All Chapters of Forbidden Balance - A Dark CEO Romance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The conference room on the 47th floor of the Voss Tower roch after expensive wood, freshboiled espresso and barely encased power. The glass front offered abreathtaking view over Frankfurt by night – a sea of lights that stands up toto the horizon. But no one saw. All eyes were on the manHead end of long table directed.Alexander Voss.He sat back in his black leather armchair, the long legs casualas if not only the space belonged to him, but the whole city.The tailor-made shirt spanned slightly above its wide chest,Tie sat perfectly, but the top button was opened – a tiny rebellionagainst your own perfection. With 38 years he was one of the youngest self-madebillionaires in Europe. And the most dangerous.His dark eyes scand the present like a predator that his preytaxed. Every syllable he spoke was precise, deep and carried this natural authority,no objection."The figures for the last quarter are acceptable. But it is not enough for me to be acceptable.”His voice filled

Two days. Two fucking days where Lena had hardly slept. Every nightshe felt his hard kiss on her lips, his hand in her neck, thePressure his body against the window pane. She had tried to get on herto concentrate the actual task – the hidden transactions, the darkLinks of the Voss Group, the material she secretly collected. But everyOnce she closed her eyes, she only saw Alexander Voss.On the third evening, shortly after 7 p.m., her phone buzzed on the desk intemporary office that was assigned to her.Unknown number.She took off.‘ 4701 Office. In five minutes.’His voice. Deep, commanding, without welcome. Then he put up.Lena's pulse shot up. She had her tight pencil skirt smooth, openedconsciously one more button of her blouse and made his way. The elevatorseemed slower than usual. Her slip was already wet when she was 47. Stockreached.The door to his office was open. Alexander leaned against his backDesk that crosses arms in front of the chest. He wore a black shirt w

Lena woke up because warm lips over her naked shoulder shredded. Sunlightfell through the bottom windows of the penthouse and dipped the huge bed ingolden light. Alexander's body was tightly pressed against her back, a muscularArm lay possessive around her waist, his hand rested on her chest.“Good morning,” he shoved with this deep, sleepy voice right at her ear.His erection pressed hard against her butt. “I hope you slept well...because I intend to make you tired again.”Lena smiled in her stomach despite the heavy knot. The memories of theLast night, his hands, his mouth, how often he cursed them toculminated. She turned to him in his arms. AlexanderHair was disintegrated, his dark eyes were still difficult to sleep, but thathungry glitters in it was already bright wax.“You’re insatiable,” she whispered and dragged her fingers over his chest.“With you? Always.” He kissed her slowly, deep, almost tender. His hand glitted betweenher legs and found her already wet. A quiet

Alexander pushed Lena harder against the door of his office. His fingers moveddeep and rhythmic in her, while his mouth covered her neck with hot kisses.Her skirt was pushed up to the waist, her blouse was half open.“You’re so wet... I love how fast you’re ready for me,” he grumbled against herSkin. He opened his belt with his free hand. “I will fuck you here and now,until you shout my name.”Lena moaned when he rubbed his thick acorn through her wet column. She was shortbefore forgetting everything – the USB stick in her pocket, the copied files, theBad conscience. Only his hard body, his scent, his dominance counted.Just as he wanted to penetrate her, the sharp ringing of the internalIntercom.“Mr. Voss? Dr. Hagen here. It's urgent. I need to talk to you right now. It's aboutthe security of the network.”Alexander died. A quiet, annoyed crawler escaped his throat. He pressed hisForehead against Lenas and breathed hard.“Now not,” he muttered, more to himself. Then he kiss

It was far after midnight when Lena heard how the private elevator hummed. She had not sleeping. Only dressed with one of his white shirts she sat on the edge the big bed, the knees tightened, and stared at the lights of the city. The USB Stick lay hidden in her purse in the living room – she had not dared it, he to stir.The elevator doors opened. Alexander's steps were harder than usual. He entered Bedroom, the jacket already pulled out, the tie loosened. His face was a mask of laboriously controlled anger and exhaustion. In the hand he held a tablet.“They tried to exfiltrate data,” he said without greeting. His voice was dangerously quiet. “Decrypted. Professional. But not professional enough.”Lena got up slowly. Her heart hammered against her ribs.“And you think I was.”Alexander put the tablet on the chest of drawers and came to her. He remained close to her stand, big, imposing, threatening. With two fingers, he raised her chin, forced her to in the eyes.“I don’t w