All Chapters of Possessed By The Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The atmosphere in the office was thick, heavy with a dangerous musky scent, but also with a melancholy that the steel of the dagger could not cut through. Uriel, still catching his breath after the kiss, felt the dead weight of Carter’s feelings crushing his divine will."I only wanted him to be happy," Uriel whispered, his voice sounding not like an archangel’s, but like that of a broken man. "Carter loved Dorian with a purity that is rare even in Heaven. That is why I didn't intervene. That is why I stayed in the shadows, guarding a romance that was technically a sin according to my laws. But never... I never imagined my silence would open the door for something like you to devour his existence."Astaroth took a step back, leaning his hip against the desk. His amber eyes shone with genuine curiosity, like a collector analyzing an ancient artifact."Tell me, Fire of God... How did it happen? How did the Prince of Finance fall from his glass pedestal?"Uriel closed his eyes, and Car

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil.Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:"If you don't fight to keep Dorian and Carter together, Dorian will die and you, Astaroth, will vanish into eternity! Uriel will be confined to the Pit of Oblivion for his treason. You are the one with the most to lose, Demon King.""I don't care about Uriel," Astaroth growled, though his amber eyes instinctively searched for the angel's position. "I only care about continuing to exist.""Then make him love you!" the witch decreed. "If you cannot get Uriel, in Carter’s body, to

The silence in Derand Thorne’s office was not an empty space; it was a physical mass that suffocated Carter’s lungs. The pressure of those hands on his shoulders felt like iron shackles. Uriel, trapped within his human vessel, processed the information with dizzying speed. His angelic consciousness, usually sharp and predictive, faltered before the revelation.“How is it that I never perceived the true intentions of Dorian’s father?” Carter questioned himself mentally, feeling a sharp sting born from his celestial essence. His intuition should have detected the vibration of lust long before it manifested in words. However, the dense layer of power, money, and secrets surrounding the Thorne dynasty had acted as an interference shield. Now, Derand’s mask of corporate righteousness had disintegrated, exposing a predator who sought not love, but total domination.Carter swallowed hard, feeling the knot in his throat. He knew every word had to be measured with surgical precision."Sir,"

"Why won't you spill?" she demanded, halting her rhythm for a second to lock him in a venomous gaze, her breasts rising and falling violently. "Is it because Carter's body is enough? Is that what you're missing? Tell me!"The mention of his name cut through the air like a blade. Sigfri was infuriated to realize that, even in this moment of supposed surrender, Dorian remained a mere spectator of his own passion, denying her his submission. She wanted to see him broken, unraveled, yielded to her will.Dorian arched an eyebrow, his voice possessing a stability that made her tremble with rage."When you learn how to please me!" he said cruelly. "Then I will finish as many times as you desire. For now, you are nothing but noise trying to imitate pleasure."Beside herself, Sigfri pressed her thighs against his sides and dug her nails into Dorian’s shoulders, refusing to let go, prepared to ride him until exhaustion consumed them both. But then, Astaroth—fully inhabiting the muscle and

"Of course not," Sigfri replied, surrendering to her lover’s caresses. "To the world, we are best friends. And for any suspicions, we always have your boyfriend—the loyal substitute who serves as our screen."Paris’s smile transformed into a shadow of desire. Her fingers, which had previously been tracing circles on Sigfri’s arm, now climbed with a torturous slowness over her shoulder, sliding the fabric of her dress away."Sometimes I forget he is just a screen," she murmured, her voice a low, warm whisper against Sigfri’s skin. "Because when I am with you, no one else exists."She leaned in, and their lips met. It wasn't a kiss of passion, but of recognition. A slow, deep kiss that spoke of shared secrets and nights like this, stolen from a world that would never understand them. Paris’s tongue brushed Sigfri’s lips, asking for permission, and she granted it willingly."Dorian only seeks power, possession," Sigfri whispered between kisses, her hands finding Paris’s waist and pul