A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in," he said.
His second-in-command stood in the doorway.
"Anything?"
"We might have got something. We're not sure because it would lead us to a different country," the man said.
"What are you fucking talking about?"
"We believe Valerie Walter's daughter has moved to America, sir. We're going through the scanners now trying to find a match. This picture isn't the best thing to go on. It's a little older, and we don't know for sure how old she might be."
Dominic lost his temper.
"I don't give a damn* how long it takes. Get me some answers, and do it quickly. I want this girl, and when I get my hands on her I'll show everyone, not to fucking mess with me. What's mine stays mine."
He rubbed his hands together just thinking about the pain he would inflict on her. The nameless girl who was causing him trouble.
****
Tate growled with frustration as every lead came up blank. There was no way he could find any information about the girl that Demon wanted. That could mean only one thing. She was in the country illegally. Pulling the notes up he'd phoned through early in the morning, he picked up the phone and dialed Sean.
"Hello?" a female voice answered with a purr.
"Is Sean in?" he asked.
"Give it here, babe. Go and make some coffee. No, don't put any clothes on. You won't need them later."
Tate rolled his eyes as he heard Sean giving out orders. "Sean here."
"Don't you have anything better to do than ?"
"Demon isn't keeping my girl away from me. I'm a free agent until the right woman comes along. What do you want?"
"Demon phoned me this morning with more information about this girl."
"fucking hell. He must really like this girl."
"Yeah." Tate thought about his own girl, Rebecca Black. If he did this, he could finally get a shot with the only woman he'd ever cared about. He remembered the last time he had seen her. She'd been terrified, but he'd known right away what she'd come to mean to him.
"Give me the names and what-not."
"Her mother is dead, and apparently someone by the name of Dominic was mentioned. Also, he said she sounded strange. Had like a British accent or something as she was talking."
"What?" Sean asked sounding alert.
"Her mother is dead, Dominic, and something about a British accent. What's up, Sean?"
"I don't like the sound of this."
"Why?"
"Look, I don't want to start a panic, but I need to get some shit sorted out. Then I'll call you."
"Just give me some information here," Tate said.
"Not yet. I was fine until you mentioned the name, Dominic. Let me talk to my contacts, and I'll speak to you soon." The line cut off. Tate growled and threw the receiver down. He hated being kept in the dark.
Staring at the computer screen of Violet Moore, he wondered what was different about her from so many other women.Demon wouldn't stop in his quest to pursue her, even if this search came up badly.
Demon watched her read a book. The numbers on the screen were doing nothing to distract him from the vision of Violet. The men couldn't take their eyes away from her as he held his meetings. Her skirt was lifted above the knee, and her fingers circled the exposed piece of flesh. By lunchtime, he was out of his mind with need. His dick, rock hard, threatened to split his trousers in two. He took the food from Stacey and told her to take a long break. Placing the food down, he closed and locked the door.
Taking the food over to his desk, he looked at Violet. She stared at him, the e-reader open in her lap.
"Come here," he said.
She placed the e-reader on the side before standing moving to stand next to him. Demon held her hip and brought her in front of his desk. Staring into her eyes, he ran his hands up her legs to rest on her butt.
"Demon," she said in protest.
"Don't speak." He grabbed the panty and pulled them down. "Step out of them." She lifted one leg and then the other.
He placed them in his pocket.
"I need those," she said.
"Did I say you could speak?"
She shook her head. Demon couldn't believe how instantly submissive she was. It was as if a part of her responded to his call.
"Now, you've got to eat lunch, but first I want you to earn it."
"I don't understand."
"You will." Demon lifted her skirt to her waist and placed her on his desk. He sat back down. "I want you to open your legs."
A blush painted her cheeks as, slowly, she opened her legs. He'd known from the feel of the pussy how wet she was. Demon could see the evidence between her lips.
"You look perfect."
"Demon?" she whispered. He loved hearing his name on her lips.
"Play with yourself."
"What?" He saw the look of alarm on her face.
"I want to see your fingers sliding through yours kitty. You're wet and turned on. I want you to please me. Do you want to please me, Violet?"
She nodded her head.
"Pleasure yourself."
"What about you?"
"Would it please you to see me doing the same?"
Another nod of her head.
Smiling, he unzipped his designer trousers and pulled out his cock. Her eyes widened. The little minx didn't think he would do it.
He would do one better. Going to his drawer, he pulled out a spare tube of lubrication. Ever since seeing her hot ass walking around his office, he'd learned to keep a spare tube of lube in case of emergencies. He'd been wanking over her hot body since the moment he met her.
"Do I need some?" she asked.
"No. You're wet already." She blushed and looked away, embarrassed.
"Hey, don't be like that. I love how wet you get. It shows you desire me." A blush still stained her cheeks, but she looked more flush than shamed.
Demon made sure he had plenty of lubrication before he leaned back and began to massage his dick.
"Show me, baby," he said.
"I don't know how."
"Lick your fingers. I'll tell you how." She licked the fingers of her right hand. "Now, press them between your legs on your pussy button. Like that. Move them around." He watched her delicate touch against her own body.
His shaft jumped in his hand. She looked so sexy using her fingers to bring herself off. "Slowly, find what you're looking for." He watched her playing with her body. Violet looked over at him panicked.
"I can't do it," she said, tears in her eyes. Pulling his hand away from his own body, he leaned forward and grabbed her hand. Sucking her fingers between his lips, he heard her gasp. Her feminine juice coated his tongue. Licking every last bit of taste, he guided her back between her legs.
Her eyes remained firmly on him. Demon used her fingers to touch her pussy. Her body jolted from the contact.
"Do you feel that?" A nod of the head. "Explore yourself."
Before he went back to his cock, he unbuttoned her blouse. Opening the sides he pulled her boobs over the top of her bra. He knew he should be going slower with her. Demon couldn't stop himself. When he was in her company, he felt like he'd known her forever.