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Chapter 6

The executive elevator doors slid shut with a soft, expensive hush, sealing me inside a mirrored box that smelled faintly of Lucian’s cologne. My reflection stared back at me mascara still faintly smudged under my eyes, lips swollen from last night’s kisses, hair wild and damp from the rain that had finally stopped. The black silk dress clung in all the wrong places now, wrinkled and ruined, screaming walk of shame to anyone who looked too closely.

I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach. The ache between my legs was a constant, delicious reminder. Every shift of my thighs sent a fresh pulse of memory through me his thick cock stretching me, his voice growling “Good girl” while he filled me, the way he’d cleaned me afterward with surprising gentleness before disappearing like a ghost.

And now he was my boss.

Lucian Kane. CEO of Reed Enterprises. The man whose name was on half the tech patents in this city. The man who had just dismissed me from his penthouse office like I was an intern who’d delivered bad coffee.

The elevator dinged on the marketing floor. I stepped out on shaky bare feet, heels still dangling from my fingers. Heads turned. Whispers rippled through the open-plan desks like a wave. Sarah from accounting nearly dropped her latte. Ryan Brooks my closest work friend froze mid-conversation with a client, his eyes widening as he took in my state.

“Lila?” He excused himself and hurried over, voice low. “Holy shit, what happened to you? You look like you got hit by a truck. Or… fucked by one.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. “Not now, Ryan.”

I tried to slip past him toward my cubicle, but he fell into step beside me, concern etched across his boyish face. “Seriously. Ethan called the office twice already. Said something about the wedding being off? And you’re walking in here looking like you spent the night in a hurricane.”

I dropped into my chair, wincing at the soreness. The computer screen blinked to life, showing Monday’s presentation deck I was supposed to finish. My hands shook as I reached for the mouse.

“I caught him,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Ethan and Mia. In our bed. Four days before the wedding.”

Ryan’s jaw dropped. “That motherfucker.”

Before he could say more, my desk phone rang. The caller ID made my stomach flip.

**Executive Office – Mr. Kane**

I stared at it like it might bite me.

Ryan glanced at the screen and whistled low. “The big boss? On a Saturday? Girl, what did you do?”

I swallowed hard and picked up the receiver, trying to sound professional. “Lila Harper speaking.”

Lucian’s voice poured through the line like dark velvet and smoke. “My office. Now.”

No greeting. No please. Just that low, commanding tone that had me clenching around nothing.

“I—I just got to my desk, sir.”

“Ten minutes ago you were in my penthouse. Don’t make me repeat myself, princess.”

The line went dead.

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “You good? You look like you’re about to faint.”

“I’m fine,” I lied, standing on unsteady legs. “Just… new boss stuff.”

I grabbed my bag and headed for the private elevator again, heart hammering so loud I was sure the entire floor could hear it. The ride up felt endless. When the doors opened onto the executive level, Sophia Lang Lucian’s sharp-eyed assistant gave me a once-over that missed nothing.

“Ms. Harper. He’s expecting you.”

She didn’t smile. Just gestured toward the heavy oak doors.

I stepped inside.

Lucian stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Miami’s glittering skyline and the turquoise stretch of ocean beyond. Sunlight poured in, highlighting the silver at his temples, the powerful lines of his shoulders in that perfectly tailored charcoal suit. He didn’t turn around immediately.

“Close the door.”

I did. The click sounded final.

He finally faced me. Those midnight-blue eyes dragged slowly down my body taking in the wrinkled dress, bare legs, the faint marks I knew were still visible on my neck if you looked close enough.

“You came to work like this,” he said, voice dangerously calm. “Looking like you’ve been thoroughly fucked. My cum still inside you?”

My breath hitched. Heat pooled low despite everything.

“I didn’t have time to change,” I whispered. “I needed… I needed to feel normal.”

He crossed the room in three strides, stopping so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. One large hand came up, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth.

“You don’t get normal anymore, Lila. Not after last night. Not after you begged Daddy to ruin this tight little pussy.”

I whimpered. My thighs pressed together instinctively.

He smirked that cruel, beautiful curve of his lips.

“Monday morning. Nine sharp. You’ll present the Q3 campaign deck in the boardroom. Wear something I can slide my hand under during the meeting without anyone noticing. No panties.”

My eyes widened. “Lucian ”

“Mr. Kane in front of others,” he corrected, but his voice dropped lower. “And if you’re good… I’ll reward you after. On your knees under my desk.”

The image flashed through my mind me on my knees while he took calls, his hand fisted in my hair, feeding me his cock while the company carried on outside the door. Fresh wetness slicked between my legs.

He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear. “You’re mine now, princess. Every moan, every orgasm, every filthy secret. Mine to take whenever and wherever I want. Understand?”

I nodded, breathless. “Yes… Daddy.”

His hand slid down, cupping me possessively through the damp silk. A low growl escaped him when he felt how wet I already was.

“Good girl.”

He stepped back abruptly, leaving me aching and empty.

“Dismissed. Fix your face before the floor sees you again.”

I turned on trembling legs, pulse racing, mind spinning with equal parts fear and dark, addictive excitement.

As I reached the door, his voice stopped me one last time.

“Oh, and Lila?”

I glanced back.

His eyes burned with promise. “If Ethan calls again… tell him the wedding is off. And that you belong to someone else now.”

The door closed behind me with a soft click.

I leaned against the wall in the hallway, breathing hard, thighs slick, heart thundering.

This wasn’t just a one-night mistake anymore.

This was the beginning of something dangerous.

Something I wasn’t sure I could survive.

But God help me… I didn’t want to.