Chapter 3

Elena's POV

Five years had passed since the divorce.

Five years since Adrian Black signed my life away like I was a bad investment he needed to cut loose.

And somehow, I was still thriving.

I was Dr. Lyra Royce now… or at least that’s what the world knew me as.

My real name was no longer relevant.

I had created a new identity, I didn't want to be reminded about my past life and well, discretion was good for my job.

The most feared corporate strategist in the country.

As a corporate strategist, I was hired when companies were desperate.

When lawsuits, rivals, or internal rot threatened to pull them under. My job was simple: identify their enemies’ weak points and exploit them without mercy.

By the time my clients’ opponents realized they were under attack, their boards were imploding and their power was already gone.

And I got paid obscenely well for it.

I founded my firm three years ago; Royce Strategic Holdings, and within a year, my client list became something people whispered about.

Governments. Conglomerates. CEOs who believed themselves untouchable.

Everyone wanted my services.

But the irony of it all?

I owed my rebirth to the man who thought divorcing me would ruin my life.

If Adrian hadn’t thrown me away, I would never have met Walter.

And if I hadn’t met Walter, my degree would still be collecting dust in someone else’s shadow.

Walter didn’t just save me, he invested in me.

The highlight of those five years was becoming Walter's fiancée.

From the very beginning, everything between us had been clear. Yes, we had history, but the backbone of our relationship was revenge.

Walter wanted what was stolen from him. He wanted his inheritance, which would grant him his rightful place in the Black family empire.

And I?

I wanted Adrian to choke on the love he had thrown in my face.

I wanted full custody of my daughter. I wanted my child back after five long years of hearing that another woman had been called mother in my place.

I was still lost in those thoughts when the door to my office opened.

Walter walked in like he owned the building, a bouquet of dark red roses in his hand, his suit jacket slung casually over his shoulder.

The sight of him stole the breath from my lungs every single time.

“Baby,” I breathed, already on my feet.

I crossed the room in seconds and threw my arms around his neck.

He kissed me deeply like no one else in the world existed.

“I missed you,” he murmured against my lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he added, his voice low and sincere.

“I’ve been counting the minutes,” I replied.

He had just returned from his trip.

One of the quiet plans we've been building for years.

Destroying Adrian wasn’t going to be easy, he had grown over these five years but we were being patient.

Walter reached for the remote on my desk and pressed a button. The glass walls of my office darkened as the automatic doors slid shut.

“You’re being naughty,” I purred.

His eyes darkened instantly.

I leaned back against the desk, fingers gripping the edge as I met his gaze without flinching and spread my legs apart.

“Good thing,” I added softly, “I’m not wearing anything underneath, so take me right now and fuck me,” I said, biting my lower lip.

Five years with Walter had done more than change me… it had unleashed me.

He had turned me into a sex-hungry, reckless woman, the kind I never knew I could be.

With Adrian, sex had always been measured, controlled. Every movement had to stay within his rules. Pleasure came… but only on his terms.

Walter didn’t follow rules.

With him, sex was addictive.

Anywhere we could steal a moment, we took it, making me lose myself in the raw need between us.

I pushed him back into the chair before he could say another word.

His surprise only lasted a second before it melted into that familiar wicked smile.

“El…” He murmured, his voice strained. “You're going to be the death of me…”

I smiled, slow and sensual. “Then die happy.”

With one swift motion, I yanked off his belt. As he pulled off his trousers, his already hard, erect cock sprang free.

“Just… look at you, already so hard for me,” I purred, sinking to my knees and tossing my hair into a messy bun.

Keeping my eyes locked on him, I took him into my mouth. He groaned, low and guttural.

“Fu… fuck… this woman!”

I swirled my tongue around his tip, running it up and down, watching a full-grown man whimper from my mouth alone.

“D… Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, El… AHH… Yes… just keep going!”

He gasped, tugging my hair with enough force to make me shiver.

I grazed him lightly with my teeth, and that was all it took for him to spill into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring my power in that moment.

His eyes blazed with fire as I laughed softly and slipped off my skirt, tossing it across his face.

We both chuckled, the tension between us electric.

“Just so you know… I won’t stop, not until all your juices are dry,” he warned, voice thick with need.

I smiled, leaning closer. “Too bad, Mr. Walter… you’ll be the one begging by the time I’m done with you…”

I straddled him, feeling him enter me slowly.

One would think that in five years I’d grown used to his size, but this man was massive, and every inch of him filled me in ways that never got easier.

I took a deep breath, letting my body adjust, and then I began to move, rolling my hips, bouncing slowly at first.

My wetness made him glide inside me effortlessly, slick and slippery, each movement sending shivers through both of us.

He kept sliding in and out, relentless, and I looked down, mesmerized, seeing the way our skins joined, glistening and moving as one.

Each time he thrust, a low moan tore from my throat.

“Ahh… oh yes…” echoing through the office.

The sound of our skin slapping together mixed with the slick, wet friction, filling the room with heat.

Walter’s hands roamed my thighs, urging me faster, harder.

I leaned back, gripping the edge of the desk, head thrown back, letting myself fully succumb to the pleasure he was giving me.

“Fuuck… El… don’t stop…” he groaned, voice rough with need.

Every thrust sent me spiraling, my walls tightening instinctively around him, my slick juices coating him, making it even more intoxicating.

Without warning, he grabbed one of my legs and draped it over his shoulder, changing the angle, making me gasp and moan loudly.

“Ohhh… yes… right there… You’re so fucking good, baby!… ahh!”

“I won’t let you cum!” he growled, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “Keep going, baby.”

Then, without warning, he slowed his pace, letting the tip of him drag inside me with a torturous, teasing rhythm.

He began rolling his hips, pressing into me in slow, deliberate circles, making every inch of him brush against my walls.

“W-Walter… faster… please…” I begged, voice trembling, my body writhing under him.

He chuckled darkly, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, keeping the slow, torturous roll going.

He was just about to turn me over when the intercom buzzed sharply, cutting through our haze of lust.

“Miss Royce, your client has arrived. Mrs. Gabrielle Blackwood.”

I froze, body still trembling, Walter’s cock still deep inside me.

His eyes glinted with mischief, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.

“Looks like we’ve got company,” he whispered, teasing. “Adrian’s wife is here.”