Author_luna_raine

She signed the contract.
He claimed her body... and her soul.

Elina Gilbert is desperate. Her brother's life depends on a treatment she can't afford.
When the mysterious billionaire Damon Salvatore offers her a contract, she has no choice but to accept. But the deal isn't just about business - it's about submission, obedience, and pleasure.

Cold. Controlling. Sinfully gorgeous. Damon is everything Elina should fear... and everything her body craves.

But behind his eyes lies a darkness far more dangerous than she imagined.
And now, she belongs to him.

 What happens when a contract turns into obsession?
 Enemies to lovers. Billionaire. Contract. Seduction.


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UNDER HIS TERMS

Elina sat alone in the café across from Salvatore Enterprises, her fingers trembling as they clutched the contract. She'd read it a dozen times, and it still didn't feel real.

> "This agreement binds Elina Gilbert to serve as Mr. Damon Salvatore's personal assistant for a minimum term of six months. Duties may extend beyond traditional office roles. Confidentiality is absolute. Termination must be mutual..."

But it was the last clause that made her stomach flutter:

> "Clause 13: The assistant agrees to exclusive personal availability-day or night-as determined by the CEO's discretion."

Her lips parted as she reread that one line.

Back at the office, Damon leaned against the massive windows, watching her silhouette through the glass. A smirk touched his lips.

He'd seen it in her eyes-that mix of fear and desire. She wanted to run... but she wanted to fall even more.

He lit a cigar, slow and smooth. "Let's see how far the rabbit's willing to go."

She walked into the office with slow steps and fire in her eyes. She didn't bother knocking-just opened the door and stepped inside.

He turned. Those dark eyes devoured her again, but this time, he didn't speak.

She walked to his desk and laid the contract down-signed.

"I accept your offer," she said, voice soft but steady.

He moved-swift and smooth-walking toward her, his tall figure towering over hers.

"You have no idea what you've just agreed to," Damon murmured, voice deep and sinful.

He took one step closer. So close she could feel his warmth, his scent-dark wood, spice, and power.

His hand reached up-not to touch, but to hover, near her jaw.

"I don't play fair, Elina. And I don't share. You'll learn that soon enough."

Her heart pounded, and yet, her body didn't move away.

She was trapped in a storm-and something inside her wanted to be wrecked by it.

Chapter 3 - The Devil's Deal