me it was irritation and possibly hate. I was the bane of his existence too.
We’d been dancing around like boxers in the ring for months, so it was quite odd and unsettling to find myself whisked up into his arms into a real dance.
“Do you suppose we’d dislike each other if we hadn’t been at business odds?” he asked. His voice was calm, but I could see that I was starting to irk him.
“Yes.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you’re a soulless egomaniac.”
Claude always had one of two responses to me; his eyes would go flat like he was ready to murder me, or fire with heat, which also could mean he wanted to murder me. I always felt like the fiery response was an automatic reflex as opposed to the flat dead look that I was sure he mastered to appear in control. The fiery response was him not being in control. It was me getting under his skin. I was getting more and more of those fiery looks over the flat ones lately.
He inhaled a breath, and I got the feeling he was trying to give me the flat-eyed glare, but he wasn’t successful. I felt triumphant at that. I gave him a satisfied smirk.
He let out a frustrated growl and with his arm firmly wrapped around my waist, hauled me off the dance floor and out of the ballroom.
“What are you doing?” Oh God, he really was going to murder me.
For a hotel, the hall outside the ballroom was eerily vacant. He tugged me through a doorway into a room, shutting the door and locking it.
I scanned the room for something to protect myself with. It appeared to be the business center as it had a couple of computers and tables.
“What are you doing?” I said again as he pressed me against the door. If he didn’t kill me, I’d have to concede this round to him. He’d unsettled me.
“We’re going to hash this out once and for all.”
“Hash what out?” For some strange reason this was taking a turn into something other than his attempt to take my boss and friend’s business from him. A business his father had built, not that Claude cared.
“You’re going to treat me with respect.”
I laughed derisively, which may not have been the best response considering I still wasn’t sure of his intentions.
There was that flash of fire in his normally icy blue eyes. “Even if we disagree about business.”
“What else is there between us but business?” It was only then that I registered just how close he was. Closer than when we danced. I could feel the heat of his body radiating off of him, but this time it didn’t seem like the usual anger. No, this was mixed with something else.
Oh God, no. My response wasn’t that he was clearly lusting for me. No, my outcry was that my body responded. I felt an overwhelming rush of arousal whoosh through my body.
This was wrong. More wrong than the dance. His blue eyes watched me probably waiting for me to punch him, which I knew I should do, but my stupid hands were instead fisted against his chest.
“There’s this,” he growled, and his lips were on mine. The chant of no, this is wrong that had been sounding like an alarm immediately went silent. Instead, my body chanted yes, yes.
Everything about Claude was perfect, except his personality and his lack of morals. If he failed at business, which I wished he would, he could have a successful career as a model or actor. He had thick blond hair and icy blue eyes that harkened back to Redford and Newman. He spent a fortune on suits that accentuated his build; tall, broad, strong.
I would have thought I w
He growled again as he turned me around, sliding his hands up my legs, lifting my dress as he did. He pushed me until I hit a table and he lifted me to sit on it. All the while his tongue was doing masterful things in my mouth.
“I like your mouth better when it’s not talking,” he murmured as he pulled away and dropped to his knees.
Back at you, I thought. But then he pulled the panel of my panties to the side, and I realized what he was doing. He drew his tongue through my folds and my breath left my lungs.
“Claude…” This had to stop. I put my hand on his head to stop him, but then he sucked my clit, and instead my hand held him to me as I begged him to fuck me with his mouth.
The things he did to my mouth were a hundred times more erotic on my pussy. I writhed as electric currents snapped and crackled through my blood. God, it felt so good. I felt the pleasure building, growing. My pussy was convulsing, my hips undulating.
“Fuck, so good…” He yanked my panties down, pushing my legs wider and I screamed out as his mouth consumed my pussy. I was on fire from the inside out.
My orgasm hit at a million miles per hour. My entire body went taut and then pleasure flooded me, hot and wild, and devastating just like the man.
1
Claude – Two Weeks Earlier
I stood staring out the window overlooking the Pacific Ocean. As views went, it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t Athens or Monaco. Or Paris or Zurich. Still, it was better than many cities I’d been over my thirty-one years. Sure, I was raised with the proverbial silver-spoon in Europe, but when I rebelled against my absent, never-could-be-pleased parents, I slummed it across the world, seeing the underbelly of these famous cities as well as other not-so-highly regarded cities. My parents didn’t seem to give a shit whether I tossed my life away or not, and ultimately, I decided I’d out do them. I got my shit together, finishing school and then attending the London School of Business. I suppose it was a sign of support that my mother let me take over the shipping fleet she inherited, or maybe it was just convenient as she and my father much prefer not to work and instead spend the money gallivanting around the world.
These days, my work to make the Vitalis shipping fleet the largest in the world has brought me to California. Never in all my travels, and then later as I took over my mother’s shipping empire, did I imagine I’d be owning a nondescript building in San Pedro, California. Of course, it was right outside Los Angeles, another world-known city, and it was where the Port of Los Angeles was located, where I was having an unusually difficult time acquiring an established, growing shipping company, Williams Shipping. It was fucking frustrating.
Most business owners I met in my expansion plans were happy to take my money and run, but not Ryker Williams. The man had a sappy sentimental streak for the company his father started. He’d turned me down flat, but I, of course, found a way in through a shipping line he invested in in Greece. Now we were partners of sorts, but he continued to thwart my plans. Actually, he sent his second in command, Felicia Collins, to deal with me. I couldn’t decide what bothered me more; that he didn’t give me the respect I deserved to deal with me personally, or he sent a woman with the body of Venus and the mouth of a sailor, a combination that I found annoyingly enticing.
One thing I’d learned in life as I dealt with parents who couldn’t be bothered with me or pleased by me, and a singular focus to build the largest shipping company in the world, was control. Control of emotions, and yes, control of the libido. Felicia Collins, too often, tested both.
The door to my office opened and Giorgio Spanos entered.
“Claude,” he said by way of greeting. I’d met him as a teen when I’d given the proverbial middle finger to my parents and ran off. He’d been the kid I met on the street who could have just as easily kicked the shit out of me, but instead, he showed me how to survive.
Later, when I returned to Athens after my education, I found him working in organized crime. He was a rough and raw man, but smart. I hired him initially to work security for me, but quickly he moved up in the company.
Behind him, Eleni Angelopoulos entered. In many ways she was like Felicia; smart and driven. But whereas Felicia had a temper like a cornered wild cat, Eleni was cool and aloof, like me. When I took over my mother’s company, Eleni was the only one that wasn’t inept or corrupt in the business. I kept her and fired everyone else. With her as my assistant, she and I were building a worldwide empire.
“Good morning,” I said, motioning them to sit while I stood behind my desk. “I’m tired of fucking around with Williams. We need to speed up the timeline on the acquisition.”
Eleni scoffed. “They’ve tied our hands. Mr. Williams and Mr. Manion won’t budge on the terminal project.”
“Even if we try to force Manion out to squeeze Williams’ financial strain tighter, you don’t have enough stake in the company to take charge,” Giorgio said.
All this I knew. I didn’t care. “I want this done by next month.”
“Do you have some nefarious plan you want me to enact?” Giorgio asked.
I smiled as I liked how he was willing to go to the dark side for me. Eleni frowned at him. If I had a conscience, it was her.
“We keep things above board. That means no more fist fights with Williams’ people,” I said pointedly to Giorgio, who had gotten into a fight with Zach Clarke, who had a history similar to mine, although now worked as a foreman. I wondered if Troy knew his head construction man came from affluence.
Giorgio shrugged non-committedly.
“I have an ace in hand that I’ll play if necessary.”
Eleni turned her disapproving eyes on me. “I don’t think Ms. Embers is going to help you. She’s the real deal when it comes to politics. You’re not going to entice her to cross the line.”
She was right to a certain extent. The council woman I’d been dating, Marilyn Embers, was a true believer in making the world, or at least the city, a better place.
“Oh, I don’t know. Most women can be bought.” Everyone that I’d offered money or power always took me up on it.
Eleni’s eyes flashed with annoyance. Surprisingly, Giorgio’s did too. I wondered why he was irked at my efforts with the council woman. This wasn’t the first time I used charm and money to manipulate a woman for profits.
“Current company not included,” I amended to avoid offending Eleni. I opened the drawer of my desk and pulled out a small blue box.
Eleni rolled her eyes. “Not even that will make her go against her values. Face it, Claude, the people here just won’t be taken in by you.”
My jaw tightened, but I worked to loosen in. Control. “You underestimate me, Eleni?”
She shook her head. “No. I know what you’re capable of. I worry that you’re capable of more.”
I hated when she looked at me like that. I often felt like she was trying to save my soul, but I’d sold it long ago.
“Ms. Embers won’t have to sacrifice her values. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. To her, this will all be on the up and up.” I opened the box to show them the ring I’d bought her.
