All Chapters of Owned by my husband’s boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The click of the door felt final. Anna leaned against the wood, her lungs tight as she tracked Anthony. He was sprawled on the couch, shirtless, a slow trail of smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. The amber light caught the hard lines of his chest, and Anna’s teeth sank into her lower lip. He looked like a predator at rest. His gaze snapped to hers. He didn’t just look; he prowled over her with his eyes. “When you said you were going to... punish me,” she whispered, her voice fracturing, “what did you mean?” Anthony didn't answer immediately. He snubbed the cigarette out, his movements slow and agonizingly deliberate. He stood, stalking toward her until the heat radiating from his bare skin hit her like a wave. The air in the room turned thick, electric. He hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her head back until she was looking right into the fire in his eyes. He didn't devour her. Not yet. He pressed a soft, maddeningly light kiss to her lips—a tease t

Anna set the bag of fruit on the cold hospital counter. Her mother’s eyes followed her every move, watching as Anna pulled out an apple and sliced it with rhythmic, mechanical strokes. Anna looked up and forced a smile, but it stopped at her lips, never reaching the heavy shadows under her eyes. “Here, open up,” she whispered, holding a slice to her mother’s mouth. Her mother chewed slowly, her gaze never leaving her daughter's face. “The doctor says your numbers are looking better,” Anna said, her voice bright and rehearsed. “You’ll be out of here soon. We just have to stick to the treatment for now.” She tried to keep her expression light, but her mother wasn't looking at the fruit or the monitors—she was searching Anna’s face. “Did you have a fight with Jake?” her mother asked, her voice soft with concern. Anna kept her voice level. “No, mom. We didn’t have a fight.” “Then why hasn't he visited?” “He’s just buried in work lately,” Anna lied, focusing intensely on the

“Fuck... shit,” Anthony’s voice broke into a thick slur. Anna set the pace, the rhythmic, wet friction of her body against his filling the quiet room. He reached up, his large hands anchoring onto her hips to steady her. “Keep your eyes on me,” he grunted, his fingers digging into her skin to guide her movement.“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. His grip tightened, pulling her down firmly to bottom out against him. “You’re so fucking tight... Anna.” The words tumbled out, heavy with the weight of the pleasure hitting him.Anna grinned down at him, her chest heaving. She raked her nails lightly over his pectoral muscles, leaving faint red tracks that made him twitch deep inside her. “You like that? Watching me take what’s mine?” She shifted, rolling her hips in a slow, punishing circle. She ground against him, her breath hitching as the friction sent sparks through her core. He filled her completely—thick and unyielding, stretching her until she felt she might break.Anthony bucked his hips to

“Oh! This isn’t what it looks like,” Anthony stammered, snatching the phone from Anna’s hand. Anna scoffed, a sharp, hollow laugh escaping her throat.“We’ve been together for a month and the mask is already slipping,” she said, her voice trembling with a jagged edge.“Wait—what?” Anthony’s face twisted in confusion. “This message is just—”“Save it.” Anna cut him off, held up a hand to silence him. “I can’t deal with this. Good night.” She spun on her heel, heading for the exit.“No, no, no, Anna!” Anthony lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind.“Let go of me! People are staring,” Anna hissed, squirming against his hold. He released his grip, only to clamp his hand firmly around her wrist. “What are you doing?” she demanded, stumbling as he began to pull her through the crowd.“You said people are watching. Fine. I’ll take you somewhere they won't,” he muttered, his jaw set. He ignored her attempts to wrench her arm free, hauling her toward the parking lot. He yanke

The woman’s face turned a deep crimson as the wine dripped from her hair and soaked her clothes. With a sharp gasp, she lunged for the bottle, her fingers clawing at the glass. She swung it toward Anna, but Anthony intercepted her mid-air. He wrenched the bottle from her grip and shoved her back, sending her stumbling onto the hard floor.“Are you okay?” Anthony’s voice was low, his eyes scanning Anna for any sign of a scratch. Around them, the restaurant fell into a suffocating silence as every customer turned to stare.“I’m fine. We need to get you cleaned up,” Anna whispered, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for his wine-stained shirt.The woman hauled herself up, a bitter scoff escaping her lips. She shoved her damp hair back from her face with a jagged movement.“Are you going to act like everything is fine, Anthony?” she spat. Anthony met her words with a cold, dead stare that silenced the table next to them. “You ruined my life. You destroyed my family!”She tried to