Bend Over His Desk:His secret Obsession
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"Sweetheart, do you like it when I touch you?"
"Yes... yes, I do, Mr. Steele."
"Who do you belong to, fiery one?"
"You... I'm all yours."
By morning, I'm his secretary.
By night... I'm bent over his desk, moaning his name.
He says it's just pleasure. Just business.
But his touch tells a different story.
I'm Sienna Ward-just a girl trying to survive in a cold world.
He's Dominic Steele-ruthless billionaire CEO, dangerously handsome, and secretly mine.
He's addicted to me-my lips, my body, my fire.
In his office, I wear a pencil skirt.
Behind locked doors, I wear nothing but his hunger.
But there's a catch...
He's engaged-to Clara.
My ex-best friend.
The senator's daughter.
The woman who once had my back... until she buried a knife in it.
Dominic's mother says I'll never belong in their world.
But what if I'm already carrying a piece of it?
I was supposed to be his plaything.
Now, I might be the mother of his child.
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Chapter 1
"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.
"A new what?" I blink.
He steps closer, brushing my hair behind my ear.
"A reward. For being so good." His lips trail along my jaw. "Thank me properly next time, baby."
I smile faintly. "Thanks, zaddy."
His lips crash onto mine again-deep, possessive, urgent. Then just like that, he pulls away. Cold. Composed. Dominant.
His phone buzzes.
"I'll be there." He doesn't take his eyes off me as he speaks to whoever's on the other end. Then, he straightens his collar, grabbing his coat like nothing ever happened.
"See you tomorrow, Miss Ward. Make sure my morning schedule is on my desk."
"Yes, sir," I whisper, watching the door close behind him.
And just like that... he's gone.
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LATER THAT NIGHT
"Hi, sis! Welcome home!" my sixteen-year-old sister, Ann, calls out from the dining table, her eyes on her schoolbooks. She reminds me so much of mum soft curls, and a calm spirit. I take after mum. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Slim-thick figure that turns heads without trying.
It's no wonder Dominic is addicted to me.
"Where's Dad?" I ask, dropping the groceries.
"With Diana," she mutters. Her face says it all.
Diana-our stepmother. Technically not even married to Dad. Just a mistake that resulted in Ryan, our five-year-old half-brother. The only reason I tolerate Diana is because of that sweet little boy.
"Hi, Sissy!" Ryan runs in, arms wide.
"Hey, champ." I scoop him up, hugging him tight.
"You're back," Dad says as he enters the kitchen, loosening his tie.
"I'm moving out tomorrow," I blurt out.
He pauses, confused. "Wait-what? Where are you going?"
"Somewhere closer to work," I say quickly, not looking at Diana who leans against the doorframe, smirking.
"Or closer to your boss?" she throws in with a sneer.
I ignore her.
"Sis, can I come with you?" Ann asks as we head upstairs.
"Only on weekends," I say softly. "You know how strict Dad is."
The truth? I don't want her near the mess I've made. Not near Dominic. Not near this secret that's getting harder to keep.
In my room, I collapse on the bed.
Heart pounding. Body aching. Mind spiraling.
How did my life get so complicated?
I started this job for survival. Now I'm in too deep. I'm falling for a man I can't have-a man who's already taken.
And worse?
I might be carrying more than just his name.
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