Semua Bab Seduced by my Bosses: Bab 61 - Bab 70

I stayed late. Again.The building was nearly empty — lights dimmed, the click of my heels echoing through the 33rd floor like a guilty confession. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. But Mr. Hale? He was still in his office. He always was.Vincent Hale, CEO of Hale & Stratton. Mid-forties. Tall. Commanding. Salt-and-pepper hair that made him look like a goddamn power fantasy. He never raised his voice, but when he said my name — “Sienna.” — I felt it between my thighs.He was a man who never said more than necessary. Who wore tailored suits like armor. Who looked at me like he knew exactly what I thought about when I was alone.I spilled coffee on a quarterly report trying to get everything printed before he called. My nerves were frayed. I cleaned it quickly, replaced the page, straightened my skirt.At 9:12 p.m., my phone buzzed.Mr. Hale: Bring the client summary. And close the door behind you.I swallowed and grabbed the folder.His office door was slightly ajar. Through it, I

The elevator ride to the 48th floor felt like a slow descent into something I couldn’t name.I adjusted my blouse for the third time. It was slightly tighter than I remembered — the fabric pulling around my chest every time I inhaled. The pencil skirt clung to my hips. My heels clicked sharply as I walked across the polished marble of Maddox International’s top floor.I wasn’t sure if I was overdressed or underdressed for the interview. Maybe both.A receptionist with icy eyes and a flawless bun looked up.“Miss Langston?”I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. “Here for the final interview.”She picked up the phone, said something too soft to hear, then gestured to the door behind her.“Mr. Maddox will see you now.”I swallowed and stepped forward.The door closed behind me with a soft click.The office was huge — all glass and steel and wood that smelled expensive. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the skyline. But I didn’t look long. Because my eyes landed on him.Mr. Maddox.

! My knees hit the cold marble floor as I crawled toward Jace Knight.Every inch I moved made my skin burn with humiliation. Not just because I was naked — still sticky between my thighs from my boss’s cum — but because I liked the way they watched me. Cole, stiff and silent behind me like a wall of control. Jace, smirking like the devil himself, arms crossed, eyes tracking the sway of my hips and the arch of my back as I crawled closer.I stopped at Jace’s feet, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.He looked down at me. “You always this obedient?”“She is when I break her in first,” Cole said behind me.Jace chuckled. “Well. Let’s see what Daddy’s taught you.”He reached down, gripped my chin, and ran his thumb over my lips.“Open.”I obeyed.He unzipped his slacks and pulled out his cock — thick, long, darker than Cole’s, veined and already hard.“Lick first,” he said.I leaned forward, tongue out, and licked a long stripe up the underside, then circled the tip. He hissed.“

Lina couldn’t scrub away the scent.She’d showered twice, her skin raw from the friction of soap and cloth. She’d changed her uniform. Tied her hair back. Avoided mirrors.But it lingered—Ronan’s growl in her ear, Kael’s breath on her throat, the sticky heat between her thighs from watching an Alpha stroke himself while she knelt like prey.She was no longer just a maid.She was marked, even without teeth.The other staff noticed.They didn’t say it outright, but the housekeeper avoided her eyes. One of the older kitchen maids whispered something about “the bed girl” when Lina passed.Wolves were possessive.And once they scented you—once they teased the edge of claiming—you couldn’t go back to ordinary.And she didn’t want to.Even if every instinct screamed that she should.She lasted three days without seeing them.Three days of silence. Three days of folding towels, serving breakfast, pretending she wasn’t waiting for a call, a growl, a command.Then, on the fourth day, the messag

Lina didn’t return to their room the next night.She couldn’t.Her legs still ached. Her lips were bruised. Her body hummed with the ghosts of their touch. But worse than the soreness was the ache behind her ribs—the sudden realization that she didn’t know who she was anymore when they weren’t touching her.She hadn’t been meant to feel anything.She was supposed to be a maid. A girl with a mop and a schedule and a quiet place to sleep.Instead, she was a woman who came on two Alpha cocks, begged for it, and wore a collar to bed.And she needed to breathe.She spent the morning avoiding everyone.She folded towels in the laundry room long after her shift had ended. She skipped her lunch. Pretended not to hear the others whispering when she passed.They knew.Everyone knew.And Ronan and Kael hadn’t called for her all day.The silence felt heavier than their grip.But it was also her only chance to remember who she was before this began.So she did the unthinkable.That night, instead