She was supposed to be just his assistant. Until he turned her into his filthy little addiction. Sophia Vale thought she knew what desire felt like. Then Damien Cross pinned her against his office window and ruined her with one brutal, relentless f**k. Now she’s on her knees every night—mouth full, p***y dripping, begging like the desperate slut he’s trained her to be. He doesn’t do gentle. He takes. He edges. He makes her come until she’s sobbing, shaking, and still whispering the same broken words: “More… Please, Damien. I need more.” From boardrooms to private jets, from silk ties to spreader bars, Damien pushes her limits further than she ever imagined. And the worst part? Sophia doesn’t want him to stop. She’s addicted to the way he owns her body, her orgasms, her pride. She’ll let him degrade her. She’ll let him wreck her. She’ll let him ruin her for anyone else. Because nothing feels better than being on her knees, dripping wet, and begging for more.
