Trapped By My Ruthless Boss

She wasn't his weakness. She was his ruin, and he would bring the world to its knees before he let her go. *** Kisarel thought she had it all figured out, until the night she caught her fiancé in bed with her cousin. The same cousin who was engaged to her boss, the ruthless and untouchable billionaire, Mr. Oceans Stark. Heartbroken, humiliated, and trapped on a business trip with the man her cousin was set to marry, Kisarel did the unthinkable – she begged her boss to make her forget her boyfriend's betrayal. Oceans swore he didn't touch his employees. He swore his heart only belonged to a certain strange woman he'd been looking for, who saved his life so many years ago. But the moment Kisarel kissed him, every resolution he made shattered. And after their one sinful night together, Mr. Stark couldn't let Kisarel go. He began to do everything within his power to get her even more entangled in his web of obsession. There were a thousand reasons she should have stayed away from him. She ignored every single one. He knew every part of her belonged to someone else. But every part of him didn't care. What neither of them knows is that Kisarel was the woman he's been searching for all along. Now, Oceans is set to call off his wedding with Kisarel's cousin, and he expects Kisarel to also call off her wedding with her cheating fiancé. Kisarel is now tangled in an obsession so hot that it might consume her whole. And Oceans is ready to drown his entire empire just to keep the woman he truly loves.

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Chapter 4

OCEANS.

reached down and fisted a handful of her hair, tilting her head back until she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes - big, blue, scared, wanting - locked with mine. All four things at once. That combination was going to be a problem for my self-control.

"Good girl," I murmured. "You obey so well."

I released her hair but kept my hand at the back of her neck, "Take the bra off. Slowly. And don't break eye contact."

Her jaw dropped. "Wh... What? Uhm... Mr. Stark..."

"What?" I bit out, my patience already running thin, "You thought we'll fuck with your clothes on?"

Her trembling hands rose, fumbling with the clasp. The straps slipped off her shoulders, and the fabric fell away, and whatever composure I'd been managing since she knelt on that floor took a significant hit.

I dragged my thumb slowly from the hollow of her throat down to her collarbone, tracing the line of it like I was memorizing something I'd be tested on later.

Christ.

My vision turned pitch black. Lust oozed off of me.

I'd imagined this more times than I'd ever admit to anyone, including myself. But imagination had apparently done a poor job. I reached for her, cupped her breast in my palm, and felt something in my chest do something I didn't have a clinical term for. I almost lost myself to the way it filled my palm - so soft, warm, full, round, perky...

She shuddered the moment she felt my palm against her breast. My hand left the first breast and took the second one, fondling slowly as I watched every fucking reaction she gave.

Then she moaned, and the sound of it seemed to startle her back into the room.

Her eyes snapped open, "Mr. Stark..." She said breathlessly, something close to a whimper escaping her throat.

"Oceans. Call me Oceans." I corrected her, my eyes never leaving her gaze. "We're well past Mr. Stark."

"I - I can't." She shifted, some belated instinct for self-preservation kicking in. "We shouldn't be-"

"Kneel, Kiss."

She stilled as I counted my words menacingly, my eyes darkening further. "Undo my belt and take out my cock." She looked up at me, her eyes wide, "Now."

She licked her bottom lip before taking a deep breath and reaching for my belt. Her tender hands fumbled with it until she undid it.

"Take it out," I ordered when I sensed a slight hesitation. She heaved a shaky sigh before dipping her hand into my trousers. I felt her warm palm clasp around my cock, which was already raging hard, and immediately, I felt every muscle in my body make a simultaneous argument for abandoning whatever remained of my patience.

She gasped, her body stiffening the moment she touched it - the kind of involuntary shock that told me she finally realized what she was dealing with.

She was about to pull out her hand after a gasp, but I was faster than her. I reached out and grabbed her hand, pressing it further against my cock.

"Where are you going?" I held her hand firmer, "Not what you expected?"

She lifted her eyes, and I could already see the awe and shock on her face. "Mr... Uh... Oceans. I..." She whispered, the words fumbling in her mouth.

"Take it. Now."

She slowly pulled out my cock, and the moment her gaze rested on it, I saw the way her eyes widened.

"Oh, God." She let out a shaky whisper and a gasp, one palm covering her lips.

I'd seen the way women react the first time they ever feel or touch my cock. The sharp inhale. The hesitation. The quiet awe that came before the hunger. But watching it happen on her face, for reasons I wasn't going to unpack right now, felt different.

I know I had an impressive length, but come on. Not that she was a virgin. And, stupid Jace was tall and a little well-built. One would think he has the kind of cock that won't make his woman gasp at another man's size.

She looked like she didn't know what to do with what she had in front of her.

"Go on, Kiss. I'm not exactly the patient type," I fisted the back of her hair and nudged her toward my painfully throbbing cock.

She twirled her tongue over the tip, and a cold shiver ran down my fucking spine at the contact. Slowly, she began to suck, and I lasted about four seconds before I came to an honest conclusion: she had absolutely no idea what she was doing.

"Fuck." I tightened my grip on her hair so she could look up at me. "Have you never taken a cock in your mouth before?"

Her red, glossy eyes held mine. She shook her head slowly.

She looked so innocent that it was almost painful to look at.

"Why?" I bit out.

"I... Uh. Jace doesn't..." She looked away, but I yanked her hair harshly, making her turn her gaze to face me again.

"Was he your first?" I asked, and she nodded hesitantly.

I regarded her a little longer and let her hair go. She looked confused when I stood up and left her on her knees.

"Where are you going?" She stood up and hurried after me, but I walked straight into the bedroom without sparing her a glance. "Wait. Did I do something wrong?"

"Get some sleep, Kisarel. You'll feel better by morning."

She was too fucking innocent for a man like me. I couldn't ruin her innocence this way.

She was quiet. Then I turned around - because the silence had a texture to it that I didn't trust - and fuck the shit out of me. Not only was she still standing there, but she had pulled off the cotton pants she was putting on, leaving her totally bare before me.

My eyes traveled to the small V between her legs, and I literally felt my resolve snap in half.

"I won't regret this. I've made up my mind..." She tried to remain more defiant than she looked, but I had finally crossed the line where I had stopped reasoning.

Rage and lust hit my bloodstream at the same time, and I crossed the room in three strides, took her face in my hands, and crashed my mouth into hers in a desperate kiss again.

The little moans she made shot straight through my cock, and it jolted awake again, a little harder this time around.

I wrapped my hand around her slender waist and pulled her flush against my chest. My palm found her breast, and the moment I cupped it, all the years I'd spent talking myself out of pulling her into my office and fucking Jace completely out of her system felt like the most expensive restraint I'd ever exercised. And it was finally worth it.

I lifted her petite frame up and led us to the bed, where I carefully placed her and climbed over her.

I parted her thighs with my legs, still exploring every corner of her warm mouth, directing my fingers to that wet, dripping spot between her legs.

The warmth and wetness there almost undid me. I sank a finger slowly into her core, and fuck, it was so tight it clenched around my finger and refused to let go.

"Sure you've been fucked before?" I whispered shakily as I began to pump in and out of her tightness, taking her rosy, beady nipples in my mouth one at a time.

She moaned and tried to close her legs against the pleasure, but I pushed them further apart and kept my finger working inside her, watching her come undone one inch at a time.

My cock felt like it was going to split from the pressure building there. The eagerness was becoming an actual problem.

I felt her walls clench harder around my finger, and I knew exactly where she was headed.

I yanked my finger out immediately, and her eyes snapped open from the emptiness she felt.

"W...why?" she breathed, desperation sitting plainly on her face without any attempt to hide it.

"My cock is a little jealous, Kiss. He can't wait to say hi to his new plaything."

I positioned my tip at her entrance, and she shuddered, placing both hands against my chest.

"Scared?" I said almost in a moan, and she nodded hesitantly.

I smiled - and from the way her eyes tracked the expression, I could tell she hadn't seen that particular thing on my face before.

I took her both hands in mine, securing them above her head, "Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Just keep your eyes on me."

She needed, but I paused for a second.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her, even though I wouldn't pull back if she says no. "If we do this, there'll be no going back."

"Yes, sir." She replied, and somehow, that response made my cock thicken further in response, which at this point felt almost involuntary.

I could only hope she knew what she was committing to, because the moment I claim her, the whole world, including Jace, loses its claim on her.

She becomes mine.

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Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back. To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars. But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO. And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life. Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce. Then came the real nightmare. Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building. At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER. To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage. "Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush. Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow. She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her. But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake. They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York. Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes. "I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

Falling Into My Husband's Arms

8.6

I woke up from emergency surgery to repair a torn retina, completely blind and alone. The first phone call I received wasn't one of concern. It was my mother, furious that I had embarrassed our family by missing a business brunch. Her next order was chilling. "Go to your husband. Get pregnant. A Hartman heir is the only thing that will secure our trust fund." My husband, Jakobe Hartman, is a man who views our marriage as a corporate merger. Our hundred-page prenup has a clause that strictly forbids any emotional entanglement. He was the last person I wanted to see me so helpless. But then I stumbled blindly out of my room and crashed right into him. He found me weak and pathetic. He overheard my mother's abusive voicemail. He even listened in silence as I spun pathetic lies on the phone, pretending he was a doting husband just to get her off my back. I expected him to walk away in disgust. Instead, he moved me to the penthouse suite and sent me home in an armored car. I dismissed it as a cold calculation to protect his public image. I thought I was finally safe in my own apartment. I had no idea he was watching me on a live security feed, just moments after ordering the hostile takeover of my family's entire company.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

Chosen by the Living Reaper: But I Was the Succubus He Couldn't Resist

9.5

As a highborn succubus, I somehow managed to starve myself to death-thanks to my obsessive cleanliness and ridiculously picky appetite. When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into Vivian Hartwell-the long-lost "real" daughter with a tragically cursed fate. I had barely been taken back into the Hartwell family before they forced me to attend a so-called "death matchmaking" event in Kingsford-on behalf of Natalie Hartwell, the fake heiress-to meet Damian Blackwood, the infamous "living reaper." Rumor had it Damian was brutal and bloodthirsty-every woman who'd ever been involved with him either ended up dead or driven insane. At the event, over a hundred socialites were trembling on their knees, silently praying they wouldn't be the one chosen. Just as Damian let out a cold smirk and reached to pick his unlucky victim, I took a deep breath from the back of the crowd. The scent emanating from him was a rare, potent masculine essence-something encountered perhaps once in ten millennia. For a painfully picky succubus like me, this was nothing short of salvation. I kicked aside the girl blocking my way, my eyes practically glowing as I threw both hands up. "Pick me! Hurry, pick me!"

Billionaire Fantasy Modern

7.5

Reborn And Pampered: The Genius Heiress Returns

7.5

I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters. When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love. Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess. The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open. "Get out of my house!" My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home. In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me. But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them. I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate. As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower. Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle. "I want him to be my new guardian."

Billionaire Fantasy Romance

9.8

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

9.8

I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

The Billionaire's Blind Wife

9.4

Content Warning : This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences (18+) Reader's discretion is advised. - An accidental act of heroism reshaped Sera's life entirely. She lost her sight saving the grandmother of a stranger. In return for her goodness, she was forced into marriage with the old woman's grandson, Lucian Vitale. He was a mysterious businessman with no interest in love, and as people whispered, colder than ice. Given her circumstances, Sera had no choice but to accept. She became his pretend wife, bound by contract. It was a kind of relationship she'd never imagined living. Sera had never planned to fall for a man she'd never seen. But with every touch, every murmur from Lucian, she was slowly pulled under by longing and feelings that should never have taken root. In darkness, she learned to love-and to bleed. Then came the day her vision returned. She heard a truth that shattered her world and tore at her heart. Frightened beyond reason, Sera ran and vanished. She carried a secret in her womb: the child of their passionate nights together. Four years slipped by. A man stepped back into her life. Same voice, same scent, same way his hands found hers... but he did not know her. He had amnesia. Can Sera escape the man who once meant everything to her? Or is this fate's way of calling them back to settle what they began-in their beds, their hearts, and the secrets that still wait to be told? Between lies, desire, and memories... will they choose each other still?

Billionaire Modern Romance

Trapped By My Ruthless Boss

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