CHAPTER 3: GIFT

The heavy brass key ground into the lock from the outside, the sound sharp as a gunshot in the tense silence of the HR office.

Arthur scrambled backward, desperately trying to pull his trousers up over his trembling legs, his face a ghostly shade of white. Christopher merely laughed, adjusting his clothes with a lazy, unbothered smirk as he stepped away from the desk.

Only Veronica remained entirely at ease. She sat on the edge of the mahogany desk, her emerald wrap dress bunched around her waist, her bare legs swinging casually as if she were waiting for a bus rather than catching the wrath of the senior partner.

The door swung open, and Collin Vassal stepped inside.

He didn't look shocked. He looked furious, his dark eyes sweeping over the scattered pens, the disheveled HR director, and finally settling on Veronica, who was dripping with the evidence of his partner’s release. Without a word, Collin reached back, pulled the door shut, and turned the key, locking them all in once more.

"Collin, look, we were just—" Chris started, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

"Shut up, Christopher," Collin snapped, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that cut off his partner instantly. He walked forward, his expensive oxfords silent on the carpet, stopping right in front of the desk where Veronica sat. He looked down at her, his jaw tightly clenched. "You’ve been on the payroll for exactly three hours, and you’ve already turned my Human Resources department into a brothel. You are a mighty slut, aren't you, Veronica?"

Veronica didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned back on her hands, arching her spine to push her chest out, her eyes glittering with absolute amusement.

"I prefer the term 'highly motivated,' boss," she purred, tilting her chin up. "And you don't need to look so worried. I’m completely clean, and I’m on the pill. I just saw how stressed poor Artie here was, and I decided to give HR the most thrilling time of his life. Isn't that what a good secretary does? Anticipate the needs of the firm?"

Arthur let out a weak whimper from the corner, clutching his belt.

Collin’s gaze darkened, the sheer, unashamed audacity of her words completely shattering the last of his professional restraint. He reached out, his large, calloused hands gripping both of her breasts through the torn fabric of her dress, squeezing them hard enough to leave a bruise. Veronica let out a sharp, delighted gasp, her fingers digging into the mahogany wood.

"You think you’re in control here, don't you?" Collin growled, his thumb brushing roughly over her hardened nipple. "You think because you can slide your skirt up, you own this office?"

"I don't want to own it," Veronica whispered, her breath hitching as he squeezed harder. "I just want to play in it."

"Then let’s play by my rules," Collin said.

He grabbed her by the wrist, hauling her off the desk. He didn't waste time with gentleness. He dragged her across the small room toward the narrow, black leather couch tucked against the wall. He threw her down onto it, her legs spilling over the armrest. Before she could even adjust, Collin stripped off his suit jacket, tossing it to the floor, and unbuckled his belt. His erection was already fully formed, thick and rigid, straining against his underwear.

"Chris. Arthur. Get over here," Collin commanded, not looking back as he stepped between Veronica’s thighs. "If she wants to be the firm's whore, she's going to earn it."

Chris grinned, his roguish charm completely replaced by a feral hunger as he unbuttoned his shirt again. "Don't have to tell me twice."

Arthur hesitated for a fraction of a second, but the sight of Veronica’s flushed, eager face and Collin’s commanding posture stripped away the last of his corporate anxieties. He dropped to his knees by the side of the couch.

Collin didn't ease into her. He grabbed Veronica’s hips, lifting her slightly, and drove his thick length deep inside her soaking, well-used core with a brutal, punishing thrust.

"Ah! Collin!" Veronica shrieked, the sheer force of the impact knocking the air from her lungs.

It was a brutal, relentless pace from the very first stroke. Collin slammed into her over and over, his face twisted in a mask of pure, possessive lust. He didn't care about finesse; he wanted to dominate her, to show her exactly who held the power in Vassal & Bane. The leather of the small couch squeaked frantically against the wall, the heavy thuds of Collin's hips echoing through the enclosed space.

Veronica arched her back, her fingers clawing at the black leather cushions. She loved it. The roughness, the lack of care, the absolute filth of it fed right into her shameless nature. She took every hard, deep pound, her inner muscles clamping down on him like a vice, driving him into a frenzy.

"Suck it, Veronica," Chris ordered, stepping up right to the edge of the couch, his rigid cock hovering inches from her face.

Veronica didn't hesitate. While Collin was brutally hammering into her from below, stretching her to her absolute limits, she wrapped her lips around Chris’s shaft, pulling him deep into her throat. She sucked him with a fierce, messy intensity, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she was thoroughly used from both ends.

Arthur, seeing his chance, leaned over the back of the couch. His hands reached down, grabbing Veronica’s breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples as he whined in pleasure. He couldn't get back inside her with Collin taking up all the space, so he used his mouth, biting at her neck, her shoulders, tasting the sweat and perfume on her skin.

"God, you take it so well," Collin growled, his thrusts becoming faster, more violent. He pinned her knees closer to her chest, driving himself even deeper, hitting her sweet spot with a ruthless accuracy that made Veronica’s brain short-circuit.

She couldn't keep Chris in her mouth anymore. She pulled back, gasping for air, her head thrashing against the cushions. "Yes! Collin, harder! Break me!" she screamed, completely uninhibited.

Chris didn't let her rest. He moved around the couch, positioning himself right against her backside. With a wicked grin, he guided his wet length into her tight, untouched rear.

Veronica let out a choked, muffled scream as she was split wide open by both partners simultaneously. The double penetration was overwhelming, a tidal wave of intense friction and pressure that made her entire body tremble. Collin didn't slow down for her to adjust; he kept up his brutal rhythm, while Chris began to slide in and out of her behind, creating a devastating, agonizingly perfect counter-rhythm.

"Look at her," Chris panted, his hands gripping Collin’s shoulders for leverage as they worked her together. "She was made for this."

"She’s ours," Collin growled, his face covered in sweat, his eyes fixed on Veronica’s face.

Veronica was completely gone, her mind drowning in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her body tightened, her core spasming violently around Collin while her tight rear clamped down on Chris. The contractions triggered a massive, explosive orgasm that ripped through her, making her scream until her throat was raw.

The feeling of her coming around them was the breaking point. Collin let out a guttural, animalistic roar, driving himself into her one last time as he came, his hot release flooding her deep inside. A second later, Chris stiffened, groaning loudly as he spent himself inside her rear, his body shaking against hers.

Arthur, unable to hold back any longer just from watching the display, groaned and came all over Veronica’s exposed stomach and thighs, his chest heaving as he collapsed against the side of the couch.

For several minutes, the room was silent except for the sound of four people desperately trying to catch their breath. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and expensive cologne.

Chris was the first to pull out, stepping back with a satisfied, lazy grin. He reached for his shirt to wipe himself down. Collin slowly pulled out next, looking down at Veronica.

She was a complete mess. Her emerald dress was ruined, covered in sweat and the fluids of three different men. Her hair was a wild, tangled nest against the black leather. But as she looked up at Collin, a slow, triumphant, and utterly unashamed smirk spread across her lips. She looked like a queen on a throne.

Collin stared at her for a long moment, a cold, calculating respect forming in his eyes. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a sleek, silver electronic key card. He dropped it right onto her bare, sticky stomach.

"What's this?" Veronica asked, her voice raspy as she picked up the card, turning it over in her gold-tipped fingers.

"The keys to the penthouse on 5th Avenue," Collin said, adjusting his trousers and buckling his belt with smooth, restored professionalism. "Bought it in your name. It's yours. The security passcode is your birthday."

Veronica’s smirk widened, her eyes flashing with a wicked brilliance. She didn't even ask how he knew her birthday. She knew exactly what this meant. She wasn't just a secretary anymore; she was their kept little secret, and the perks of the position were getting better by the hour.

"I’ll see you at your desk tomorrow at eight, Veronica," Collin said, turning toward the door. "Don't be late. Arthur if you ever lay your hand again you're fired."

Arthur stammered "Yes boss."

"Wouldn't dream of being late boss," she purred, holding the key card against her lips.