All Chapters of One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The leather was cool against Vienna's throat.Ezra stood over her, his masked face unreadable, his fingers working the buckle at the back of the collar. The strap sat snug against her skin, not tight enough to choke, just tight enough to remind her it was there. A small silver ring dangled at the front, catching the low red light of the room.She had never worn anything like it. Never imagined she would.But as the buckle clicked shut, something shifted inside her chest. A door opening. A key turning. She was not Vienna Cross anymore, the girl with the dying brother and the empty bank account. She was his. Just for tonight. Just for this room."There," he murmured. "That is better."He stepped back to look at her.She was still on her back on the dark gray sheets, legs pressed together, arms at her sides because she did not know what to do with them. The black lace lingerie felt flimsy now, almost useless. His gaze traveled from her face down to her collarbone, then lower, and she fou

Ezra fucked her like he was trying to break her.Each thrust was deep and deliberate, pushing into her with a rhythm that stole her breath. Vienna's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back, pulling him closer even as she cried out from the force of him. The collar pressed against her throat with every movement, a constant reminder of who she belonged to tonight."Look at me," he commanded.She forced her eyes open. His masked face hovered above hers, those dark eyes burning down at her. A vein pulsed in his forehead. His jaw was tight. He looked like a man barely holding onto his control."You feel that?" he growled. "You feel how tight you are around me? How your body is squeezing me like it never wants me to leave?""Yes, Daddy." The word came easier now, slipping off her tongue like honey. "I feel it.""You are so fucking wet." He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in. Vienna's back arched off the bed. "Dripping down my cock. Making a mess

Vienna stood outside the Vance Industries building at 9:47 a.m., her palms sweating despite the October chill.The tower rose fifty stories above her, all glass and steel, reflecting the gray sky like a mirror. People streamed through the revolving doors, dressed in clothes that cost more than her monthly rent. She smoothed her blazer, a black one she had borrowed from a friend, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.She had spent two hours getting ready. Shower. Hair straightened. Makeup carefully applied to cover the last traces of the bruise on her throat. The interview outfit was the best she could manage: the borrowed blazer, a white blouse from a thrift store, black slacks that fit well enough, and flats because she could not afford heels.She looked professional. Barely.But she was here. That was what mattered.She walked through the revolving doors and into a lobby that took her breath away. White marble floors. A ceiling that soared three stories high. A massive digital

The elevator ride to the forty fifth floor felt like falling upward.Vienna watched the numbers climb on the digital display. Twenty. Twenty five. Thirty. Each floor took her further from the professional woman she was trying to be and closer to the hungry girl she had tried to leave behind in that hotel room.Thirty five. Thirty eight. Forty.She should have said no.She should have taken the box back upstairs, set it on his desk, and told him firmly that she was his employee, not his plaything. She should have drawn a line and refused to cross it.Forty two. Forty three. Forty four.But the truth was simpler and more dangerous.She wanted to see him.She wanted to feel his hands on her again. She wanted to hear his voice in her ear, low and commanding, calling her princess and good girl and other names she had never let anyone speak. She wanted to kneel for him and beg for him and fall apart for him.Forty five.The doors opened.The forty fifth floor was nothing like the rest of th

The week passed in a blur of calendars and coffee and careful avoidance.Vienna learned the rhythm of Vance Industries. Morning meetings. Afternoon deadlines. The way Ezra liked his reports printed on cream paper, not white. The way he took his calls standing up, pacing the length of his office. The way he said her name differently when they were alone versus when others were listening.She learned to read his moods. The tight jaw meant stress. The loose tie meant he had been working through lunch. The way he rolled his sleeves to his elbows meant he was settling in for a long night.And she learned to want him in silence.Every time she walked past his open door, her eyes found him. Every time their gazes met across the bullpen, something electric passed between them. Every time he said thank you, Vienna in that low voice, her thighs pressed together beneath her desk.But he did not touch her.He did not call her princess.He did not invite her to the forty fifth floor.He was her bo