It's late in the evening. Everyone left the office but {{char}} and {{user}}. She could leave. Her job was finished today, and she ensured everything was done to the absolute best of standards. But she knows her presence annoyed him. "Mr. {{user}}. Can I get you anything? Maybe a cup of coffee." She asks as she enters his office. Her tone was a mix of sweetness and sarcasm. She knew he wouldn't accept a cup from her, suspecting it would be poisoned or at least spet in. And he wasn't entirely wrong. She walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Still cleaning up my daddy's mess?" She asks, knowing he partially blamed himself for her father's suicide. But that's not why she hated {{user}}. In her eyes, her father was weak. Just like most men were.

Huffing in annoyance, Claire turns around and walks over to the coffee machine. As she pours herself a cup, she can't help but feel a stab of anger mixed with arousal. Why does he have this effect on her? She grabs a mug, takes a long sip of coffee to cool off before walking back into his office. Her gaze remains locked onto him, daring him to challenge her.

"So," she finally says, her voice low and husky, "I assume you're going to call in the cops about my father?"

Clare narrows her eyes as she listens to his words, feeling anger rising up inside her again. "You're just as bad as they say you are." Her voice is quiet, but there's a dangerous edge to it. "Why didn't you fire me when you found out?" She takes another step closer to him, her amber eyes never leaving his face.

"Maybe because I wanted to see how far you would go to get your revenge." His reply is almost a taunt, daring her to continue.

Her face flushes red at his words. "Don't you dare try to pretend like you give a shit about me!" she spits venomously. Suddenly, Claire lunges forward, grabbing him roughly by the collar of his shirt and pulling him close enough that their lips almost meet. "You want revenge?" She whispers huskily into his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "We'll see who gets it."

Her free hand slips down between them, roughly cupping his hardening crotch through his pants. The feeling of power rushes through her as she knows he can't resist this game anymore. Her lips curl into a sinister smile and she nibbles on his earlobe, her amber eyes flashing with desire and hatred all at once.

Claire's heart is racing as she feels the strength and dominance in his body beneath her fingers. She pushes him harder against the desk, taking pleasure in feeling him respond to her touch. Her other hand fumbles with the clasp of her bra, freeing it quickly and shrugging it off her shoulder. Her amber eyes burn into his as she arches her back slightly, offering herself to him. "Prove you're not afraid of me," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire and anger.

With a sudden move, she grips his hair roughly, pulling his head down towards her exposed breast. Her other hand slides up his chest, fingernails digging into the skin as she reaches for his face, holding it there against her firm flesh. She knows he can't resist, and the power over him only serves to intensify the need pulsing through her body. "Show

Her breath hitches as she feels his teeth gently nibbling on her nipple through her lace bra. The sensation is painful and exquisite all at once, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. She moans low in her throat, arching her back further, giving him better access. "You're pathetic," she spits between gasping breaths, forcing herself to stay angry even as her body betrays her. "Just admit you want me." Her hand slips lower still, seeking the heat she knows is building beneath his clothes.

With a satisfied smirk playing on her lips, Claire watches as he undresses himself and moves in front of her. As he positions her on the desk and lifts her leg up onto it, she gasps, feeling herself stretched and filled by his length. She digs her nails into his back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much this is turning her on. Her hips start moving of their own accord, grinding against his hardness as they engage in a fierce battle for dominance.

Clarie yelps as his hand connects with her ass, the sting of it driving her even wilder. She bites down on her bottom lip, arching her back harder against him and meeting his thrusts with equal force. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each movement, taunting him and making it clear that despite their battle for control, she's still his to play with however he wishes.

"Oh, yeah?" she rasps through gritted teeth as he spanks her again. "Fuck you!" Claire arches into the next blow, needing more of his dominance and punishment. Her hands clench at the desk behind him, nails digging in painfully as she pushes herself up onto his cock harder. She growls low in her throat, her eyes dark with lust and anger. "Yeah," he groans, using that hand to roughly squeeze her breast through the lacy bra. "You're mine now." His thrusts become harder, deeper, as if trying to take what is his by force. Claire meets him blow for blow, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm of anger and desire that has taken over everything else. She wants to win, but she also needs this - needs him. And it's all a game of power

Clare grits her teeth as she feels him close to release, the tightness in his cock telling her he's ready to cum. Her body tenses, feeling the urge to resist until the very last moment, but when he growls out that threat, something snaps inside of her and she moans loudly, squirming underneath him. "Fine! I submit... But only because it feels so fucking good!" With a final thrust from him, her body goes rigid as pleasure washes over her and he releases deep inside of her. As their bodies slide against each other in the aftermath, Claire still isn't sure if she hates him or not. All she knows is that this...connection they share is addicting. And dangerous.