Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 205: Harper Bell [R18]

The office door swung open with a groan and Darren strode in, face squeezed and annoyed, thoughts spiraling.

The room was well arranged as he expected: mahogany desk gleaming like polished bone, leather chairs squat and bloated as if stuffed with the carcasses of lesser men, and his carpet was so plush it seemed to suck at the soles of his polished loafers.

He smelled coffee and saw the cup on his desk, right beside his computer. Darren walked up to it, picked it up and took two big gulps of its content.

Harper Bell stood near the desk, a microfiber cloth in one hand, her dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail that grazed the collar of her fitted black blouse.

Since Darren entered, her gaze had not left him. Her green eyes were soft as they searched his face, as if waiting for a crack in his armor. To show mercy.

"The office is done, sir," she said, her voice low and careful, threaded with a warmth she couldn't quite suppress. "Everything's in order. Just the way you like it."

Darren didn't respond immediately. He crossed the room in long, restless strides, stopping at the window. His reflection stared back, but Darren pretended not to see it. As though he was afraid of his own face.

He pressed a hand against the cool glass, his mind racing toward the evening's meeting with Archibald Mooney.

'Fuck!' he thought. 'I can't stop thinking about that.'

Darren knew Mr. Mooney was completely different from his rivals so far. He was the head. The Lion.

Everyone knew that Archibald was a chessmaster, his motives shrouded in layers of charm and calculation. So what exactly was this invitation about?

Darren could think of many things but he couldn't be certain. What did he want? A partnership? A power play? Darren's fingers twitched, betraying the anxiety gnawing at him.

Harper saw his expression and walked close to him. Her blouse, a flimsy sheath of white silk, clung to her like a lover's desperate embrace, outlining the sharp peaks of her collarbone and the soft swell of her breasts, trembling with every shallow breath.

She wasn't used to this kind of clothing. Hell, she used to be a security. But ever since Darren caught her and gave her this atonement, she had accepted it fully. It was much better than being blacklisted.

The skirt she wore was as tight as a tourniquet. It rode up her thighs, exposing pale flesh that shimmered like fresh snow under the fluorescent glare.

Darren felt her coming and glanced at her direction. His eyes raked over her but he only let out a sigh and looked forward. Then, he abandoned the window, walked to his desk and tossed his briefcase onto it.

Harper appeared behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "You seem tense, sir. Maybe a massage could help."

Darren paused, feeling her breath on his neck. "Yeah, maybe."

He sat down and she went to work, softly squeezing his shoulders, soothing his back and chest in the process.

It was a relieving feeling, but not long after, Darren wanted more.

As if she could tell, Harper left his shoulders, her movements mechanical, her heels clicking on the floor like the ticking of a doomsday clock.

Then, she presented herself before Darren, her hands clasped in front of her, trembling like leaves in a storm, her breath catching in her throat as Darren got on his feet and circled her.

His gaze was a blade, slicing through her defenses, peeling back layers of dignity until she stood raw and exposed, a sacrificial lamb on his altar of depravity.

"You're so fucking good at this, Harper," he said, his voice dropping low, a growl that rumbled like thunder in his chest. "Maybe I should praise myself for being a good teacher, but you have learnt very well."

He stopped behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body, a furnace of twisted desire that scorched the air between them. His breath grazed her neck, hot and damp.

"Thank you, sir," she whispered, her soft voice even tinier from anxiety.

"Bend over," he commanded. She complied, leaning forward, her palms pressing against the desk's cold surface, the wood biting into her skin like the teeth of a trap.

Her skirt rode higher, exposing the backs of her thighs, pale and vulnerable, a canvas for his filthy intentions.

Darren's hand grazed her hip, his fingers rough as burlap, tracing the curve of her body with a possessiveness that made her stomach churn like a cesspool.

Harper was already squirming. She couldn't control himself anytime he touched her, no matter how little. It was like her entire body was sensitive and only his fingers held the switch.

His touch was a violation, a brand seared into her flesh, marking her as his in this hellish ritual they'd played out too many times before. Everything in the room watched.

"You like this, don't you?" he said, his voice a taunting lilt, his fingers tightening, digging into her like claws into soft earth. "You always do."

"Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice steady despite the storm raging in her chest, her heart pounding like a war drum. "I love it when you touch me." She stared at the desk, at the grain of the wood swirling like the chaos in her mind.

Darren removed her skirt and slowly stuck a finger inside her. She moaned.

"Tell me you want it," he said.

"I want it, sir," she said. "Please. Give it to me."

He thrusted his fingers in and out of her. Over and over, out of nowhere, so fast that she began to vibrate, and was already on the verge of a very... very... very... strong orga...

Darren pulled his fingers away.

"No! Nghh— sir!"

Darren's chuckle was sinister, and of course it was. What he just did to that needy woman was an unforgivable act.

"You're becoming quite spoiled, aren't you, Harper?"

She turned and looked at him, her eyes low and sad, begging him. "No. I was just... It's just that I was close."

"Ah. So you fully intended on coming before me?"

Harper shook her head. "No. No. I only... c— cum when you tell me too, sir."

Darren gave her an affirmative yet steel gaze. "Get on your knees."

Like a slave, she obeyed, lowering herself from his table and falling to her knees.

Darren looked down at her. "You know what to do, Harper," he said, his voice a low growl.

"Yes... I do." She nodded, her cheeks flushing with anticipation. Then, staring at his crotch area through his expensive black trousers, she reached out, her small hands unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

Finally, with a bite of her lips, she pulled down his boxers.

Darren's cock sprang free, already hard and ready. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, as though she was thanking him for giving her such a beautiful cock.

Which, in fact, she was.

Then, with saliva falling from her lips, she took him into her mouth.

Harper started slow, her lips wrapping around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head.

Darren groaned, his hands fisting in her hair. "That's it, Harper," he encouraged. "Take it all."

She obeyed, relaxing her throat as he slid deeper, until his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but Darren didn't stop.

Feeling her throat gave him a rush of momentum, and so he held her head in place and started thrusting his hips forward, fucking her throat.

Gwap! Gwap! Slurp! Swurp!!

Spit flew off the sides of her mouth as his cock plunged deeper into her.

Harper moaned around his cock, her nipples hardening as he used her. She reached up, her fingers tweaking her nipples through her blouse. Darren noticed, his gaze flicking down to her chest.

"Take your shirt off," he commanded. She complied, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off, revealing her lace bra. Darren's eyes darkened with lust as he watched her play with her nipples.

He continued, his movements brutal, mechanical, a machine of flesh and greed grinding her down.

The more his cock thrusted into her, the more Harper began to lose herself. The room spun, a kaleidoscope of shadows and light, the walls pulsing like the heartbeat of some monstrous entity.

His cock felt wonderful inside her, just like it did the very first day he had taken her. Used her.

And every time— just like right now— when he pulled out of her, she suddenly felt incomplete.

She would want him more.

"Please! Please!" she begged. "Don't stop! Don't stop fucking my mouth, sir!"

She grabbed him by his thighs and began to push her own face deeper into his cock, pressing her head in between his legs. Darren groaned like an aggravated lion, jerking his head back as he grabbed her hair, trying to pull her back.

She was like a vacuum! Sucking everything out of him.

When he was finally successful, she coughed harshly, then slowly lifted up her face and gave him a guilty look. Though it was endearing.

Darren looked at her coldly for a moment, then grabbed her by the cheek. "You are becoming spoiled."

Forcefully, he pulled her up and turned her around, pushing her against the table and forcing her to bend over. "I'm so— I'm sorry! I just couldn't help it!" freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Spread your legs!" he ordered. Harper obeyed, moving both legs in opposite directions, inviting him in.

Darren positioned himself at her entrance, his cock rubbing against her wet pussy. He pulled her hair until she was looking at him overhead, eyes locked together, darkened with desire.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked her.

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