Chapter 1: The Morning After

First, I was very naked.

The deep, throbbing ache between my thighs woke me first. My pussy felt sore, swollen, and still slick from how roughly he had fucked me last night. I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds longer, desperately hoping it was all a bad dream, but the expensive silk sheets and the strong masculine scent of sex and sandalwood surrounding me made it impossible.

'God, Sienna, you stupid slut. What the hell did you do?'

Memories flooded in fast and dirty. Catching Simon fucking that blonde against the wall. Downing too many shots of tequila. Then him, the tall, dangerous stranger who had claimed me the second our eyes met. The way he fingered my wet cunt in the back of his limousine until I came all over his hand. How I begged him like a desperate whore to fuck me harder while calling him Daddy.

I finally opened my eyes. This was a luxurious penthouse with a breathtaking view of Chicago. My torn dress lay crumpled on the floor like proof of my slutty behavior.

I glanced beside me. He was still asleep, lying face down, with a large tattoo of dark wings across his powerful back. Even unconscious, he looked like pure danger.

'I need to get the fuck out of here before he wakes up.'

I slipped quietly from the bed, grabbed his white dress shirt from the floor, and pulled it on. The fabric smelled like him, and my pussy clenched traitorously. I headed for the door, but my pride stopped me at the last second.

I grabbed a coaster, scribbled a message with my red lipstick, and left it on the nightstand with my last twenty dollar bill.

Service was adequate. Ego was excessive. Do not get attached. I have already forgotten your face.

Satisfied with my small rebellion, I reached for the door handle.

It was locked.

"Going somewhere, little architect?"

The deep, lazy voice sent a shiver straight to my core.

I turned around slowly.

He was awake. Sitting up in bed with the sheet pooled low around his hips, staring at me with those intense stormy eyes. Andre Voss looked like sin even right after waking up.

"I have a meeting," I said, trying to sound confident.

"Without any panties?" His gaze dropped to the hem of his shirt, where my bare pussy was barely hidden. "That is very unprofessional of you, Sienna."

My cheeks burned. "Just unlock the door. Last night was a mistake. We are done."

Andre rose from the bed, completely naked. His thick cock was already semi hard as he stalked toward me. He stopped inches away and slammed one hand against the door above my head, trapping me.

"I saw your cute little note," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "And the twenty dollars. Did you really think you could fuck me like a desperate whore all night and then tip me on your way out?"

My thighs pressed together as fresh wetness slicked my pussy.

'I hate how much his words are turning me on right now.'

"I did not know who you were," I whispered.

"Now you do." His thumb brushed my lower lip slowly. "I bought your father's failing company last night. And after the way you came all over my cock screaming for more, I decided I want to keep you too."

My stomach dropped.

"You are lying."

"Check your phone."

With shaking fingers, I pulled it out. The messages from my father confirmed everything. The company had been acquired overnight.

Andre smiled, slow and predatory. "Here is my offer. One year. You live in my penthouse. You work as my personal assistant. You obey every filthy command I give you. In return, I save your father's company from ruin. Refuse, and I destroy it by the end of the week."

I stared at him, anger and dark arousal twisting inside me.

'I should hate him. So why is my pussy getting so wet?'

"I hate you," I breathed.

His smirk deepened. "Good. I like breaking girls who hate me. Makes their surrender so much sweeter."

He finally stepped back and unlocked the door.

"Shower quickly. You have forty five minutes. Your new life serving me starts today."

I walked out on shaky legs, his shirt rubbing teasingly against my hard nipples and bare, dripping pussy with every step. As the elevator descended, only one filthy, terrifying thought filled my mind.

I had just sold myself to the devil.

And the worst part was, a dark, aching part of me could not wait to see what he would do to me next.

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