His fingers made her tremble. His mouth made her beg. His love might just destroy her. One night was all she needed. One desperate shift at an elite nightclub. She wore the short dress, balanced the tray, and avoided the stares-until he looked at her like he already owned her. Damien Morretti-sinfully rich, dangerously powerful, and devastatingly gorgeous-didn't just want a taste. He wanted all of her. From the moment he touched her, Sienna's body betrayed her. His voice, his hands, his scent-he ignited a hunger in her she never knew existed. Every kiss felt like a claim. Every moan dragged her deeper into a world of silk sheets, secret desires, and overwhelming passion. But behind the pleasure was obsession. Behind the gifts, control. And when her world begins to unravel, Sienna discovers that Damien isn't just a man-he's a storm in a tailored suit, watching her long before she ever knew his name. She should run. She should say no. But when he whispers, "You belong to me," her body says yes. Lust brought them together. Possession might tear them apart. But what if love was the most dangerous thing of all?
Chapter 1 THE BREAKING POINT
The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, casting a dull glow over the gray cubicles. Sienna cole sat at her desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as she reviewed the latest financial reports. Her screen was filled with numbers, projections, and corrections-work that wasn't even hers to do.
The report was supposed to be handled by Darren, her so-called supervisor, but-as always-he had dumped it on her last minute, then disappeared. And, as always, Elena had no choice but to fix his mess before the department head saw it.
She sighed, her eyes flicking to the time on the bottom corner of her screen. 11:48 AM. Barely half the day gone, and she already felt exhausted.
A sharp clap echoed through the office.
"seinna" Darren's grating voice sliced through the silence.
She clenched her jaw before looking up. Here we go.
Darren stood at the entrance of the open office space, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as he scanned the room. He always looked like he was hunting for someone to blame.
And that someone was usually her.
Seinna took a deep breath and stood, smoothing down her beige blouse.
"Yes, Darren?"
He stalked toward her, a file in hand, waving it like a weapon.
"This is what you call a finalized report?" He dropped the file onto her desk with a loud smack.
Seinna's stomach twisted. She knew for a fact there were no mistakes.
She had checked twice.
She pressed her lips together. "What's wrong with it?"
Darren sneered. "Oh, I don't know, Sinclair. Maybe the fact that I had to fix your sloppy work before I sent it upstairs? Maybe the fact that if you were actually good at your job, I wouldn't have to keep correcting your mistakes?"
A few heads turned, but no one spoke. No one ever stood up to Darren.
Her hands curled into fists under her desk. "I did everything exactly the way it was supposed to be done. If there was a problem, you could've just told me instead of-"
His voice snapped like a whip. "Instead of what? Watching you screw it up again? Maybe if you weren't so slow, you'd actually get something right for once."
Her blood boiled.
Slow? She was the only reason this department didn't crumble.
But she swallowed the retort burning her tongue. She couldn't afford to lose this job-not when her family was depending on her.
"Understood," she forced out.
Darren smirked, pleased with himself, and turned away.
"Try not to mess up the next one," he called over his shoulder before striding off.
Seinna let out a shaky breath and slumped into her chair. Asshole.
Her phone vibrated against the desk.
She glanced at the screen.
St. Mary's Primary – Office
Her pulse spiked. That was her sister's school.
Frowning, she grabbed her phone and answered.
"Hello?"
A crisp female voice responded. "Good afternoon. Is this Miss cole?
"Yes, speaking."
There was a pause, then: "We need to discuss your sister's tuition fees."
Her stomach dropped.
She straightened. "I-I know they're a little late, but I just need a bit more time. I promise I'll-"
"I'm sorry, Miss cole but the deadline has passed. If the fees aren't paid by the end of the week, your sister will no longer be able to attend classes."
Seinna heart pounded.
End of the week? That was in three days.
Panic surged through her. "Please, I just need a little more time. She's in Grade 6-she can't miss school right now."
A sigh. "I understand, but this is school policy. I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do."
The line clicked.
They had hung up.
Seinna sat frozen, the words echoing in her mind.
Her little sister, Mia, was only twelve. She loved school. She worked so hard. And now, she was about to be kicked out because seinna couldn't afford to pay.
A lump rose in her throat.
She was trying. She worked overtime every week, sacrificed sleep, skipped meals-what else could she do?
Her paycheck barely covered rent, utilities, and their mother's hospital bills.
There was nothing left.
A deep exhaustion settled in her bones. She felt trapped, like she was suffocating under the weight of responsibility.
The office printer whirred, papers shuffled, keyboards clacked-but it all felt so distant.
Her hands trembled as she placed her phone back down.
She needed a miracle.
Or a way out.
And she was running out of time.