Chapter 5 Cracked
MIREILLE’S POV
The sun had barely cracked over the horizon when I snuck out of the apartment. I arrived at the towering glass headquarters of S.A.S. Groups, my anxiety spiking with every step. I almost turned right back around the moment the polished, flawless receptionist asked who I was there to see. I swallowed the rising lump of embarrassment, forcing myself to focus on Kian.
“Kian,” I said, forcing a wave of determination into my voice. I couldn't afford to get cold feet now. “Kian Shane.”
The receptionist offered a deeply skeptical look, her eyes scanning over my ripped baggy jeans and black crop top. She clearly had some thoughts about my outfit, but she chose to keep her mouth shut, simply shrugging.
“Do you have an appointment?” she asked dryly.
I shook my head. “But please just tell him Mireille is here. I’m positive he’ll want to see me,” I said, my voice faltering at the end.
“I’m sorry, but no one goes up without an appointment,” she replied with a dismissive note of finality.
“But this is incredibly important!” I protested, leaning over the desk.
“Then call his cell instead of whining in my lobby,” she snapped back, completely over it.
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, scrolling furiously through my contacts until I found his name. I hit dial, holding the phone to my ear. It rang twice before the line clicked open.
“Hey, Kian,” I said, letting a wave of affection bleed into my tone. “I’m actually downstairs in the lob—”
“—I am extremely busy, Mireille,” Kian cut in, his voice cold and clipped.
Before I could even utter another word, the line went dead. A hot, furious blush stained my cheeks as the dial tone beeped loudly in my ear. The receptionist let out a cruel chuckle, not even bothering to hide her amusement at my blatant rejection. Defeated and humiliated, I turned around and began the long, agonizing walk back toward the exit.
Oof!
I grunted as I slammed directly into a broad, completely unyielding wall of a chest.
“You don't watch where you're going, and then you want to blame me for getting in your way?” an annoyingly familiar, deeply velvety voice murmured, laced with pure amusement.
I went entirely pale. I didn't even need to raise my head to know who it was. I gasped loudly as my worst fears were confirmed, taking a frantic step back, my eyes darting around the lobby searching for literally anyone to save me. Slaine just chuckled, casually shoving his hands into the pockets of his expensive black trousers.
“Looking for a savior?” he asked, as if he could read my thoughts like an open book. His playful expression vanished instantly, replaced by a dark, dangerous intensity. “After the little stunt you pulled at my father's house, you're right to need one.”
The blatant threat in his words wasn't lost on me. I squared my jaw, refusing to let him see me tremble.
“You’re the one who needs to stay the hell away from me,” I accused, lowering my voice to a fierce whisper. “You literally just cost me a three-year relationship!”
He just chuckled again, completely unaffected by my rage.
“What is so funny?!” I snapped.
“Nothing,” he shrugged, an innocent, wicked smile playing on his lips. “Just realizing I was completely right to call you a Storm.”
Unable to tolerate his presence for another second, I spun around to walk away, but he was faster. His hand shot out, wrapping tightly around my upper arm and effortlessly spinning me back in the direction we had just come from.
“Let me go!” I hissed, struggling against his grip.
“You can either come up to my office peacefully, or I can physically bundle you up and carry you there myself. Personally, I don't care either way, but I doubt your ego can handle the scene.”
The fight immediately drained out of me. I went stiff as he dragged me past the front desk.
“Good morning, Mr. Shane,” the receptionist stammered, her jaw dropping as she watched the entire dramatic display unfold.
Slaine didn't even give her a courtesy nod. He kept dragging me down the executive hallway, pushing open the heavy oak door to a massive corner office, and slammed it shut, clicking the lock firmly into place.
“What are you—” I started, but the words were cut off as his large body immediately trapped mine, pinning my back flat against the locked door. “—doing?” I finished in a breathless whisper, swallowing hard.
His hand reached up, his long fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw.
“Whatever you think you had with my brother, forget it,” he murmured, his voice a low, heavy rumble that vibrated right through my chest. “You belong to me now.” He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “Mine alone,” he finished in a dark growl.
“I am not—”
His lips slammed onto mine, cutting off my protest with a hot, consuming, breathless kiss. My lips parted instinctively under the pressure, and he immediately took advantage, deepening the kiss with a fierce possession. His hand traveled up, gripping my breast tightly over my crop top. A loud moan escaped my throat, which he instantly swallowed.
“Say my name,” he growled against my skin, dragging his lips down the sensitive column of my neck to my shoulder.
“Slaine,” I gasped out, completely losing my mind to the heat. “Slaine,” I repeated, entirely helpless against the sensation.
He fiercely pulled down the fabric of my top, baring my skin, and bent his head to open his mouth over my nipple.
“Fuck!” I moaned out loud, my fingers locking into his dark curls, unconsciously anchoring him closer against my chest.
This was entirely wrong. I knew I needed to stop. I needed to push him away and remember Kian, but my hands were doing the exact opposite, pulling him tighter against me.
Reaching down, I aggressively gripped the heavy hardness straining against his trousers. I slid my hands up and down the length of his engorged flesh, completely driven by a sudden, wicked instinct.
“Yes. Exactly like that,” he groaned, his voice thick with praise before he returned his mouth to my skin.
My fingers fumbled with his belt, prying it open from the buckle. I slid my hand inside his briefs, wrapping my fingers around his bare, throbbing length. He threw his head back, letting out a ragged, undone growl.
“Fuck.” He suddenly gripped my wrists, forcefully tearing my hands away from his pants. Before I could protest, he bent low, scooped my legs out from under me, and hoisted me into his arms. He marched straight over to his massive mahogany desk, sweeping the paperwork onto the floor with one swipe of his arm, and laid me down flat on the wood.
He violently yanked my jeans and underwear down until I was completely bare to his gaze. His long fingers slowly traced the sensitive skin of my vulva, his green eyes burning with an intense, unholy lust. He bent his head, positioning his face directly between my spread thighs.
“Say you are mine,” he commanded, his hot breath fanning against my damp center. He pressed a warm, wet kiss directly against my clitoris.
“All yours,” I whimpered, completely undone as his long fingers delved deep into my slick softness, making my hips buck violently off the desk. “Please, take me.”
He let out a dark chuckle. That was the only warning I got before he braced his weight and plunged himself entirely inside my wet, tight heat. I let out a loud shriek, my back arching off the table as he began to move inside me. His fingers worked in tandem with his hips, his tongue teasing my sensitive skin.
“Aaa... hhh!” I moaned, twisting wildly under him.
His free hand shot up, slamming flat against my stomach to anchor me down against the mahogany wood, keeping me pinned under his heavy thrusts.
“Please, Slaine,” I begged, tears of pleasure blurring my vision.
He kept up the brutal, relentless pace, driving me completely over the edge.
“Al... most,” I panted, my eyes closed, my fingers ripping through my own hair.
“Slaine! Is Mireille in there with you?!” Kian’s loud, muffled voice suddenly exploded from the other side of the office door.
I froze instantly, my heart violently leaping into my throat. Beneath me, Slaine went completely rigid, his body still deeply buried inside me, his mouth hovering just inches from my skin.
