All Chapters of Taken By My Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

You don’t have to tell me," he said softly, his lips close to mine. "But I want to find out myself."Before I could think of pushing him away, Alex kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth easily, making me weak. He held my hair, pulling me closer, as if he wanted more. I tried to push him away, but my body didn’t listen, and my arms wrapped around his neck.Suddenly, the door opened, and we both stopped. Alex's girlfriend, Victoria, stood there, shocked. She looked at us, her eyes moving from us to our lips. For a moment, everything was silent, except for our hearts beating loudly. Then she screamed, breaking the silence.Alex jumped back, his hand falling from my neck. "Victoria," he said, sounding tense. But she was already moving towards us, angry."What is this, Alex?" she yelled, her voice loud in the room. She looked at me with narrowed eyes. "You little slut! I knew you wanted him!"Alex raised his hands in a calming way, his eyes moving between us. "Victoria, wait, it’s not wh

I was crying as I walked through the hallway, feeling like the big mansion was closing in on me. I needed to leave, away from their blame and judgment.My hand shook as I turned the doorknob, the metal cold against my warm skin. The door opened with a loud creak, and fresh air rushed in, feeling so different from the stuffy room I had just left. The cool air hit me hard, waking me up.I paused, trying to understand what had just happened. It felt like a dramatic TV show, but it was my real life, and everything was falling apart.Ignoring the rain pouring outside, I stepped into it, letting it drench my uniform. The cold drops stung my cheeks as I ran away from the mansion. The rain was painful, but it was a relief from my embarrassment.My mind raced as I ran. How did it come to this? I had always felt unwanted in my family. My dad was never happy with me, and when he remarried and had three daughters, I felt even more like a failure. My stepmother didn't want me around either, and sh

Mr. Harrison was by the fireplace, facing away from me. He took off his shirt, showing strong shoulders and a muscular back. I felt nervous and scared. I knew what I should do, but it was much scarier than I thought.Before I could think, he turned around and looked at me intensely. "You're late," he said in a low voice that made me shiver. "But I see you tried."He stepped closer, his chest almost touching mine. He looked at my dress and then traced his hand along my chest. "Take it off," he ordered.My hands shook as I tried to loosen the ties behind my neck. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving me in just my underwear. He looked me over, and I could see his desire, which scared and excited me at the same time."Good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now the rest."With shaking hands, I took off my bra. His eyes followed the movement. The air felt charged with anticipation, just like the heat from the fireplace."Lay on the bed," he instructed, his voice smooth and thrill

You're not interrupting anything, darling," she said, sliding off Mr. Harrison's lap with a grace that seemed almost rehearsed. "We were just getting to know each other."I couldn't bear to look at them anymore. I turned on my heel and ran back to the room I'd been given, the grand hallways of the mansion seeming to stretch on forever as I sprinted away. My heart hammered in my chest, the pain of seeing them together like a knife twisting in my gut. But as I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, panting, I knew I couldn't hide forever. This wasn't my house. This wasn't my life. And if I didn't want to be just another toy for Mr. Harrison, I had to take control of my own destiny.Slowly, I walked to the bed, each step heavier than the last. The plush comforter and silk sheets seemed to beckon me, offering a brief reprieve from the storm raging inside. I collapsed onto the mattress with a sigh, feeling like a rag doll thrown aside after a child's playtime had ended. For a momen

I stayed still on the bed, looking at the place where he had been, his scent still in the air. His words played in my mind: "When you're ready to accept it, I'll take you." The thought of him coming back was both scary and exciting. I felt like a moth drawn to a flame, unable to resist the dangerous pull of the fire.With shaky hands, I touched myself, feeling the dampness. It was new yet strangely familiar after he had touched me. I had never felt this way before, my body alive with need. He had awakened something in me, a craving I didn't know I had. Now that I was aware of it, I couldn't ignore it.I slid a finger inside me, the feeling bringing waves of pleasure. I bit my lip to keep quiet, wishing it were his fingers instead. I closed my eyes and imagined him touching me, his mouth on my skin, whispering to me.My hand moved faster, following the rhythm he had set. It felt like he had marked me in the most private way. I wondered if I would ever feel this way with someone else, i