Possessed By The Boss
A Fallen Angel. A Demon on the Throne. A Desire that will Set the World Ablaze.
"On the sixtieth floor, sin isn't confessed... it's committed."
Carter isn’t your typical executive assistant. He’s a celestial guardian on a sacred mission: to protect the soul of Dorian Thorne, the brilliant yet arrogant CEO of the Thorne Empire, whose life took a nosedive after a tragic accident. But Heaven has its rules, and Carter broke the biggest one: he fell in love with the mortal he was meant to watch over.
When a desperate act of black magic miraculously heals Dorian’s legs, it comes with a hellish catch. Dorian is no longer the man Carter adored; his body has become the vessel for Astaroth, a Demon King with an unquenchable thirst for chaos and a twisted obsession for the angel guarding him.
Caught in a tangled web of corporate ambition, family secrets, and an electric attraction that defies the laws of the universe, Carter faces a tough choice:
Will he stick to his duty and exorcise the demon, even if it means destroying Dorian’s body in the process?
Or will he give in to the seductive allure of a monster who knows his deepest desires better than God Himself?
As Dorian’s father pulls the strings of power and a scorned fiancée seeks revenge, Carter will learn that in the battle between Heaven and Hell, the most dangerous place isn’t the abyss... it’s the office on the sixtieth floor.
Welcome to the Thorne Empire! Where saints fall, and demons rule.
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Chapter: The Price of Others' Bodies"Of course not," Sigfri replied, surrendering to her lover’s caresses. "To the world, we are best friends. And for any suspicions, we always have your boyfriend—the loyal substitute who serves as our screen."Paris’s smile transformed into a shadow of desire. Her fingers, which had previously been tracing circles on Sigfri’s arm, now climbed with a torturous slowness over her shoulder, sliding the fabric of her dress away."Sometimes I forget he is just a screen," she murmured, her voice a low, warm whisper against Sigfri’s skin. "Because when I am with you, no one else exists."She leaned in, and their lips met. It wasn't a kiss of passion, but of recognition. A slow, deep kiss that spoke of shared secrets and nights like this, stolen from a world that would never understand them. Paris’s tongue brushed Sigfri’s lips, asking for permission, and she granted it willingly."Dorian only seeks power, possession," Sigfri whispered between kisses, her hands finding Paris’s waist and pul
Last Updated: 2026-04-16
Chapter: Parallel Lives: Lusts and Forbidden PleasuresThe blue of Dorian Thorne’s eyes was an ocean of fragility. Carter, his heart constricted against his ribs, held the red scarf against the forehead of the man he loved, feeling the heat of the blessed light vibrating beneath his fingers. Uriel, from the core of Carter’s soul, sent out waves of regret and hope."Forgive me, Dorian... it’s for your own good," Carter whispered, with a sob he refused to fully let go. "Just hold on a little longer."Dorian began to writhe. His skin, usually pale and sensitive, took on a flushed, almost feverish tone. He emitted small whimpers of pain, pleading with his eyes, reaching out his hands. Carter felt that every cry from Dorian tore at his own essence. Watching him suffer was a martyrdom he wasn't sure he could endure, but the determination to save the soul of the Thorne heir was the anchor keeping him steady.Suddenly, in a movement born of desperation, Dorian extended his arms and wrapped them around Carter’s waist, pulling him close in a suf
Last Updated: 2026-04-14
Chapter: Second Exorcism: Conflicting Desires"Why won't you spill?" she demanded, halting her rhythm for a second to lock him in a venomous gaze, her breasts rising and falling violently. "Is it because Carter's body is enough? Is that what you're missing? Tell me!"The mention of his name cut through the air like a blade. Sigfri was infuriated to realize that, even in this moment of supposed surrender, Dorian remained a mere spectator of his own passion, denying her his submission. She wanted to see him broken, unraveled, yielded to her will.Dorian arched an eyebrow, his voice possessing a stability that made her tremble with rage."When you learn how to please me!" he said cruelly. "Then I will finish as many times as you desire. For now, you are nothing but noise trying to imitate pleasure."Beside herself, Sigfri pressed her thighs against his sides and dug her nails into Dorian’s shoulders, refusing to let go, prepared to ride him until exhaustion consumed them both. But then, Astaroth—fully inhabiting the muscle and
Last Updated: 2026-04-09
Chapter: Not EnoughHe didn’t wait for an answer. His hand slid between her legs, tearing the fabric of her silk lingerie. His fingers found her slick and ready, and he drove into her with a brutality that made her arch violently.Dorian’s fingers felt like relentless whirlwinds in a storm that offered Sigfri no reprieve. The first orgasm hit her without warning—an electric convulsion that stripped the air from her lungs, a stifling cry lost in the vastness of the office and between her fiancé's fingers.But Dorian did not stop. As she trembled, his thumb found her rose-colored bud of pleasure and began to rub it with an insistent, cruel rhythm."I don’t recognize you, Dorian," she moaned in desperation, feeling the searing heat of his thumb's relentless friction on the button that was about to explode.The second orgasm built upon the ashes of the first—more intense, deeper. Her nails dug into the mahogany of the desk, her body writhing under the implacable assault of Dorian, who watched her with a
Last Updated: 2026-04-08
Chapter: Persuading DesireThe silence in Derand Thorne’s office was not an empty space; it was a physical mass that suffocated Carter’s lungs. The pressure of those hands on his shoulders felt like iron shackles. Uriel, trapped within his human vessel, processed the information with dizzying speed. His angelic consciousness, usually sharp and predictive, faltered before the revelation.“How is it that I never perceived the true intentions of Dorian’s father?” Carter questioned himself mentally, feeling a sharp sting born from his celestial essence. His intuition should have detected the vibration of lust long before it manifested in words. However, the dense layer of power, money, and secrets surrounding the Thorne dynasty had acted as an interference shield. Now, Derand’s mask of corporate righteousness had disintegrated, exposing a predator who sought not love, but total domination.Carter swallowed hard, feeling the knot in his throat. He knew every word had to be measured with surgical precision."Sir,"
Last Updated: 2026-04-08
Chapter: Sodom on the Sixtieth FloorThe office on the sixtieth floor remained unchanged, yet the air within it had turned to pure poison. Three months had passed since the celestial names of Uriel and Astaroth were buried beneath the weight of the unbreakable seal the demon had forged. Now, only Carter and Dorian existed—two beings condemned to inhabit the fragility of the flesh while the financial world continued to grind beneath their feet.The truce was non-existent. Carter, stripped of his celestial omniscience, lived in a state of permanent vigil. He was a sentry guarding not an external enemy, but the very man he was forced to assist every second of the day.Dorian’s paralysis had returned following the incident with the shaman—a physical frailty that stood in stark contrast to the voracity of his spirit. Derand Thorne had been chillingly clear: Carter was to move into the family estate. "You’re the only one he trusts," he had said with a coldness that now carried a sinister undertone."Help me, Carter. My legs
Last Updated: 2026-03-29
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