The Contract

Mia Carter's heels clicked against the marble floor as she stepped into Victor Hayes's office. The air was cold, but her skin felt hot too hot for someone who was just here for a job.

Victor didn't look up right away. He was leaned back in a sleek black leather chair, thick fingers tapping against the armrest. His suit stretched across broad shoulders, dark hair tousled like he'd just run his hands through it in frustration or something else.

"Sit," he ordered without even glancing at her.

Mia swallowed the knot in her throat and did as he said. She needed this job, and everyone knew Victor Hayes paid better than anyone else. But no one warned her that sitting across from him felt like being devoured one slow, ruthless look at a time.

"You read the contract?" His voice was rough low enough to make her thighs clench.

"Yes," she answered, keeping her tone even.

Victor finally lifted his head, and when his eyes locked onto hers, the air shifted. His gaze dragged over her body starting at her lips, trailing down to the curve of her breasts, and lingering on her thighs. He wasn't hiding it.

"I have rules, Mia," he said, his voice quieter now but twice as dangerous. "You follow them, or you walk out that door."

Mia straightened her back. "I don't have a problem with rules, Mr. Hayes."

The corner of his mouth twitched like he was amused. "We'll see about that."

He stood suddenly, moving around the desk toward her. Each step slow. Deliberate. By the time he stopped, he was standing between her legs, his towering frame making her feel small in the best way.

"You want this job?" His fingers traced along the edge of her jaw, tilting her face up.

"Yes," she whispered, hating how breathless she already sounded.

Victor leaned closer, his lips a hair's breadth from hers. "Then you'll give me everything."

His words dripped with possession. It should have scared her but instead, it made her pulse throb between her legs.

Without warning, his hand slid to the back of her neck, dragging her up to her feet. Mia gasped as his mouth crashed against hers hot, demanding, unforgiving. He tasted like power and something darker, something that made her knees weak.

"You know what I want?" he murmured against her lips, his other hand skimming down to her waist.

"What?" she breathed.

"I want you on your knees."

Heat exploded through her, but she refused to back down. Slowly, deliberately, she sank to the floor, her hands trailing down his thighs as she looked up at him. His expression was pure hunger.

"Good girl," he growled, unbuckling his belt.

The sound of leather sliding free made her shiver. He wasn't wasting time and neither was she.

When she pulled his cock free, it was already hard and thick in her hand. She stroked him once, her tongue darting out to tease the tip, and Victor hissed through his teeth.

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

Mia obeyed, and the second her lips wrapped around him, he groaned a deep, raw sound that made her thighs clench. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, pushing her to take him deeper.

"You look so fucking perfect like this," he rasped, hips flexing as he thrust into her mouth. "I knew you would."

She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper until he cursed under his breath. His grip on her hair tightened, dragging her up until their mouths crashed together again.

"I'm not done with you," Victor warned, spinning her around and pushing her face-first against his desk.

Her skirt rode up, exposing her bare thighs, and his hands were everywhere rough and greedy, pulling her panties aside before his fingers slid through her slick heat.

"So wet," he groaned, teasing her with slow strokes. "You wanted this, didn't you?"

"Yes," she admitted, biting her lip when he pushed two fingers inside her without warning.

"You belong to me now, Mia." His voice was rough against her ear as he worked her open, making her body tremble with every movement. "And I'm going to ruin you."

Before she could reply, he pulled his fingers out, and the blunt head of his cock replaced them. He didn't wait he pushed inside her in one long, punishing thrust.

Mia cried out, her nails digging into the desk as he filled her completely. He was too big, too much but the stretch felt too good to stop.

"You feel so fucking tight," Victor groaned, pulling back before driving into her again harder this time. "Mine."

His pace was relentless, every thrust driving her closer to the edge. Mia's body burned with pleasure, her mind clouded by the sheer intensity of how good it felt.

"Say it," he ordered, his hand sliding up to wrap around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," she choked out.

"Good girl," he praised, fucking her harder, faster. Each stroke made her nerves spark, the knot in her stomach winding tighter.

When his fingers slid between her legs to circle her clit, she couldn't hold back anymore. Her body shattered around him, waves of pleasure crashing through her as she screamed his name.

Victor didn't stop he chased his own release, thrusting deep until his rhythm stuttered, and with a low growl, he spilled inside her.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing.

"You start tomorrow," he murmured, pulling her upright and spinning her to face him. "And trust me, Mia you're not going to want to leave."