Stalking Ginevra (Morally Black Book 4)

My nipples still ache from yesterday’s encounter with Bob Brisket. The muscles in my pussy still spasm with need.

That masked bastard is corrupting my spirit.

I lean against the elevator wall, gripping the handrail so tightly that my knuckles ache. My gaze fixes on the numbers above, watching them ascend toward the thirtieth floor. No matter how much I try to force back those memories, they rise to the surface, bringing with them a festering mix of anger and humiliation.

And an unquenchable desire.

The doors slide open, revealing the office thick with hostility. What was once a second home now feels more like a trap. Pressure builds in my chest, ready to explode. Mom has a point. It’s time for me to find another job.

I step out into the reception area, only to hear, “Did you find The Meat Show okay?”

My gaze snaps to Pamela’s smug face, and a question slices through my already frayed nerves. Did she know what was waiting for me yesterday?

Heart hammering, I breathe hard, forcing my features to stay neutral. I won’t let her see me rattled. But that smirk pulling at her lips heats my blood. Anger and humiliation coil through my gut, ready to snap at the barest provocation. My muscles twitch, wanting to lash out, and my lungs burn with the urge to scream at this duplicitous bitch for sending me into a trap.

But despite that knowing smirk, it’s not Pamela who handles client relations. That’s the remit of our new office manager.

Holding my tongue, I storm past her, my heels clacking against the marble floor. I can feel her eyes burning into my back as I weave around the cubicles and head toward the corner office.

I should have known something was wrong. It didn’t make sense to pull me from a lucrative account like Bellavista only to send me to a strip club. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was in cahoots with Bob Brisket.

If Terranova wants revenge so badly, why doesn’t he just fire me? Or is he making me suffer in Dad’s place? Curling my hands into fists, I tighten my abs, ready to confront the bastard who’s been pulling my strings.

As I near the corner office, Julian rises from his seat like a jack in the box. “Ginny?”

My spine stiffens. He’s been hovering close ever since that humiliating climax. Don’t think I didn’t notice that half-assed erection straining through his pants. My jaw clenches. I don’t have time to deal with his feelings, and I sure as hell don’t want to rehash the incident with the sex toy.

He grabs my arm, but I shrug him off without breaking my stride. “Not now.”

“This is important,” he whines, trailing after me like a lost dog.

I don’t turn around. If this is his attempt to explain that he didn’t steal Bellavista, he can save it. Terranova hasn’t been in the firm long enough to gauge either of our abilities. We both know our boss handed the work to Julian out of spite.

Two of Terranova’s goons step in my path, standing like statues in front of the office door. The sight of their broad shoulders blocking my path is like gasoline on the flames of my fury.

“I need to see Mr. Terranova,” I say.

Neither of them budge. They stare down at me, their eyes cold and unblinking.

The muscles in my jaw tighten, and the frustration that’s been welling up in my gut since I reached the Meat Show boils over.

“Are you going to let me in?” I ask.

The larger of the pair smirks as if my situation is a joke.

“That client meeting was a set-up,” I snap. “You bastards sent me into a trap!”

The office falls into a dead silence, the open-plan space suddenly feeling too small, too crowded. Every head turns or rises from the cubicles, their eyes on me. Yesterday’s humiliation crashes over my ego in a wave, turning my anger into something sharper.

I’m about to cite a dozen sexual harassment statutes when Terranova’s voice sounds from behind the door. “Let her in.”

The goons exchange smirks, confirming my every suspicion. They probably all laughed about sending me to meet a sexual predator.

Heart pounding, I shove open the door, bracing myself to unleash a storm.

Then my entire world stops.

Terranova stands bent over his desk, his body pressed against a woman’s back. Blonde hair spills across the polished wood as he drives into her with hard, relentless thrusts. Nausea churns in my gut, freezing me in place.

Dad’s office is no longer the place I knew. It’s been defiled, transformed into something grotesque. No wonder the goons were snickering. They knew their boss was having sex.

Not wanting to stick around for Terranova’s tryst, I spin on my heel and reach for the door. Sweat breaks out across my fingers, making them slip over the handle. When the door won’t budge, I tug harder.

Panic grips my throat as the truth slaps me upside the head. Terranova’s goons have either locked the door or are holding it shut. Grunts and gasps and groans fill the small space, each hard thrust making me shudder. The air is thick with the scent of sex, making me sway on my feet.

“Let me out of here,” I yell.

The assholes on the other side of the door snicker.

“Nick…” says a female voice, breathy with the sound of pleasure.

“Tell Miss Di Marco about her father,” Terranova growls.

The words slice through my consciousness like a blade. My skin prickles, and cold dread tightens in my chest. The mere mention of Dad hangs in the air, ready to detonate. Despite every instinct screaming at me to leave, I force my gaze back to that disgusting scene.

The woman splayed out on the desk like a perverted picnic is Martina. Lust contorts her pretty features but her eyes burn with malice. The moment our gazes meet, my stomach plummets with dread.

Lips trembling, she tries to speak, but the words are caught in her throat. She moans and pants with each of his thrusts, but Terranova won’t pause long enough for her to catch a breath.

“If you want to come, you’ll tell her.” He punctuates every word with another snap of the hips, as though his dick is forcing out the truth.

“I… was having an affair with your dad.” The words spill out, jagged and broken. “I was also…. Oh… in bed with him… Ah… when the gunman blew out his brains.”

The confession hits like a punch to the gut. I stagger back, my ass hitting the wooden door, my world spinning out of control.

Everything I thought I knew about Martina and Dad shatters into a thousand tiny shards of confusion. My mind reels, flipping through memories like a frantic slideshow. I don’t remember them being particularly close.

“Why would you sleep with my dad?” The question tumbles from my lips a breathy whisper.

Martina’s eyes flash with malevolence, before she releases a breathless laugh. “Because I was too young to realize he was a predator.”

Her words hang in the air, but they can’t penetrate the fog of disbelief. This can’t be right—it doesn’t make sense. My pulse races, hammering in my ears, drowning out a reality too painful to face.

“How?” I rasp.

Terranova picks up his strokes, pounding into Martina hard enough to break her in half.

“My parents… Oh, God,” she says with a moan. “They used to send me over to your place.” She shivers as he reaches between their bodies. “You were always… Aaah… Fuck!”

I clench my jaw, trying to follow her train of thought.

“You were always….”

I’m about to tune out when Terranova eases off, allowing Martina to say, “You were always out with the Montesanos, leaving me alone with your dad.” Her voice drips with resentment, and her eyes glint with feral hatred. “You were too preoccupied with Benito to notice me.”

The mention of Benito jolts me out of my shock, and my mind races through old memories for signs I’d overlooked. Martina never mentioned spending time with Dad. Even when he invited her to intern at the firm, I just assumed it was because of our friendship. I spent too much time with my fiancés to notice what was happening.

But Mom did.

She kept insisting that Dad was having an affair with a blonde. I was stupid enough to tell her that he spent all his time with Julian and Martina.

“Is that why you’re sleeping with our boss now? What’s your excuse this time?” I cringe as I say the words, barely able to look at her reddened face. She pants and moans like a mockery of a porn star.

What the hell am I saying? She’s a victim, not a vixen. Dad probably groomed her to submit to his authority.

Her face hardens, her breath hitching as Terranova continues his ruthless pace. “Not everyone… Aaah!”

“What?” I snap.

“Not everyone has a life handed to them by rich daddies.” She pauses, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Oh, fuck… Rich dads and even richer fiancés,” she says through heavy, panting breaths. “Some of us… Oooh… Some. Of. Us. Have. To work. For a living.”noveldrama

The venom in her words slashes through my last defense, ripping open fresh wounds. I stare at her, disbelief mingling with hurt. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“You stupid bitch,” she screeches. “Why didn’t you notice?”

Terranova reaches beneath her and does something to cut off her rant with a moan.

“Nick,” she says through a gasp. “I’m coming.”

“Good girl.”

This time, when I try the door, it opens. I rush through the office, my vision blinded with tears. How is every secret rising to the surface? How could I have never noticed Martina’s burning resentment?

I run to the elevator, ignoring Julian’s cries for me to stop. Only one person can straighten things out, and it’s time to speak to Mom.