Possessive Of Boss Novelas e Histórias

She grabbed the door knob and turned around to face me. "Fight for your man," she said. She walked back towards me and placed a book on my lap. "This is a book I wrote when I first started with Gregory. I want you to read it." No you are wrong, Zoey. He isn't my man. He is my boss. After breakfast we started giving Papa his birthday gift. I bought a wristwatch for him. Gregory got him a car...a f**king car! I was mortified because I should have tried to buy something more significant.

Not when my body trembled, collapsing against the desk. He fucked me through it, merciless, growling in my ear. “You’re mine now, Kayla. This pussy, this fat ass, all of you… mine.” “Say it,” he growled. “Say who you belong to.” My throat burned under his hold, my body shaking as another wave of pleasure built. “Y-you, Boss…” “Louder!” His hips slammed forward, forcing a cry out of me. “Who owns this wet fucking cunt?” “You do!” I screamed, tears stinging my eyes. “You, Boss… only you!”

“Oh! Yes. My boss moved in last week.” “Your boss?” I quizzed, and it left a dirty taste in my mouth. “Who's your boss?” “Alpha Alexander,’’ His voice was lazy and uninterested. “How owns the building so how far do you want to complain?” It sank into my chest like a scimitar. I took a pause, my lips slightly opened as I tried to breathe. “H-he owns this building?!” “Look lady,” He moved closer, his arms resting on his waist, if even he had any. “If you don't got anything to complain about, I'd rather you let me go now.”

Ah, looks like her boss has gone crazy . ***

As though their authority made them owners, not employers. “Sit down!” his voice was firm. It carried the arrogance of a man who had gotten away with this kind of thing too many times. Like he owned me, like he could control me anyhow he wanted. “No!” I said gently but firmly. He might be my boss. But I was not a sl*ve to him and definitely not his s*x tool. My voice surprised even me. It carried a strength I hadn’t felt in years. “You know what, I qui–”

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Voss Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Damian suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession. Jessica’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm. Damian’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

I asked. “He did not know. He doesn’t have to know.” He said in a firm voice. “What do you mean? He is the CEO.” I asked in confusion. “But I am the Chairman and the owner of the company. I have all the right to do whatever I want with it.” He said in a baritone voice. He is using his boss attitude on me.

Just lifted her gaze and smiled. A slow, feline smile. “Well, well,” she purred, rising to her feet with a sway of hips. Her eyes roamed over me like I was merchandise being appraised. “Who do we have here?” Before I could shrink under that gaze, Richard stepped slightly in front of me. His voice cut through the silence sharp and flat. “Don’t mess with her. She belongs to Boss.” Belongs. The word stung like a slap. The woman’s smile faltered. Just for a second. Her expression flickered into something else something tight and wary.

"Because I don't lose, Khloe. And because you are the most valuable, efficient asset I have ever acquired. I protect what is mine. Now, get back to work. We have a killer to expose, and a company to save." He didn't mention love, guilt, or desire. But the possessive fire in his eyes spoke volumes. This wasn't about the company. This was about ownership, and I was deeply, terrifyingly, his.

I should probably fix that… “What about?” she smirked. “You know what I mean. Ghost.” “Boss, the benefit of being the boss is that you can do whatever the fuck you want.” My face must have been sceptical. “Patching him won’t change anything, D. He can stand beside you without having to take over.” She sighed when she saw my face. “What is bugging you, boss?”