Todos los capítulos de Hot & Owned: Billionaire Edition(short story collection) : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Cami sat in the dim coffee shop on the edge of downtown, staring at the stack of papers in front of her. The numbers didn’t lie. Red ink everywhere. Her father’s company once something solid, something proud had bled out over the last two years. Bad deals, worse loans, and now the bank wanted everything. The house. The cars. Even the little apartment she’d moved into when things started falling apart. She rubbed her eyes. Twenty-six years old and already drowning. She’d tried everything. Selling what she could, picking up extra shifts at the bar, begging old friends for favors that never came through. Nothing worked. The bell above the door jingled. A man stepped inside. Tall. Dark suit that looked too expensive for this neighborhood. Hair black and neat, cut sharp like he never let anything stay out of place. His eyes found her right away, green and steady, like he’d known exactly where she’d be. He didn’t ask if the seat across from her was free. He just took it. “Cami Monroe,

Cami stayed on her knees between Elias’s legs for what felt like forever.Her thighs burned. Her back ached a little from holding still. But the worst part was the ache between her legs. Deep. Throbbing. Wetness kept sliding down her inner thighs, slow and warm, reminding her every second how turned on she was. How exposed. How completely at his mercy.He hadn’t touched her again since that one light brush. Just sat there. Watching. Sometimes he sipped from a glass of water he’d poured himself. Sometimes he scrolled on his phone. Calm. Like having a naked woman kneeling at his feet was the most normal thing in the world.Her breathing got louder the longer it went on. Small shaky inhales. Soft whimpers she couldn’t hold back.Finally he set the phone down.“Eyes up,” he said.She lifted her gaze. His eyes were dark now. Hungrier.“You’re dripping on my floor,” he said. Quiet. Almost amused.Her face flamed. She wanted to close her thighs. Hide it. But he’d told her to keep them apart.

Cami stood in the middle of the living room. Naked. Fresh from the shower. Skin still warm and damp. Elias had dried her himself—slow towel strokes over her breasts, her stomach, between her legs—until she was trembling again.He handed her a small pile of clothes. Not much.Black lace thong. Thin. Barely there.A short black skirt. Tight. Ending mid-thigh.A white silk blouse. Sheer enough that her nipples would show if the light hit right. No bra.Black heels. High. Strappy.And a thin silver choker. Simple. But heavy around her neck.“Put them on,” he said.She dressed quick. The thong slid between her folds, already damp from the morning. The skirt hugged her ass. The blouse clung to her skin where it was still wet. Nipples poked against the silk. Visible.He stepped close. Fastened the choker. Fingers lingering on her throat.“This stays on,” he said. “Always when we’re out. Reminder.”“Yes, Sir.”He looked her over. Nodded once. Satisfied.“We’re going out.”Her stomach dropped.

Cami woke from her short nap still buzzing.Her body felt loose and heavy at the same time, like every muscle remembered exactly how many times Elias had pushed her to the edge and held her there. The sheets smelled like sex and him—clean sweat, faint cologne, her own release. She stretched slow, arms above her head, legs spreading on instinct. Her pussy was tender. Swollen. Still slick.She heard water running.The shower.He was in there.She sat up. Heart picking up speed again.The bedroom door was open. Steam drifted out from the bathroom. She could see the glass shower wall fogged up. His shape moving behind it. Tall. Broad shoulders. Water sliding down his back.She bit her lip.He hadn’t told her to stay in bed.She slid off the mattress. Bare feet on cool floor. Walked to the doorway.Leaned against the frame. Watching.He turned. Saw her through the steam.Didn’t say anything at first. Just looked. Water streaming over his chest, down his abs, lower. His cock was half-hard a

Cami stood on the balcony long after Elias had carried her back inside. The city lights blurred below like they were underwater. Her legs still felt weak from the way he’d taken her—hard, desperate, like the threat outside had lit something feral in him. His cum was still warm between her thighs, a sticky reminder that he’d claimed her again, right there against the railing where anyone with a drone or a telescope could’ve seen. But the photo on his phone kept replaying in her head. Her signature. Their copy. The contract isn’t over when you say it is. She hugged her arms around herself. Naked again. The hoodie and leggings lay discarded on the floor like they’d never mattered. Elias came back from the hallway. Phone gone. Face calmer now, but the tension still sat in his shoulders. He didn’t speak at first. Just walked straight to her. Pulled her into his arms. Held her tight against his chest. One hand cradling the back of her head. The other low on her back, fingers splaye