Chapter 2: The Boardroom Predator

I barely had time to change into fresh clothes before rushing into Vance Architecture. My thighs still felt sticky and my pussy kept pulsing with the memory of Andre’s thick cock stretching me. I tried to look professional, but my legs were unsteady as I stepped into the building.

Marcus rushed over to me, pale faced. "Sienna, thank God. The new owner moved the all hands meeting up. Your father is already inside and he looks like he is about to have a heart attack."

A cold dread settled in my chest. I smoothed my skirt and walked into the boardroom.

The second I entered, our eyes locked.

Andre Voss sat at the head of the table like he owned the entire world. His sharp navy suit made him look even more powerful than he had in bed this morning. When his stormy gaze met mine, a dark, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips.

"You are late, Miss Vance," he said, his voice cutting through the room.

"I apologize," I replied, forcing my voice to stay steady. "There was a personal matter."

I took the seat next to my father. Andre reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out the coaster I had left on his nightstand. My red lipstick message was clearly visible to everyone.

"I received some interesting feedback this morning," he continued, holding it up for the room to see. "The author had quite a strong opinion about my personality. Would you care to comment, Sienna?"

My face burned with humiliation. The entire room went silent.

"I think personality has nothing to do with business, Mr Voss," I answered, lifting my chin.

Andre stood up and slowly circled the table until he stopped directly behind my chair. I could feel the heat of his body against my back.

"On the contrary," he murmured, low enough for only me to hear, "your personality makes me want to bend you over this table and remind you who is in charge now."

He raised his voice and addressed the room. "Everyone out. Immediately."

The lawyers and my father left without question. The door clicked shut, sealing me inside with him.

Andre turned my chair around so I faced him, then braced his hands on the armrests, caging me in completely.

"You thought you could sneak out of my bed this morning like a cheap whore and leave me a sarcastic note?" he growled softly. "I own this company now. And after last night, I have decided I own you too."

He slid a thick contract across the table toward me. "Sign it."

I scanned it quickly. One full year as his personal assistant. Living in his penthouse. Complete obedience. In exchange, he would save my father’s company from bankruptcy.

My hand trembled as I picked up the pen. I thought of my father’s exhausted face and all the people who worked here. With a heavy heart, I signed my name on the dotted line.

Andre took the contract, folded it, and slipped it inside his jacket. "Good girl."

He pulled me up from the chair until our bodies were pressed tightly together. His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"From this moment on, you belong to me," he said, voice dark and possessive. "You will move into my penthouse tonight. You will obey every command I give you. And when we are alone, you will call me Sir."

"I hate you," I whispered, even as my nipples hardened against his chest.

His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Keep telling yourself that, Sienna. It only makes me want to fuck the hate right out of you."

He leaned in until his mouth brushed my ear. "Go back to your desk and clear your schedule. My driver will collect you at five. And tonight, I am going to spend hours reminding this greedy little cunt exactly who it belongs to now."

He finally stepped back. I turned and walked out of the boardroom on shaky legs, my pussy already wet and aching from his filthy promise.

As I sat down at my desk, I closed my eyes and tried to breathe.

This was real. I had just signed my body away to a man who wanted to control every single inch of me.

And the most terrifying part was how excited my body felt at the thought of what he would do to me tonight.

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