A Dangerous Game

Mia barely made it back to her desk, her legs weak from the way Victor had just fucked her hard, raw, and without an ounce of restraint. The ache between her thighs was a constant reminder of who she belonged to now.

But the way Lucas had watched? That was something else entirely.

Her heart still pounded as she tried to focus on the stack of reports in front of her, but it was impossible. Not when she could still feel Victor's touch on her skin. Not when her body craved more.

The sound of the elevator chiming made her glance up. Lucas strolled out, his dark eyes landing on her immediately. The cocky smirk on his lips told her one thing he hadn't forgotten a single second of what he'd seen.

"Enjoying the job?" he drawled, leaning casually against her desk.

Mia straightened in her chair, ignoring the heat rising to her face. "Is there something you need, Mr. Cross?"

He let out a low chuckle. "So formal. Didn't sound like that when you were moaning for him."

Her stomach twisted. He was playing with her pushing her, testing how far he could go before she broke.

"I'm busy," she said, her voice sharper than she intended.

Lucas leaned down, his face inches from hers. "I get it. He's the boss. But tell me something, Mia" His voice dropped lower, rougher. "When you're alone at night, whose name do you whisper?"

Her breath hitched, but before she could answer, the office door swung open.

Victor stood there, cold and unreadable. "Am I interrupting something?"

Lucas straightened with a lazy shrug. "Just making sure your new assistant knows her place."

Victor's jaw tightened. Without a word, he crossed the room, grabbing Mia's wrist and pulling her up from her chair.

"Out," he ordered Lucas.

Lucas chuckled. "Touchy," he murmured, but he didn't argue. As he strolled back to the elevator, he glanced at Mia one last time. "See you around, sweetheart."

The door slid shut behind him, leaving an icy silence in its wake.

Victor didn't let go of her wrist. His grip was firm, bordering on painful. "Do you think this is a joke?"

"No," she whispered.

"You let him touch you?" His voice was dangerous now low and vibrating with anger.

"He didn't touch me," Mia said quickly.

Victor's fingers tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "But you wanted him to."

Her stomach clenched. She didn't know how to answer, and the longer the silence stretched, the more furious he became.

"You think I won't punish you?" he growled.

Before she could speak, he spun her around, bending her over the desk again. Her skirt rode up as his hand came down hard against her ass.

"You're mine," he said coldly. Smack. Another slap followed, sharper this time. "Do you understand that?"

"Yes," she gasped, her body trembling from the force of his hand.

Victor's palm slid down, fingers teasing the sensitive, soaked heat between her thighs. "So wet. You like being punished, don't you?"

"Y-Yes," she stammered.

His fingers pushed inside her, rough and unforgiving. "You think you can play games with me?" he demanded, curling his fingers deep.

"No," she whimpered, her body tightening around him.

"I own you, Mia." He withdrew his fingers and shoved them into her mouth. "Taste how much you need me."

The rawness in his voice, the sheer dominance, sent a shudder through her. She sucked his fingers obediently, her heart pounding in her chest.

When he pulled them free, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. "I should make you scream loud enough for him to hear."

Mia barely had time to brace herself before he thrust into her, filling her in one brutal stroke.

His pace was punishing deep, rough, and claiming. He wasn't just fucking her. He was reminding her who she belonged to.

"You want his attention?" Victor hissed, his hand tangling in her hair. "I'll make sure no one else can ever touch you the way I do."

Mia cried out as his thrusts grew harder, her body clenching around him. The mix of pain and pleasure pushed her closer to the edge.

"Say it," he ordered, his voice raw. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You only you," she gasped.

His grip tightened as he drove into her again. "Good girl."

When she finally shattered around him, her entire body trembled from the force of her release. Victor followed with a guttural groan, his heat spilling deep inside her.

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

Victor pulled out slowly, adjusting his trousers while Mia struggled to steady herself.

"You don't look at him. You don't talk to him. Understand?" His voice was still cold still dangerous.

"Yes, Mr. Hayes," she murmured, her body still shaking from the intensity.

But even as he claimed her again and again, one thought haunted her.

What happens when Victor's obsession collides with Lucas's desire and she's caught in the middle of both?

And deep down, a darker question burned inside her:

What if she wanted them both?