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Chapter 3I woke up to the feeling of something thick and hard pressing against my lips.My eyes fluttered open. Damien was standing beside the bed, already dressed in a crisp black shirt and trousers, looking down at me like I was breakfast. His cock was out, heavy and half-hard, the head brushing my mouth.“Open,” he said.I parted my lips without thinking. He slid his cock into my mouth with a low groan, one hand sliding into my hair to hold me in place. I sucked him slowly at first, tasting the clean skin and the faint salt of pre-cum that was already leaking from the tip.“That’s it,” he murmured. “Good morning, fucktoy.”The filthy word sent a rush of heat straight between my legs. I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, letting him use my mouth while he stood there fully dressed and I was still naked under the sheets.He fucked my mouth with slow, controlled thrusts for a few minutes, then pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants.“On your back. Legs spread.”I obeye

Tempted by the Boss Chapter 4: The Breaking Point They returned from Singapore two days later. The flight home was quiet. Marcus worked on his laptop while Cole sat across from him, both of them pretending the last few nights in the hotel suite had not changed everything. Every time their eyes met, the memory of Marcus buried inside him, of Cole riding him until they both shook, hung between them like smoke. Work the next morning felt normal on the surface. Cole handled calls and schedules from his desk outside Marcus’s office. Marcus stayed behind closed doors for most of the day. But at noon, when the office was empty, Marcus called Cole in. He locked the door, bent Cole over the desk, and fucked him fast and rough with one hand over Cole’s mouth to keep him quiet. They came in under ten minutes. No words after. Just Marcus pulling out, cleaning them both, and saying, “The dinner is tomorrow night. Wear the black suit.” Cole nodded and went back to his desk with Marcus’s come st

Chapter 2 I waited until the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall before I started working on the ropes. My wrists ached from pulling but the silk held tight. The room was huge and dark with heavy curtains and expensive furniture that screamed money and power. There had to be a way out. A window. A phone. Something. I twisted my body and managed to get my feet on the floor. The rope gave just enough that I could stand but not reach the door. My legs felt shaky from what he had done to me earlier. My pussy still throbbed with the memory of his fingers. I hated that. I hated how wet I still was. The door handle was too far. I stretched as much as I could but my fingers only brushed the wood. Fuck. I dropped back onto the bed and tried to loosen the knot with my teeth. It tasted like him. Clean and dark and expensive. I was still struggling when the door opened again. Dante stood there watching me with those cold black eyes. He had changed into a black shirt unbuttoned at the

Chapter 4 I sat in the panic room with the gun heavy in my lap and watched the monitors. The fight was over. Dante’s men moved through the house dragging bodies away. He stood in the main hallway giving orders. Blood on his shirt. Calm in his eyes. Every few seconds he glanced toward the camera in the corner like he knew I was watching. My body still felt him. My pussy ached in the best and worst way. His cum had dried on my thighs again. The shirt he gave me smelled like gunpowder and him. I should have been planning how to use this moment to run. Instead I kept replaying the way he fucked me while bullets flew outside. The way he kissed me like he needed to mark my mouth too. The door to the panic room clicked open. Dante stepped inside and locked it behind him. He looked at the gun in my hands then at my face. “You did not shoot anyone. Good girl.” I set the gun on the desk. “Is it over?” “For now.” He pulled the bloody shirt off and tossed it aside. Underneath his chest was

Chapter 2 I spent the rest of the day walking around the house with Marcus’s cum still inside me. Every step reminded me of what had happened in the living room. My dad came home a few hours later and I had to sit at the dinner table across from both of them like nothing was wrong. Marcus barely looked at me, but every time our eyes met I felt my pussy clench. I could still feel him leaking out of me. I had not cleaned up. I did not dare. My dad talked about work. Marcus answered in his low, calm voice. I pushed food around my plate and tried not to squirm in my seat. When dinner ended I went to my room and stared at the clock. Eight fifty. Ten minutes until nine. I stripped completely naked. My hands shook as I walked down the hallway toward the guest room where Marcus was staying. The house was quiet. My parents’ bedroom was on the other side of the house, but the risk still made my heart pound. I stopped in front of his door. Then I dropped to my knees like he had ordered.