Bend Over His DeskHis secret Obsession

"Bend over."

His voice is low. Rough. Dangerous.

Dominic Steele's hand grips my waist, firm and commanding as he turns me to face the massive oak desk in his office. My breath catches. My heart thunders.

"B-But... Mr. Steele..."

"What is it, sweetheart?" he murmurs darkly, sliding my pencil skirt up with deliberate ease. His palms scorch my skin, leaving trails of fire behind every touch. "You look like you're about to tell me no... but your body? It's begging for me."

I glance nervously over my shoulder, searching his storm-grey eyes.

"The manager... he's still in the building..."

Dominic doesn't even blink.

"I don't give a damn." He grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Say my name, fiery one."

"Mr. Steele..." I whisper, but it comes out more like a moan.

"That's better." He crushes his lips against mine-hungry, punishing, and possessive. His hands move faster, pushing my panties aside like they're an inconvenience.

The sound of his zipper slices through the thick silence.

Then-

"Ahhh-yesss..." I gasp, knuckles turning white as I grip the desk.

He's deep. Fast. Ruthless.

His growls echo in my ears, my name laced in every one of them.

"Fuck... Sienna," he groans, his grip on my hips bruising.

I bite my hand to muffle the cries spilling from my lips. Just a few doors away, Kelvin-the floor manager-probably still lingers in his office, unaware that his boss is buried inside his secretary, taking her apart like she belongs to him.

Because I do.

I'm Sienna Ward. By day, I'm just a secretary at The Steele Dynasty, one of the world's most powerful companies. But by night?

I'm his.

His plaything. His obsession. His secret.

And no one can know.

Since the moment I walked into that building and saw Dominic Steele-cold, ruthless, sinfully gorgeous-my world flipped. He looked at me like I was his next prize... and now here I am, bent over his desk, whispering his name like a prayer.

And yet... it's more than that.

Because Dominic Steele has a fiancée. Clara.

My ex-best friend.

A daughter of a senator. A woman born into privilege. Someone whose approval his mother craves. Someone I used to trust-until she left me broken and alone.

But Dominic doesn't seem to care.

He's the type of man who takes what he wants. Even if it's forbidden. Even if it's wrong.

Even if it's me.

"Good girl," he grunts, finishing inside me with a low, dangerous growl that makes my toes curl.

As I adjust my skirt, trying to remember how to breathe, he zips up like nothing happened.

"A driver's coming to pick you up tomorrow. You're moving into a new apartment," he says, like he's talking about a calendar update.