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 3
Sienna's POV
The morning breeze drifted into the room as I turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, like there was no chaos in his world.
His eyelids fluttered open, revealing those cold grey eyes. He's so handsome. I can't help but wonder what his baby would look like.
Shit... that reminds me. I haven't been on birth control.
"Good morning," he said, his deep, sexy voice snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Morning..." I murmured. He pulled me close and kissed my lips, his hand sliding down my thighs. We were both naked, tangled beneath the luxury sheets of my new penthouse.
"Take the day off, baby. You're sore down there," he said, sitting up. I blushed.
He carried me in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. Kissing me, he stepped into the large cubicle shower and turned on the water as he slid inside me again.
"Yes, Nic... yes," I moaned as he moved slowly, like he was trying to relive the moment.
"I love being inside you, Sienna," he groaned against my neck as he started pumping deeper. I clung to him, calling his name as he hit the right spot again and again.
"Tell me you're all mine..."
"I'm all yours, Nic. Just yours. No one else," I whispered, tightening my grip around his broad shoulders.
Soon, he came deep inside me.
Later, he was already on the phone. "I'll be there soon. Tell him to arrange the documents and keep them on my desk," he said, his hand grazing my neck, inspecting the hickey he gave me.
I eyed him warily.
"You seem stressed out, baby," he said as I stepped away from him.
"Thanks to you," I said, flopping back on the bed.
"Not my fault... you're just too sweet." He smirked, adjusting his shirt.
"My housekeeper will stop by today to drop off a few of my clothes. I'll keep some in the walk-in closet in case I decide to stay over sometimes."
"Okay," I said softly.
He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Prepare for the weekend, and text me if you need anything." Then, he walked out.
I stared at the door after he left. I didn't know exactly how I felt. But every time I was around him, I felt safe. Pampered. He knew how to talk to me, how to spoil me. Every moment with him made me feel like I belonged to him. Like there was something more than just pleasure happening between us...
But I knew better.
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"Hey bitch, drop the location to your new crib!" Kate said over the phone.
"Yes ma'am."
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A few hours later
A knock sounded at the door.
I opened it to see Kate standing there.
"Oh my God, babe. This is massive!" she gasped, taking in the luxurious penthouse.
"Okay girl, spill the beans," she said, flopping onto the designer couch.
"He was here," I said, sitting beside her and turning on the huge TV in front of us.
"I'm sorry-how many rounds?" Kate teased.
"Kate!" I laughed just as the doorbell rang again.
I walked to the door and opened it. A woman in her late 40s stood there, wearing a black T-shirt and white pants. She looked corporate and serious.
"How may I help you?" I asked.
"I work for Mr. Steele," she said, eyeing me cautiously.
"Oh... come in." I let her in. She held a briefcase in one hand.
"The room's over there," I said, pointing to the walk-in closet as she walked over.
"Who is she?" Kate asked, sipping her orange juice.
"Nic's housekeeper," I replied. "He said he might come over sometimes, so he's keeping some of his clothes here."
"Okay, mamacita... at this point, you've got him wrapped around your finger," she teased. We both laughed.
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Dominic's POV
"Hi, Mum."
"Nic, cancel whatever trip you have planned this weekend. We're having your engagement party. Yours and Clara's."
"It's an important trip. When I get back, we can throw whatever party you want," I said, cutting the call.
I just wanted to spend the weekend with Sienna. To have my arms wrapped around her. To feel like a man-not the man with a life full of chaos or a forced marriage.
Everything felt different when I was with her. She made me feel like I was enough. Like I was seen. Those bright blue eyes stared into mine like she wanted nothing from me but me.
"Hey, man," my friend Andrew walked in, holding a bottle of whiskey.
"What, Andrew?"
"You down this weekend for some... you know, clubbing?"
"I've got plans with Sienna," I said, taking a puff from the weed he brought and passing it to him.
"Oh shit-the side chick, huh?" He grinned. "Bruh, you're really playing with fire."
"I don't care. It's just pleasure between me and her. She knows what it is," I replied. Of course, Sienna knew. Even though sometimes, she looked at me like she wanted more. But she knew her place-my secret woman. The woman who spread her legs when I told her to.
"Just pray that evil Clara doesn't find out," he warned. "Little Brody whispered to me about your engagement party coming up. I wonder how Sienna will take all of this. Does she plan on being the side woman forever?" he asked, eyes sharp.
I hadn't thought of that.
Sienna being my side woman forever?
Yeah... there's no future between us.
But I can't imagine her with another man.
Can't imagine her moaning another man's name.
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8.5
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"Suck my c^ck, Rosabella. That's all you're good at. A hopeless orphan can only dream of luxury. Keep your filthy mouth out of my affair...use it only to make me cum."
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Bella Hale has known suffering her entire life. Orphaned at sixteen, she survives on scraps and desperation. She does whatever it takes not to starve with only little dignity intact.
She envies the rich-people who seem immune to hardship and pain. Yet she promised herself that if she ever got her hands on one of them, she would never let go. She was done suffering.
Lucian Rodriguez is everything she should despise.
A cold, selfish, ruthless billionaire with little conscience and no mercy...
a man who knows how to smile for the world while keeping his darkness well hidden.
Their worlds collide when Lucian's four-month-old daughter goes missing... and Bella finds her.
Lucian offers no gratitude...and Bella refuses to let the opportunity slip. She demands compensation. Not just money, but security. A lifetime guarantee that she will never be poor again. In return, she will do whatever he wants. Her body. Her life. He can have it all.
Bella is taken into his world-strictly as a deal.
What she doesn't realize is that when you make a deal with the devil, you should never expect it to be fair.
And she will learn too late that being poor was far better than belonging to Lucian Rodriguez.
A deal turns into obsession.
Survival into desire.
Desire into Hate.
Hate into Love.
That love and commitment becomes the biggest and worst mistake.
Will Bella's desperate deal destroy her?
Or Will she become Lucian's destruction?
8.7
My husband Collin forced me to watch him with his mistress, Jaime, calling it my "education" on how to be a woman. This was my reality for months, even on our wedding anniversary.
He refused to pay for my mother's life-saving treatment, causing her death. Then, he let Jaime beat me so severely that I miscarried the baby I didn't even know I was carrying, leaving me unable to ever have children.
As if that wasn't enough, Jaime shattered my mother's urn in front of me and fed her ashes to a dog, all while Collin watched.
My mother's last words were, "Stop begging him."
She left me a number for my estranged uncle, a powerful man I barely knew.
When I called him, he sent a jet to bring me to London.
Now, I'm back. Not as the broken wife he discarded, but as the new CEO of his collapsing company, ready to take everything from him.
9.6
My fiancé kicked me out of his car on a deserted highway because his "sister" Krystle claimed her car had broken down.
He drove off with her and her daughter, leaving me stranded in the scorching heat without a backward glance.
While I trudged for miles through the dust, Krystle posted a video of him at the gala, captioning it "My Hero" as they laughed together under the fireworks.
I realized then that I was never his partner, just a placeholder he could discard the moment Krystle snapped her fingers.
I didn't cry, and I didn't call him to beg for an explanation.
Instead, I returned to our shared penthouse and took a pair of heavy tailoring shears to my custom wedding dress.
I shredded the delicate lace until it was nothing but a pile of ruined scraps on the floor, destroying the future we were supposed to have.
Then I blocked his number, packed my life into a single suitcase, and vanished.
By the time he realized Krystle had staged the breakdown to destroy us, I was already gone.
Three years later, he found me again-but I wasn't the same woman he left on the side of the road.
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Adrian Vale is New York's youngest self made billionaire, ruthless, controlled, and used to getting what he wants. Eli Navarro is a principled marine biologist, determined to protect Seabrook Cove from reckless development and just as determined to resist the undeniable attraction he feels toward the infuriating, infuriatingly handsome architect overseeing the Rivera project.
When a storm traps them together, proximity ignites a dangerous fire neither can ignore. Professional friction becomes flirtation, flirtation becomes obsession, and suddenly their push and pull chemistry threatens to unravel everything they thought they knew about love, trust, and control.
He's impossible. And yet, he can't stay away.
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9.2
My husband, a mafia underboss and a brilliant neurosurgeon, left me to die on the side of a highway in the pouring rain. He had to rush to another woman, his true love, who'd had a minor car accident.
As I lay bleeding on a gurney after being hit by a truck, I learned I was eight weeks pregnant. But my hope was short-lived. The hospital was out of my blood type, and the only reserve had been set aside by my husband for his lover, just in case she had "post-op complications" from her cosmetic procedure.
Over the phone, I heard the nurse beg him. "This woman, and your... this baby will die!"
His reply was ice. "Isabella is my priority."
He let our child die to save her from a minor risk. The ledger where I'd been keeping score of his sins finally hit zero. I was free.
Two years later, I've built a new life, a new career, and found a new love with a man who cherishes me. I'm no longer the broken wife, but a celebrated architect, nominated for a prestigious award.
And tonight, at the awards ceremony, he found me. He got on his knees in the middle of the ballroom, begging for a second chance.