Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss
I ground my hips against him, seeking friction. He groaned into my mouth, one hand moving to my breast, squeezing it firmly. His thumb brushed over my nipple through my bra, making it harden instantly. I broke the kiss to gasp, but he pulled me back, his lips claiming mine again. We kissed like we couldn't get enough, tongues tangling, breaths mixing in short pants.
Anthony's other hand slid down to my ass, pulling me tighter against him. I rocked my hips faster, feeling the outline of his cock rub against my pussy. My panties were soaked now, the fabric clinging to me. He broke the kiss this time, trailing his mouth down my neck, sucking on the skin there. I tilted my head back, letting him bite lightly, the sensation sending sparks through my body.
'Florence,' he whispered against my throat, his voice rough. 'I need to taste you.'
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Five years ago, Florence Davidson lost everything. Her family, their fortune, and her brother was framed for a crime he didn’t commit. Now, she’s back with one goal, to destroy the man she blames for it all.
But billionaire CEO Anthony St. Louis isn’t the villain she expected, just cold, brilliant, and far more complicated. When a twisted truth surfaces and sparks fly between them, Florence finds herself torn between revenge and a love she never planned for.
As secrets unravel, a child appears, a hidden past resurfaces, and the real enemy steps out of the shadows.
Love was never part of the plan... but it might be the only way out.
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Chapter: Seventy SevenAnthony's PovI noticed the moment Florence didn’t arrive. It wasn’t like her to be late, and it wasn’t like her to make a mistake in following a plan. My stomach dropped. A sharp, cold tension shot up my spine.Javier and I had entered first. The plan was clear. We would scope the interior, confirm the positions of the security team, and make sure no one looked suspicious. Florence was to arrive exactly five minutes later, disguised as a corporate secretary. She would walk in with confidence and stay calm. It was a straightforward cover. For the first few minutes, everything went smoothly.Then the radio in my ear clicked.Javier’s voice was tight. “Anthony.”“Go ahead.”“She’s not here.”I froze mid-step. “Not here? Explain.”“I saw her heading toward the car like we planned. Then she disappeared into the alley next to the drop-off point. I lost visual. Something happened.”My mind began to race through possibilities. Had she been intercepted? Had she seen something and followed it?
Last Updated: 2025-12-07
Chapter: Seventy SixFlorence POV My chest felt too tight to breathe. “Why?”He lifted a lock of my hair that had come loose, rolling the strands slowly between his thumb and forefinger. “You walked in here small,” he said softly, almost thoughtfully. “Small and new and breakable. But now—” His gaze dragged over me, slow and unnervingly tender. “—you are in my grasp.”My breath hitched in my throat.“And I do not let go of what is mine.”My voice was a barely audible scrape. “What are you going to do to me?”Finally, he smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was not a comforting one. It was a smile that felt like a door closing and locking in a dark room.He took my limp hand in his, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my knuckles. His breath was warm against my skin as he whispered, just for me to hear:“So many things.”I swallowed hard and tried to sit up straight on his lap. My hands were shaking, but I forced them to stay still. His fingers were still resting on my cheek, and the weight of his touch made
Last Updated: 2025-12-04
Chapter: Seventy Five Florence POV He leaned in, his twitchy smile vanishing. “Entertain. Him.” He said each word slowly, as if I were stupid. “Don’t just stand there. Sit.”The man in the corner finally moved. He raised his right hand, slow and deliberate. He didn't point or gesture. He simply tapped his own thigh once.My heart plummeted into my stomach.They expected me to sit. On him.I could feel every gaze in the room press into me, heavy and expectant.Moving slowly, every muscle protesting, I lowered myself. I didn’t sit so much as perch on the very edge of his knee, my body tense, as if afraid the contact would burn me.His voice came from above and beside my ear. It was deep, calm, and thick with a Russian accent. “You think.”I froze. “What?”“You think,” he repeated, the words measured. “I see it. Your eyes move. Your mind works. You are thinking too much for this place.”My mouth went dry. I scrambled for something to say, any role to play. “I— I’m just… warming my voice. I can sing for you,
Last Updated: 2025-12-04
Chapter: Seventy Four Florence's POV I stared at the reflection in the vanity mirror and did not recognize the person looking back. The dress they had forced me into was a garish thing of silver sequins and black lace, too tight across my chest and too short on my legs. It was loud, glittering, and it felt like a costume for someone who was not me. The veil was the worst part. It was a thin, delicate black lace, but when they pinned it low over my face, it felt like a cage. Every breath I took fogged the small space between the fabric and my skin, and the world beyond it was blurred and distorted.Angel did not say a word when the two guards came to collect me. She was sitting on her cot, her own performance makeup flawless. She glanced at me once, gave a single, sharp nod that held no comfort, and then turned her face to the wall as if she could not bear to watch what happened next.Maybe I couldn’t bear it either.The two men who entered the room were large, with blank faces. They flanked me, their thic
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
Chapter: Seventy ThreeThe heavy door slammed shut behind me, and the bolt slid into place with a final, metallic thud. The sudden silence in the room was thick and heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the overhead lights.A girl was sitting on the edge of a narrow cot pushed against the wall. She had long, dark hair that fell around her shoulders and sharp cheekbones that stood out in her pale face. Her eyes, heavily lined with black makeup, lifted to look at me. They were the eyes of someone who was both deeply tired and permanently on edge. She stared at me, not moving, as if I had interrupted a very private thought.Then, her eyes widened just a little. It was a tiny reaction, there and gone in a second."You," she said under her breath. The word was quiet, almost surprised. Then her expression hardened, and she rolled her eyes with a loud, dramatic sigh. "Great. Just what I needed. Another idiot dropped at my doorstep."I blinked, confused and disoriented. "What—?"She stood up in one fluid, impatien
Last Updated: 2025-12-02
Chapter: Seventy Two Florence POV The selected girls, trembling violently, struggled to their feet. The two cousins were also grabbed, the men hauling them up roughly despite their weak protests. One of the cousins began to cry in earnest but didn't dare resist. They were all marched out of the room.One of the men remained. He was older than the others, with a sharp, intelligent face and cold eyes. He closed the door and his gaze swept the room, eventually landing and staying on me.He walked over slowly, his boots echoing on the concrete. He crouched down until his face was level with mine, so close I could smell his stale breath."You," he said, his voice quiet but carrying an undeniable threat. "I don't know who you are."His eyes were like scanners, taking in every detail of my face, my clothes, my bound form."But you look familiar," he mused, tilting his head. "And that's bad for you. Very bad. Because if I think I recognize your face, and I don't… it means you're a problem. A big problem."I glar
Last Updated: 2025-12-01
The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary
His lips crashed into mine like he couldn’t stop himself. Like he had been holding something back for too long and it had finally cracked.
I wanted it just as badly as he did.
“I tried to ignore this,” he muttered against my lips, voice rough and ragged. “Tried to erase it.”
His mouth returned to mine, hotter, hungrier, tongue sliding into mine, tasting me like I was something he needed to survive.
“But you’re everywhere,” he breathed, kissing the corner of my mouth, then down to my throat. “In my head, my routine, in my f*cking sleep haunting every dream.”
I couldn’t answer.
“You’ve broken me,” he whispered into my skin, like a secret he never meant to say out loud. “And I can’t even bring myself to hate it.”
My body trembled at the admission. I affected him as much as he affected me and that thought was heavenly.
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She was the quiet shadow behind his magnificent empire, efficient, obedient, forgettable.He was the billionaire with the Midas touch of gold and power, untouchable, commanding, and always in control.
But when Mark Rexona walks into his office and finds his seemingly shy and diligent secretary, Teresa Smith , with her fingers deep in a fantasy that stares something in him, something that destroys his control.
Two worlds collide then collided, hers, filled with quiet but intense yearning and hidden heat and his, was ruled by dominance and untamable desire. What starts as one very stupid mistake behind a supposedly locked door spirals into an exciting and intoxicating game of lust, secrets, and power plays. He wants to own her and her pleasure and she is still haunted by the ghosts of her past.
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Chapter: Sixty FiveTeresa's POV.The sharp, electronic buzz of the hotel lobby phone seemed to scream directly into my ear. I jerked, sloshing lukewarm coffee onto my wrist. I hadn't even finished my first cup. The day was starting without my permission."The car is here for you, ma'am," a clipped voice informed me."Thank you. I'll be right down," I managed, my voice still rough with sleep and unspoken fears. I looked at the half-empty mug, a bitter symbol of the peace I wasn't allowed to have. With a sigh, I grabbed my bag, my fingers brushing against the crisp envelope inside. My resignation letter. It felt both like a shield and a sentence. Tucking it safely away, I squared my shoulders and stepped out into the morning.The cold air was a physical slap, sharp and bracing. I pulled my coat tighter, but the chill that settled in my bones had little to do with the weather. My mind was a thousand miles away, trapped in a tangled web of Mark, of my own cowardice, of the life I was fleeing and the one I w
Last Updated: 2025-12-27
Chapter: Sixty FourTeresa's POV.The cheap hotel room smelled of stale air and industrial cleaner. I sat on the edge of the stiff bed, the crisp, white envelope containing my resignation letter balanced on my knees. The pen hovered over the line, my hand trembling slightly before I finally signed my name with a decisive scratch. Teresa Smith. It was done. I had come to this city hoping for a change, for a fresh start away from my old life. Instead, I had found Mark, and every day since had been a storm I was no longer strong enough to weather. My time with Lena had held up a mirror, forcing me to see how I’d been avoiding my own choices, my own agency. I wanted out. I was finally ready to take it.I folded the letter carefully, its edges sharp and final, and slipped it into my bag. Standing, I took a deep, fortifying breath, the air catching in my tight chest. I left the room, my heels clicking a steady, purposeful rhythm against the pavement as I walked toward the office. The sun was barely up, casting
Last Updated: 2025-12-22
Chapter: Sixty ThreeTeresa's POV "No! Don't! Please!" I begged, my screams turning into sobs.They didn't listen. They wrapped the ropes around my wrists, pulling them tight until the fibers bit into my skin, then tied them to the chair's arms. They did the same to my ankles, tying them to the chair legs. I was trapped, completely helpless. The rough hemp chafed my skin with every frantic struggle.My aunt stood over me, her face a mask of rigid piety. "You will confess, Teresa. You will admit your sins and beg God for forgiveness.""I have nothing to confess!" I wept, my body shaking uncontrollably. "I'm innocent!"Father Thomas began to pray, his voice rising and falling in Latin. He sprinkled holy water on my face. It was cold. The two men stood guard, their arms crossed, watching me with expressions of disgust.For hours, they kept me there. They shouted prayers at me. They called me names—harlot, jezebel, temptress. They demanded I confess to things I hadn't even dreamed of. My wrists grew raw and
Last Updated: 2025-12-20
Chapter: Sixty TwoTeresa's POV The city was quiet, the kind of deep hush that only comes in the hours just before dawn. My shoes scuffed against the wet pavement, the sound too loud in the stillness. I didn’t have a destination. My feet just moved, carrying me away from his apartment, away from the look on his face. My mind was a broken record, stuck on the moment his hand had closed around my wrist, the warmth of his skin, the raw plea in his eyes. It should have felt like a victory, that finally, he was holding on. But it didn’t. It felt like a final, crushing weight.I found myself at the iron gates of the park. They were always unlocked. I pushed through and walked to our bench—the one where we’d sometimes meet for coffee, where he’d told me about his father, where I’d first realized how deep my feelings for him ran. Now, the wood was cold and damp, seeping through my jeans. I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, trying to make myself small. My whole body was a tightly coiled
Last Updated: 2025-12-20
Chapter: Sixty OneMark's POV.Her raw honesty was a physical blow. It left me breathless. For a long moment, I just stared at her. At the way she refused to meet my gaze. At the slight shake in her fingers as she tried to zip her bag closed.“You’re acting like I’m some kind of burden,” I finally said, the words tasting bitter.She shook her head, more tears falling. “You’re not a burden. You’re just… you’re not mine to worry about.”That one cut deeper than anything else. It felt like a final goodbye.I stood up, the room swaying for a second before it settled. I walked toward her, and she took an instinctive step back, hitting the edge of the table.“Why are you saying all of this now?” I asked, stopping in front of her.“Because if I don’t say it now, I never will. And I’ll never stop coming back. I’ll never stop getting hurt.”Something inside me cracked open. I reached out before I could think better of it and grabbed her wrist. Not hard, but firmly enough so she would feel it, so she would look a
Last Updated: 2025-12-19
Chapter: SixtyMark's POV.My head was pounding. It wasn't the usual dizzy, spinning hangover. This was a loud one, where my own thoughts were shouting inside my skull, and every tiny sound—the hum of the fridge, a car door slamming outside—felt like a physical scrape against the surface of my brain.The room smelled sharply of antiseptic from the wipes on my nightstand and something else, something floral. Her shampoo. I blinked hard, the dry grit in my eyes confirming I was in my own apartment. My leather jacket was draped over the chair, and my boots were kicked off halfway under the bed. I didn’t remember taking them off.Then I heard her voice. Soft, familiar, and tired.“Drink this. It’ll help.”Teresa was standing by the small table, holding out a glass of water. Two white painkillers sat in her other palm. She looked exhausted. Her dark hair was pulled back loosely, strands escaping around her face. Her eyes were pink-rimmed. I couldn’t tell if it was from crying or from a lack of sleep.I p
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