Chapter 1 - WET FOR THE DEVIL 1

~~Elena’s POV~~

My pussy clenched the second I stepped into Damien Blackthorn’s office.

He was leaning against his massive desk, arms crossed over his broad chest, staring at me like I was already naked and spread out for him. At thirty-four, he looked every bit the ruthless billionaire he was known to be–tall, heavily built, with sharp black hair, a chiseled jawline, and eyes so dark and intense they made my knees feel weak.

And right now, those dangerous eyes were locked on me.

This wasn’t the first time Damien was looking at me that way. To him, it was just a look but to me that have been have several sex dreams about my boss since the day I stepped into this company 2 weeks ago, that look was pure lust and desire..

I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden rush of heat between my legs. I was already wet, embarrassingly wet, just from being in the same room as this man. My nipples had tightened into hard peaks against my simple white blouse, and I could feel my pulse throbbing low in my belly.

“Elena Green,” his deep, smooth voice wrapped around me like warm velvet. “Come closer.”

I swallowed hard and obeyed, my heels clicking softly on the marble floor. Every step made my skirt brush against my sensitive skin, reminding me how soaked my panties already were. The rich, masculine scent of his cologne hit me as I stopped a few feet away.

“You’re desperate,” Damien stated calmly, his gaze slowly traveling down my body. It lingered on the swell of my breasts a second longer than necessary, then moved lower to the curve of my hips and the way my pencil skirt hugged my thighs. “To pay for your mom’s hospital bills right? There’s a mountain of debt and you’re willing to do almost anything for the money.”

My face flushed with shame, but the ache between my legs only intensified. He was right. My mother’s cancer treatment had drained every penny we had saved over the last three years. But the bills kept coming, each one bigger than the last. I had applied for dozens of jobs, but this one, personal assistant to Damien Blackthorn paid more in a month than I could earn in a year anywhere else.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. “I need this job more than you can imagine.”

He pushed off the desk and stepped closer, invading my space without touching me. The heat from his body made my breath hitch. One large hand hovered near my waist, so close I could almost feel his fingers on my skin. I found myself leaning toward him slightly, my body betraying me completely.

“I don’t hire innocent little girls,” he murmured, leaning down so his warm breath brushed my ear. “But for you, Elena, I’ll make an exception. One year contract. You’ll be my personal assistant during the day, you’ll handle my schedule, my calls, my every demand. And at any time, for any reason, you will obey me completely. No limits. No questions asked.”

My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. His words should have frightened me because they spoke of control, of power, of something far more dangerous than a normal job. But instead of fear, a fresh wave of wetness flooded my panties. My inner muscles clenched around nothing, imagining what “obey me completely” might actually mean.

I’ve had a crush on Damien Blackthorn, the CEO of the Blackthorn Group since three months ago, after he saved me from some thug guys that wanted to have their way with me, one night after I got back from my previous job. I know he certainly doesn’t remember me but I couldn’t stop thinking about him since that night. I couldn’t help fantasizing about his strong muscles that carried me out of the alley that day. How those wild eyes ripped open a part of me I never knew existed.

He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his dark, piercing gaze. My lips parted on a soft exhale. For one wild moment, I pictured him shoving me against the desk, ripping my skirt up, and taking what he wanted right here in his luxurious office.

“Sign it,” he ordered, sliding the thick stack of papers toward me. “And understand this clearly–once your name is on that line, your body belongs to me. I will use it whenever and however I want.”

I should have walked away.

Instead, I picked up the pen with a trembling hand. I thought about my mother lying weak in her hospital bed, about the eviction notice on my apartment door, about how this one signature could save us both. And deep down, in a secret place I barely dared to acknowledge, I thought about how badly I wanted this dangerous, beautiful man to claim me.

I signed.

The moment the ink dried, Damien’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. He took the contract and set it aside, then stepped even closer until our bodies were almost touching. His voice dropped lower and rough with dark promise.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Now get on your knees.”

My breath caught sharply in my throat. Heat flooded my entire body as I stared up at him, my pussy throbbing with raw, aching need.