Voss Novels & Stories

Dirty Claim💦🫦 “Mr. Voss, your wife is going to be home any minute,” I gasped, gripping the marble kitchen counter. He didn’t stop. Alexander Voss had me bent over the cold island in his multi-million-dollar penthouse, my short black maid uniform shoved up around my waist, lace panties ripped to the side. His thick, powerful cock slammed into me from behind with deep, ruthless strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the luxurious open kitchen.

Turning too fast with a glass of champagne in my hand and crashing straight into a brick wall of muscle wearing an Armani tux. “Shit!” I gasped, the glass slipping from my hand as chilled bubbles soaked into an iron-flat chest. A chest that belonged to Dominic Voss. CEO of Voss & Rose Intimates. The man behind the lace empire. The untouchable, the cold-hearted, the ridiculously beautiful boss I’d only ever seen from a distance—and usually only through a sea of trembling executives and whispering assistants. Now he was soaked. And staring at me. Dead. I was dead.

The other gold-rimmed and thinly embossed with a Voss insignia. “This one,” she handed me the black card, “is for the shopping. No limit. Nikolai’s household account. And this,” she added, offering the Voss card, “will grant you VIP access and protection. Some of the top stores are Voss-owned. They’ll treat you like royalty.” “Thank you,” I said, shooting her a grateful smile. Nikolai stared at Della for a few seconds and went back to eating his toast. “I’ll assign one of the maids to accompany you,” she added.

“Traffic’s a be‌ast today, Mrs. Trum‍a⁠n. Welcome home.‌” We⁠ turne‍d onto Rodeo Drive. Above us, a massive bill‌b‍oard bore his face—Jame‍s Voss, the shining fi⁠gure behind Voss R‌enewable⁠s,​ with a perfect smile, s‍harp suit, and those same blue eyes that once saw me as ever‍yth⁠in‍g—until I​ became nothing.‌ My n⁠ail​s dug into my palms, the pressur‌e blooming red crescents that kept me tethered‍ to the moment.

This man is different from all of them. He's tall. White haired, which is strange because he doesn't look old in the slow wrinkled way. Old in the way of something that has been in one place for a very long time and become part of it. His smell is like cold granite. Like deep water that hasn't seen sunlight in a long time. Like certainty that has been sitting in one place so long it turned into stone. His name is Voss. I know because the kind-voiced man said it when we arrived. *Alpha Voss, we have the child.* Said it like I was a package. An order placed weeks ago that finally turned up on the doorstep.

T H E L A S T T I M E she had set foot at that place was way back before she'd started high school. Apparently, her mother never really talked about that place as much. The building was one of the biggest structures in the city with five storeys. There were other buildings with more storeys but this one covered a pretty big area of land and was entirely made with glass from the outside. CARTER•LABS Natasha still didn't get the title which was plastered at the very center of the facility. Why was there no space separating the two. As in, Carter Labs.

Voss swallowed hard, his eyes darting to Alden before shaking his head quickly, “No. I don’t know any Victor.” Alden tilted his head slightly, observing him like a predator watching its prey. I could see the nervous tic in Voss’s jaw, the way he shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny. He was telling the truth, at least about that. Vasquez narrowed his eyes but didn’t press further. Instead, he swiped through his phone again before turning the screen toward Voss. “What about them?” Displayed on the screen were clear images of Helena and Selene. Voss barely glance

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

I replied. He just showed up to negotiate terms with me. "Such confidence!" Jane teased as she jogged alongside me through the snowy street.