Chapter 2

I stared up into his dark eyes and tried to find a single trace of humanity or mercy but Damien Sterling was completely hollow and entirely focused on consuming me. My breathing turned into shallow gasps while his rough thumb dragged back and forth over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh right at the edge of my lace panties. I wanted to scream for the security guards waiting in the hallway but I knew every single man in this massive building worked directly for him and absolutely no one was going to save me from the monster holding me hostage against the desk.

"You are a psychotic bastard," I spat at him while my fingers dug fiercely into the lapels of his expensive suit jacket to keep my knees from completely buckling under his overwhelming physical presence.

"I am a man who always gets exactly what he wants," Damien corrected smoothly while he leaned his heavy body forward and effectively pinned my hips to the hard edge of the mahogany wood so I could feel the entire rigid length of his erection pressing against my stomach. "And I have wanted you since the day you walked into my boardroom three years ago looking like a pristine little angel who desperately needed to be ruined."

I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a broken breath because my older brother was sitting in the ballroom downstairs completely unaware that his best friend was holding my entire future in the palm of his hand. I could not let my family go to federal prison and I could not watch my parents lose their home just to protect my own stubborn pride.

"Fine," I whispered bitterly while I opened my eyes and glared at his handsome, terrifying face. "I will do whatever you want if you destroy that flash drive right now and let my brother walk away unharmed."

Damien did not smile and he did not look satisfied with my hesitant surrender. He grabbed the back of my knees and forcefully dragged my legs apart so he could step completely between my thighs and cage me against the desk.

"You do not get to act like a martyr when your body is currently soaking through your underwear for me," Damien growled darkly against my mouth before he crashed his lips down onto mine in a bruising, violent kiss that completely swallowed my gasp of shock.

He kissed me with a savage desperation that tasted like expensive scotch and absolute dominance while his large hands gripped my waist and effortlessly lifted me entirely onto the top of the desk. He swept his thick arm across the polished wood and sent his expensive laptop and heavy glass files crashing onto the floor to clear a large space for my body. He pushed my shoulders backward until I was lying flat against the cold mahogany and he immediately covered my body with his heavy frame to prevent me from moving.

I tried to keep my hands completely still but his mouth dragged a burning trail of wet kisses down my jawline and bit hard into the sensitive skin of my neck until my back involuntarily arched off the desk. He reached down and grabbed the hem of my red silk gown, violently shoving the expensive fabric entirely up to my waist to expose my lace underwear and bare thighs to the cold air of the office.

"Look at me," Damien commanded while he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them securely above my head with one massive hand so I was completely vulnerable to his dark gaze. "I want you to look directly into my eyes while I show you exactly who owns your body now."

I forced my eyes open and stared at his heavily scarred face while his free hand moved deliberately between my spread legs and firmly pressed his long fingers directly against my soaked lace panties. I let out a loud, embarrassing moan that echoed through the empty office because the overwhelming friction of his calloused hand rubbing against my most sensitive nerve endings sent a violent shock of pure electricity straight through my veins.

He stroked me relentlessly through the thin fabric while he watched my face flush with deep red heat and my chest heave with ragged breaths. He knew exactly how to dismantle my defenses and he used his physical experience to completely override my rational mind until I was helplessly thrusting my hips up into his crushing grip just to find friction.

"Please," I begged breathlessly while my fingernails scraped uselessly against the hard wood of the desk because the building pressure in my lower stomach was driving me completely insane.

Damien suddenly stopped moving his hand and pulled his fingers entirely away from my aching center, leaving me gasping and completely desperate for his dominant touch. He reached into his suit jacket with his free hand and pulled out a folded piece of thick legal paper before he dropped it directly onto my heaving chest.

"I am not going to finish what I started until you read the contract your brother signed ten minutes ago," Damien stated with a terrifyingly cold smirk while he finally released my wrists and stepped back from the desk. "He didn't just sign over your family's company to avoid federal prison, Chloe. He officially signed over your legal guardianship to clear his personal debts, which means you are my legally contracted wife as of midnight tonight."