Bound by Desire

Mia's body still ached from the way Victor had taken her hard, fast, and without a hint of mercy. Her legs felt weak as she stepped out of the elevator onto the executive floor of Hayes Industries. She adjusted the hem of her skirt, her thighs still slick with the memory of his release.

Her heart pounded as she walked past glass-walled offices. She wasn't just anyone here she belonged to him now, and every step felt like proof of how thoroughly he had claimed her.

Victor's assistant, a sleek blonde named Isabella, shot her a knowing look. "He's waiting for you," she said, her voice smooth but sharp.

Mia pushed open the heavy mahogany door to Victor Hayes's office. He was already seated behind the massive desk, one hand holding a crystal glass of whiskey. The same hands that had pinned her down hours ago.

"You're late," he said, not bothering to glance up.

Mia swallowed the heat rising in her chest. "Traffic."

Victor's lips curled in a cruel smile. "I told you I don't tolerate excuses."

Before she could answer, he stood and circled the desk, stopping inches from her. The air grew thick with tension, her pulse hammering beneath his gaze.

"You're mine, Mia. That means when I want you, you come." His voice was low, rough. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mr. Hayes," she murmured, her breath catching when his fingers brushed against her thigh.

"Good." His hand slid up under her skirt, fingers tracing the lace of her panties. "I want to see just how well you follow orders."

Without another word, he pulled her closer and spun her around, bending her over his desk. The cold wood pressed against her cheek as he flipped up her skirt.

"No bra. Lace panties. It's like you want me to fuck you at work," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

He ripped the panties aside, fingers trailing along her already soaked folds. "Still wet. Did you think about me the whole way here?"

"Yes," she admitted, arching into his touch.

"Good girl," he growled. "Spread your legs."

She obeyed, her heart pounding as he unzipped his trousers. The sound alone made her body clench in anticipation. He didn't waste time he pushed into her in one hard thrust, stretching her open.

Mia gasped, nails scraping against the polished desk as he filled her. "Fuck," she whimpered.

Victor's hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back. "You like being used, don't you?" he whispered against her ear, hips snapping forward. "Like being my dirty little toy."

"Yes God, yes," she cried, her body trembling from the intensity of his thrusts.

He didn't hold back each stroke was rough and deep, claiming her again, making sure she felt every inch of him. His free hand slid beneath her blouse, fingers pinching her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

"You're mine," he growled. "No one else gets to touch you."

As if to prove his point, he slammed into her harder, the desk shaking beneath their bodies. Her walls clenched around him, dragging him deeper. The mix of pain and pleasure made her head spin.

His thumb found her clit, circling in rough, deliberate motions. "Come for me, Mia," he demanded.

The pressure coiled tight in her core until she shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her in waves. Her body clenched around his cock, and a deep, guttural sound escaped his throat as he thrust a final time, spilling inside her.

Victor pulled out slowly, his fingers tracing along her inner thigh, spreading the evidence of their encounter. "You did well," he murmured, adjusting his trousers. "But you're not done yet."

Mia's breath hitched. "What do you mean?"

"You work for me," he said, leaning down to kiss the curve of her neck. "And you'll give me exactly what I want anytime, anywhere."

As he stepped back, she tried to catch her breath, her body still trembling. She had no idea how far Victor would push her but one thing was clear.

She belonged to him now. And there was no turning back.