Office Possession and Dangerous Secrets

Mia’s POV

The drive to Voss Tower was thick with tension. Damien’s hand stayed possessively on my thigh the entire time, fingers slipping under my short black dress to tease my bare, still-sensitive pussy. No panties — his command. Every movement reminded me I was carrying his cum from last night.

“You’re wet again,” he murmured, a dark smirk playing on his lips. “Good. I want you dripping and desperate all day, wife.”

My cheeks burned with shame and unwanted arousal. How was this ruthless man turning me into his addiction so quickly?

The moment the private elevator doors closed, Damien shoved me against the mirrored wall. He hiked up my dress and thrust two thick fingers deep inside me.

“Damien—there are cameras!” I gasped.

“Let them watch.” He pumped harder, curling against that spot that made my knees buckle. “Let them see how my wife comes undone for me.”

I shattered just as the doors opened, biting my lip to silence my cry. He casually licked his fingers clean, eyes locked on mine with dark satisfaction.

Inside his luxurious corner office, he locked the door and bent me over the massive desk without a word. Skirt flipped up, ass exposed.

“Spread your legs.”

He dropped to his knees and devoured me — tongue plunging deep, thumb circling my clit with ruthless precision. I came hard on his mouth, squirting down my thighs.

He stood, freed his massive cock, and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck!” I screamed as he pounded me mercilessly. The desk creaked violently. One hand wrapped around my throat, the other rubbed my clit.

“You’re mine, Mia. This pussy. This body. This womb.”

He flipped me onto my back, legs locked around his waist, and fucked me deeper, eyes burning into mine. For one terrifying second, amid the raw filth, I felt something more dangerous than lust — a pull toward the monster who owned me.

“Damien…” I whispered, cupping his face as another orgasm built.

We came together violently. His cock pulsed deep inside, flooding me with thick, hot cum that overflowed onto the desk.

For a brief moment, foreheads pressed together, it almost felt real.

Then his phone rang. He answered without pulling out.

“What?” His voice turned deadly cold.

Harrington’s smug voice filled the room. “Nice new wife, Voss. Be a shame if something happened to her… or her father. Meet me tonight at Eclipse Club. Alone. Or your pretty little contract bride pays the price.”

Damien’s body went rigid against mine. “Touch her and I’ll bury you.”

The call ended.

He finally pulled out, cum running down my thighs. His expression was pure murder.

“Who the hell is Harrington?” I demanded, voice shaking as I fixed my dress.

“My biggest rival… and the man your father actually owed before he came crawling to me.” Damien gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You lied to me, Mia. Or your father did.”

“I didn’t know the full story,” I whispered, fear and anger warring inside me.

The brief tenderness from moments ago vanished completely. He kissed me hard — angry and possessive. “Tonight you stay locked in the penthouse with security. When I return, I’m fucking the truth out of you until you’re sobbing my name.”

He stormed out, leaving me alone in his office, legs still trembling and mind spinning.

I was trying to steady my breathing when my phone buzzed.

Unknown: He’s lying. Ask him about Sophia — the pregnant woman he lost two years ago. Check the sealed files in his private safe. The truth will destroy you both.

My stomach dropped like a stone.

Was I falling for a murderer?

Or was someone playing a deadly game with our lives?