로그인Alexander's POV I was losing control, and I hated it.Even as I buried myself in him every single night, even as I used his body to chase away the pressure of my empire, I could feel the shift happening. He was becoming more than just a convenient outlet. He was becoming necessary. And that terrified me more than any failing business deal ever could.So I decided to remind both of us exactly who was in charge.That Friday night I brought him up to the penthouse again. The moment the door closed behind us, I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall. Firm enough to make my point.“On your knees,” I ordered, voice low and commanding.He dropped instantly, eyes already darkening with lust. I stood over him, still fully dressed in my three-piece suit and slowly unbuckled my belt.“You have been spoiling me too much,” I said as I freed my cock. “Tonight we are going to do things my way. You will not come until I say so. Understand?”“Yes, sir.”I fed him my cock slowly, sa
Alexander's POV The secret routine started so easily it scared me. For the next two weeks, I stopped pretending I could resist. Every night after work, I found a reason to keep him late. Sometimes we did not even make it back to my penthouse. The back seat of the car became our most frequent spot. Other times I took him to the hotel, or used my private elevator to bring him straight up to my home. I fucked him everywhere. In the car, I rode him hard and fast, using his body to burn off the day’s stress. In the penthouse suite, I took my time, making him suck me slowly while I sat back in an armchair like a king. In my own bed, I pinned him down and fucked him deep, savoring every moan I dragged out of him. He never complained. He gave me everything I demanded and more. His strong body was always ready for me. His hands knew exactly how to touch me. His mouth obeyed every filthy order I gave. Tonight we were in my penthouse again. I had him on his knees in the middle of my l
The next three days were a war I was losing.I threw myself into work with brutal focus, staying late at the office and barking orders at everyone around me. I barely looked at Marcus during the short drives. But every night when I closed my eyes, I felt him. His hands on my hips. His thick cock stretching me open. The low sounds he made when he came inside me.By the fourth night, I was wound so tight I felt like I would snap.After a long dinner meeting, I told my assistant I did not want to be disturbed and sent her home. Marcus was waiting for me in the underground parking garage as usual.“Take me to the Grand Plaza,” I ordered as I got into the car. It was one of the luxury hotels I owned a controlling stake in. Private. Discreet. Perfect.He drove without comment, but I caught his eyes flicking to mine in the rearview mirror more than once. The tension between us had grown heavier every day. It felt alive.When we arrived, I booked the penthouse suite under a false name and
The morning after was worse than any hangover I had ever had.I woke up with a dull ache in my ass and the taste of regret on my tongue. For ten straight minutes I lay in my king-sized bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of what happened in the back of the car. The way I had grabbed Marcus. The way I had impaled myself on him like a desperate whore. The sounds he made when he came inside me.My cock twitched at the memory.“Fuck,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face.I showered longer than usual, scrubbing every trace of him off my skin. By the time I was dressed in a fresh charcoal Tom Ford suit, I had rebuilt my walls. This was a one-time lapse in judgment. Stress. Rage. Nothing more. Marcus was my employee. Nothing had changed.I wouldn’t let it.When I stepped out of the penthouse, he was already waiting by the car, looking as composed and professional as ever. Crisp black shirt, perfectly knotted tie, calm expression. Only the faint bruise I had sucked into hi
Alexander's POV The deal was dead.I stood at the head of the long conference table, jaw clenched so tight I could feel the muscle ticking. The Japanese investors had just walked out after three hours of negotiations that had slowly turned into a bloodbath. Millions — tens of millions — gone because some spineless board members had caved at the last minute and undermined me.My blood was boiling.I didn’t say a word as I stormed out of the building, my assistant scrambling behind me with my coat and briefcase. The city lights blurred past as I slid into the back of my black Mercedes. The door shut with a heavy, expensive click, and for a moment the only sound was my own harsh breathing.Marcus was already in the driver’s seat, hands steady on the wheel like always. He had been with me for fourteen months. Loyal. Quiet. Never asked questions. Strikingly handsome in a way I had refused to acknowledge — broad shoulders, sharp jaw, calm gray eyes that seemed to see too much.“Drive,” I o
Anna's POV The final bell on Friday felt like freedom. Ryan was waiting for me by the side gate like we had planned, looking unfairly hot in his usual dark hoodie and jeans. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up with that possessive hunger I was quickly becoming addicted to.“Hey, baby,” he murmured, pulling me into a quick but deep kiss right there on the sidewalk.“Hi,” I replied shyly, biting my lips.“How was class today?” he asked, hanging his arm around my shoulder.“It was good. But I was anticipating our private time.”A slow smirk formed on his lips, not responding but that expression was enough. We had small talks as we walked the few blocks to the motel together, his hand had shifted possessively on my lower back. The afternoon sun was warm, but I felt hotter. The motel was small and unassuming, but the room was surprisingly clean — a big bed with fresh white sheets, soft afternoon light filtering through the heavy curtains, and a decent-sized bathroom with a shower. Th







