Lahat ng Kabanata ng Captive To The Boss’s Lust: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

42 🌶️🔥🥵I pulled a chair up beside Adrian and leaned over his desk, skimming through the case files. His piercing gaze burned into my back, searing my skin with its intensity.Then, suddenly, his warm breath brushed against the nape of my neck.“Standing this close to me might be dangerous,” he whispered, his voice thick with a dark desire.I turned to face him, only to have my gaze snag on his lips. That teasing smile of his reappeared as he slid a finger down my collar, tracing along my collarbone beneath the fabric.“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless.“Just showing you how I plan to convince you,” he said—and in a heartbeat, I was back on his lap.His hands locked around my waist. I froze in place, caught between panic and anticipation.“This isn’t professional,” I breathed.“I never said I was.”And then his lips crashed into mine—rough, hungry, claiming. Something inside me burst into flame. I knew I should resist, but my fingers had already tangled in his hair.His han

44 🌶️🔥🥵I felt his hardness pressing against my backside.At first, he rubbed his cock along my pussy.“Are you shy?” he whispered.“Mhm…” I nodded weakly.“Don’t be. I’m going to be your husband.”“You won’t…” I replied breathlessly.“Still being stubborn, huh?”I gasped when he slapped my ass—more surprised than hurt.But God, it turned me on.“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll be counting the days to become my wife.”One hand cupped my breasts while the other slid between my thighs.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him spreading something onto his cock.Then he smeared the same slick substance between my ass cheeks.“Adrian… what is that…?”“Lube,” he said simply. “So it won’t hurt.”Then I felt him position himself, the thick head of his cock nudging between my cheeks.God, I hoped he wasn’t too big.As he slowly pushed in, a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure coursed through me.“Ahhh—stop! It’s too big!” I gasped.“It’s only 21 centimeters, baby.But don’t worry—I’m

46The next dayI put on my black dress and tied my hair up in a sleek ponytail. Once I slipped into my black heels, I was ready. Today, Adrian and I were heading to the courthouse to finalize a couple’s divorce. He had texted me last night to let me know. He hadn’t made a single comment or hint about what had happened between us at the office.No one had woken up early this morning—probably still affected by yesterday’s chaos. When I grabbed my bag from the coat rack, I noticed the zipper was open. It had to be Grace. She must have been furious when she couldn’t find the phone.Then again, I wasn’t stupid enough to leave it in my bag, in the hallway, of all places.Still, how she managed to fool us for years and spend my father’s money on her lover—I couldn’t understand it. With that level of intelligence, it made no sense. Unless that man was the real mastermind, pulling her strings. That made more sense. No decent man would mess around with a married woman unless he was scum.The m

48As we walked together, Adrian kept talking about Lubbock. I, on the other hand, just listened—completely taken by him.“Broadway Street is what some people call ‘Obligation Avenue.’ It’s the heart of Lubbock, no question about it. Some are here to make a living, others to chase girls. You’ll find everything on this street—from mosques to nightclubs. But the best part is, you never feel alone in the crowd. Stop a stranger and say, ‘Hey, I can’t carry this,’ and they’ll help you. No questions asked.It’s a good city… not like your New York. The people here are warm, helpful. Pickpocketing, theft—it’s rare, even in a crowd like this. This street has seen so many things… It’s the gathering place for Lubbock. For marches honoring fallen soldiers. For football fans chanting together for Lubbockspor. This street has witnessed unity.”I only realized we’d reached the restaurant when he finally went quiet.If he hadn’t stopped, I could’ve listened to him talk about Lubbock all night.⸻Afte

I knocked on the door and stepped inside. Sophia was pacing with her phone in hand, grumbling under her breath.“Are you stupid or what?! Who throws a tile like that? He totally gave himself away! If you don’t know how to play team rummy, then don’t!”“Whoa, easy there, champ.”“How can I be calm? That idiot threw a thirteen! Ruined the whole game!”“If you’re done, slowly put down the phone, take a deep breath… and just let it go.”“Fine. I’m calm now. I’m never playing team mode again. Long live solo life!”“I agree, flying solo has its perks. But sometimes, you do need a partner.”“We’re not talking about rummy anymore, are we?”“Exactly. Let’s get to the real topic. You know how Mom and Dad keep pressuring me to get married?”“And I know you don’t want to.”I took a deep breath. She was right. “Yeah, that’s true. But still… I’ve decided to get married. I can’t take their constant pressure anymore.”“That’s all well and good, but it’s not that simple. Who are you going to marry?”“