Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal)
My back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window, the city glittering a thousand feet below us.
Sebastian’s hand is at my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belong to.
“You were talking to him,” he says, voice low, dangerous. His other hand is braced beside my head, caging me in. “You smiled.”
“It was just—”
“Don’t lie to me, Ocean.” His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat, and my pulse jumps so hard he feels it. “You’re mine. Every glance. Every breath. Every inch of you.”
I should be furious. I should tell him I’m not his property.
But then his mouth is on mine—rough, consuming, tasting like the whiskey he hasn’t let go of since the gala.
I moan before I can stop myself. That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides to my waist, fingers digging in as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. The heat between us ignites like dry kindling. It’s dangerous. It’s too much. It’s everything.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark enough to drown in.
“One year,” he murmurs. “That was the deal. But you… you’re making me want forever.”
And in that moment, I know the worst truth of all—
If Sebastian Velez decides to keep me, I won’t even try to run.