She strode into my boardroom like a storm in stilettos, all defiance wrapped in tailored silk, her sarcasm a blade aimed straight for my throat.
I should have crushed her. Our merger was my kill shot, the deal to eclipse her legacy.
Instead, I saw the hunger beneath her bravado-the bone-deep ache for rules that break her open.
And I gave them to her. Deviant. Absolute.
Every correction starts with her fire.
A tilt of her chin too proud? My hand finds the small of her back, pressing until she arches just right, skin blooming red under shadows of skyscrapers.
She spits venom, calls it war.
But her body betrays her, thighs clenching as shame twists into that first sweet gasp of yield.
I make her kneel for apologies, ink her surrender on contracts slick with her sweat, trembling fingers under my watch.
It's power. It's ruin. It's the only mercy I know.
She's my obsession now, this firebrand who fights every command like it steals her soul.
Our collisions are brutal-furious thrusts born of boardroom hate, sweat-slick bodies slamming until anger dissolves into her whimpers, my name torn from her throat.
She thinks she can win the merger without debasing herself.
I know better. Her empire dangles by my whim, self-respect shattering with each posture I enforce, each deviant rule that leaves her flushed and begging in silence.
What if her submission unmakes us both?
My control fractures at her touch, vulnerability I can't afford bleeding through the cracks.
She could topple everything-my company, my sanity.
Or maybe that's the thrill.
The question devours me: will I collar her completely before she burns my world down?
A full-length forbidden power play erotic romance featuring a ruthless dominant and a defiant firebrand.
