The Accountant

Chapter 6 Sent From Heaven Dominic

The little sleep he had last night, even after jacking off with thoughts of his detka had him in a foul

mood. Add his hangover, he was looking for an excuse to kill anyone today. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Where the fuck was Alec? His general had gone out before Dominic woke up. He needed some

positive news about his woman and he needed to meet the freelance accountant today for a few

minutes. After that, he was free for the day. His one-track goal was to personally go to his detka's place

to fuck and kidnap her. Or which opportunity came first. He would prefer the former. If his general had

found the fucking address.

Motherfucker! He was crazy about her. One night will never be enough.

She had turned his world upside down. And now she was nowhere to be found.

His face grim, men gave him a wide berth while he entered his building. Though sensing his rage, the

women were still staring at him blatantly, drawn to his wild, untamed persona. Dominic ignored them

all, going straight to his personal elevator directing him to his office. More like a suite of rooms because

he also had a bed, bath, and closet here. Though not of use, he kept them prepared for emergencies.

Reaching his spacious office, he growled upon finding the room empty. He needed to fucking calm

down. It was early but a drink would be a great idea. A shot of whiskey this time. Swirling his expensive

drink in the glass, he waited for Alec to come through the door. Or his secretary. And waited. Scowling,

he glanced at his custom made Omega.

If his 9 o'clock appointment was also late, he swore to God, --he pinched the bridge of his nose--

fucking patience was overrated.

Alec's deep rumble finally filled his ears. He was speaking to someone in their native tongue. Must be

nanny Sandri.

Dominic's glower became darker, hearing a nasally irritating voice response from the other party.

You've got to be fucking kidding me!

Wanting to get rid of the unwelcome visitor right away, he strode to the door. Both turned to him when

he opened it with a whoosh.

Alec inclined his head while the woman before him smiled delightedly. Fuck, no!

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dominic growled, not hiding his displeasure. The bitch was a past

dalliance some years back. Apparently, she still possessed a small functioning brain since she had the

sense to use her over-riped beauty and became an underwear model in LA.

"Dominic, baby." He curled his lips in disgust at her sickly sweet voice.

Petra Levinsky had almost cost his parents' marriage. The whore tried to seduce his father. And his

mother caught her. If he was a lesser man, he would have succumbed. The incident happened right

after blowing him when he was too drunk to fuck her. She was left to her own devices to wander at their

estate and victimized his sire. Thank God the former mafia king was faithful --pussy whipped-- to his

mother.

"Leave or I will call security!" His nose was flaring in annoyance. Rage was not far off. He was on the

verge of strangling her.

"You can't mean that, baby. I heard you are back. I want to welcome you properly." She batted her fake

lashes. How wrong he was to have thought the bitch was beautiful. She was nothing compared to his

angel.

"We fucked once a long time ago. Now we are done. Leave!" He said harshly and gripped her wrist

tightly when her hand went to the lapel of his suit. His intention was to shove her away from him in

disgust.

The air behind him stirred and the hair on his nape prickled. He stilled and he heard...

"Shit!"

That couldn't be. Fuck! Just one word. and he knew right away. That was his detka's angelic voice.

Well, as angelic as can be from her cuss.

He shove Petra away from him uncaring if she fell and turned to face his woman. Disbelief and surprise

reflected in his eyes.

"Detka?" Hell! And she saw him with another woman. Well, technically not with another woman but still

he didn't want her to get the wrong impression. He was a manwhore before, years ago in his misspent

youth but that was before her.

His angel was looking at him with sadness in her eyes. He couldn't have that. He will never cheat on

her and jeopardize his chances.

Definitely, the chance was presented to him in a silver platter. And he was no fool.

God, she was beautiful even with thick glasses. He was looking forward to fucking her with those pairs

on. It would be an erotic office fantasy come true. He shuddered. Every muscle in his body stilled.

What was she doing here? He wondered. Who the fuck cares? As long as she was here nothing else

mattered.

"Dominic, baby?" The irritating nasal voice behind him jolted him out of his plans.

"Leave!" He growled without turning. His angel jumped in fright. He watched horrified at her flight mode.

"I...I'm sorry, sir...I'll leave." She whispered. Glancing around nervously. No! Not her.

"Not you, my detka. I meant..." He turned for a moment and pointed his finger at Petra. "You. Alec, call

security."

"But, baby, " his general smirked and he dragged the unwanted bitch away.

His woman shuffled her feet. She was looking anywhere but his eyes. Adorable. His world suddenly

brightened and his hangover left him.

Nanny Sandri, his secretary cleared her throat. Curiosity and interest in her knowing eyes.

"Yes, nan?" He encouraged fondly. It was his utmost belief nanny Sandri was here to spy for his

mother. They were bosom buddies.

"Ms. Beau Anderson is your 9 o'clock, tzar." There was a twinkle in her eyes as she announced the

information.

Really now. Interesting. Beau Anderson. His accountant. His lips curved appreciatively. Was that her

real name?

"Thank you, nan. I will handle it from here." His velvety grays gazed at his woman intently. "We are not

to be disturb, please." He murmured. His voice deepening and he watched Beau trying to suppress her

shivers.

"Of course, tzar." Nanny Sandri bowed before leaving them in the hallway.

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"Beau." Hearing his voice, she looked up at him. Her brown eyes were wary. God! She was gorgeous.

Even more so in natural light.

"I...ah...I have work. Yeah. Shit!" She tried to talk. Her cheeks were red and she was breathing heavily.

He chuckled. Couldn't help it. She was fucking cute. And sexy. Her petite form was in a light mocha

long-sleeved dress with baby collars that accentuated her cute ass and perfectly round breasts.

"I don't think I can do this. I have to go." She squeaked again and she was ready to bolt. Sobering, he

reacted right away. He would not take any chances of her escaping again.

"Oh no, you don't. You are not going anywhere." He hissed. To prove his point, he hefted her like a

sack of potatoes on his shoulder, went inside his office and locked the doors behind them. Ignoring her

protests and curses and he deposited them both on his couch with her on his lap.

"You have to let me go, Dominic!" She demanded. She folded her arms petulantly and looked defiantly

away from him. Cute.

"We have unfinished business, my angel." He murmured, nuzzling her neck. She smelled great and

she was so womanly soft against his hard body. Fuck! His unruly cock was instantly hard too. She

stiffened, feeling him poke her dainty ass.

"What unfinished business. I thought I'd never see you again." She argued, breathless and panting with

arousal. Hmmm, nice. She arched in his arms.

So fucking responsive.

He began to caress her back. The attraction was mutual. It was there. To explore until they burst. Yet...

"You left me." Dominic accused. The memory stung. He woke up wanting her and she was gone. No

more. She will never leave him.

"But...but that's a one-time thing only." She sputtered. Confused. He was too but he let the topic go. He

had something more interesting activity in mind.

His hand went to the hem of her dress instead, cupping her knees.

"Not for me." He answered with finality. Deft fingers glided to her inner thighs. She clenched in reaction.

"Fuck!"

Losing patience, he threaded his fingers to her lustrous brown hair and held her while he kissed her

hard. He drove the kiss for them, she tried to push him away, he growled and reached for her hands to

secure them behind her back. He softened the kiss, nibbling her lips and tracing them open with his

tongue, he continued to coax a reaction from her.

Drawing her closer, not an inch between them, her soft mounds flattened on his chest. Shit! Any more

of this and he will end up fucking her in his office.

Actually, that was a brilliant idea. He had never done it before. Never with his past lovers. His office

was his holy ground. It was not a place for his pleasure. It was for his family and empire. But for her, he

will break his rules. She was different and she will be a part of it all.

When she moaned throatily, he had made up his mind. His Beau needed him and hot damn, he was

too starved for her to stop.

Beau kissed him back with urgency and hunger it boggled his mind. Finally. He let her hands go to

shrug out of his coat, she frantically helped him with his tie, next were his buttons. With trembling

hands, she tried to help him. She groaned. He chuckled when she lost patience and tugged his dress

shirt hard, scattering the buttons on the carpeted floor.

Goal accomplished, her hot palms caress his shoulders, his sculpted chest, and abs making his whole

body hard especially his dick. His skin was hot and he trembled from her worshipping touch.

Enough! He growled. His fingers tried to look for the zipper of her dress but he couldn't. Fuck it!

Hardening his grip on her neckline, he yanked the cloth down none too gently, the dainty material gave.

The tearing sounds heightened the tense moment. Exposing her heaving breasts encased in a black

lace bra, he groaned and ripped it as well.

"My God, Dominic! You can't just..." He flicked her eager pale brown nipple with his tongue and she

moaned instead, cutting whatever protest she was trying to make. His other hand was equally busy

kneading the neglected swollen luscious mound.

"I'll buy you hundreds," he promised before suckling her nipples noisily. She cried out and held his face

to her breasts. He groaned his approval. Her moans were music to his ears. The louder the better.

Didn't fucking care if the whole world listened. Everyone in his building will know she was his by the

end of the day.

He feasted on her generous bounty but he needed more. His cock was so fucking hard he had to be

inside her soon. Now.

"Dominic, please." She pleaded, grinding down on him. He hissed, holding her hips.

She never had to tell him twice. With ease, he encouraged her to stand so he could unbuckle the belt

and unzip his pants. His painfully throbbing cock was released from its confines and he sighed in relief.

The head angry red and pulsing, dripping. His hand felt under her dress to remove her thong. He heard

a tearing sound again. Oops.

She eagerly settled back on his lap, legs spread apart, eager to ride him. He had taught her well. With

her juices flowing, the head easily glided on her slit, hitting her clit.

Motherfucker! He fisted his dick, guiding the bulbous head to her tiny hole. Both shuddering in

anticipation. As she slowly sank on his thick length, he suckled her neck. Making her moan in pleasure.

He promised to fuck her thoroughly later. They both needed to take the edge off first.

His angel's cunny was so fucking tight, he felt his cum boiling in his balls. Not yet. He grasped her cute

ass to bring her down on him. Impaling every thick inch of his rod deep inside her, his cock head hitting

her womb. She cried out loud. Her back arched, he gladly took what she was offering. With his hot

mouth on her hard tips, he began to undulate his hips, thrusting hard into her. With hands-on her dewy

buttocks, he guided her up and down his cock. She sobbed in ecstasy. Her juices coating his balls.

"Fuck, baby! You feel so good, my love." He praised her and groaned in pleasure. His face on her soft

breasts, he deeply savored her scent. "Come on my cock. Let me feel it." He was losing control. The

days without her was torture.

He clenched his hands firmly on her hips, forcing her to ride his dick faster. Harder. Fuck! It wouldn't

take long.

Her nails scraped his scalp, adding to the animalistic sensation. With his mouth sucking her nipple, his

dick hitting the right spot, again and again, he reached down to press on her clit. That was all it took for

his baby to cum.

With her dainty fingers on his head, she smothered him on her chest as she wailed her powerful

orgasm. Everyone outside the door could have heard her. The thought added to his arousal. The pussy

walls contracting to milk his slick cock was his downfall.

Fuck yes! His balls tightened and that was it. Thrusting deep one last time, he unloaded his seed deep

inside her. Roaring her name, he filled her up again and again until his balls were empty. Some of his

come escaped her tight spasming pussy, staining the soft cushion beneath them. He didn't give a

damn. He liked the scent of their combined juices in the enclosed space.

His detka collapsed on top of him. They were both panting, struggling for breath, their hearts thudding.

Dazed from the out of this world experience. If he had doubts before, all were put to rest. She was his.

"Dominic..." She moaned.

"I know, my love. I know."

He knew that he will never let her go. This was not just lust. This was something more. Something

worth keeping.