"Dangerous Desires"

The rain lashed against the glass windows of the skyscraper, the city lights blurred and shimmering through the storm. Inside the boardroom, the air was thick — not with the storm’s humidity, but with tension. Heavy, suffocating, electric.

Claire sat stiffly at the massive conference table, her fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against her folder. She was supposed to meet Ethan Stone — her boss, her tormentor, her secret obsession — to finalize the upcoming merger.

The door clicked open.

She didn’t need to look up. She felt him. His presence filled the room like a sudden storm, pulling the air from her lungs.

"Working late, Miss Carter?" Ethan’s deep, teasing voice slid over her like silk. He stepped closer, each measured footfall making her heart pound harder.

Claire dared to lift her gaze. He looked devastating — tailored black suit clinging to his broad shoulders, dark hair mussed just enough to hint at something wild underneath all that control. And his eyes — those piercing, ice-blue eyes — pinned her in place.

"You said you wanted the paperwork ready tonight," Claire said, forcing her voice to sound casual, unaffected.

He smirked — a slow, knowing curl of his lips. "And you’re so obedient, aren’t you?"

The way he said it — low, rough — made her thighs press together instinctively. Claire hated the way he could unravel her with a single word, a single glance. But more than that, she craved it.

Ethan circled the table like a predator stalking its prey, his gaze devouring her.

"You think I haven’t noticed you, Claire?" he murmured. "The way you dress for me. The way you squirm in your chair during meetings when you think I’m not watching."

Her breath caught.

"You’ve been playing with fire," he said, his voice like a dark promise. "Did you really think you could tease me without consequences?"

Claire’s body screamed for him, but pride made her lift her chin in defiance. "Maybe I wanted you to notice."

In a flash, he was in front of her, yanking the chair back and pulling her to her feet. The folder tumbled from her lap, papers spilling like snow around them. She gasped, her hands flying up to his chest to steady herself — the hard, powerful chest she’d fantasized about far too many nights alone.

"You have no idea what you’re asking for," Ethan growled, one hand wrapping around her waist, the other sliding up the back of her neck, gripping her hair.

"Then show me," Claire whispered.

Something dark snapped inside him.

His mouth crashed onto hers, devouring her with a hunger that stole the strength from her legs. His kiss was brutal, dominant, claiming every part of her — and she gave it willingly, melting against him.

Ethan’s hands were everywhere — sliding down her back, grabbing her hips, yanking her impossibly closer until she could feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her.

"You drive me insane," he muttered against her lips. "Coming to work every day looking like that, acting so innocent. You knew exactly what you were doing."

Claire whimpered as he bit down on her lower lip, tugging gently before releasing her.

His hand slid up her thigh, pushing her pencil skirt higher until it bunched around her hips. Claire’s skin burned where he touched her, her body aching for more, for everything he could give.

"You want to be reckless?" Ethan growled, backing her against the glass wall overlooking the city. "You want danger?"

She nodded, breathless, desperate.

"Then you’ll take everything I give you," he said. "And you’ll thank me for it."

Claire gasped as he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the cold glass. The city lights behind her flickered and danced, but she barely noticed — all she could see, all she could feel, was him.

Ethan’s mouth descended again, kissing down her neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin until she was trembling. His free hand slid between her legs, finding her soaked panties, and he chuckled darkly against her skin.

"So eager," he murmured. "So ready."

Claire writhed beneath his touch, her pride forgotten, her body ruled by raw need. Ethan pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips. His thumb circled her sensitive spot with wicked expertise, pushing her higher and higher.

"Beg for it," Ethan commanded, his voice pure sin.

Claire’s mind was a haze of lust and desperation. She barely recognized her own voice when she gasped, "Please, Ethan… Please don’t stop."

"That’s better," he purred.

His fingers moved faster, deeper, relentless — until Claire shattered, her cries muffled against his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

Ethan didn’t release her. Not yet.

As she came down from her high, he pulled back just enough to look into her dazed, flushed face.

"This was just the beginning, sweetheart," he said, his thumb tracing the outline of her swollen lips. "You belong to me now."

Claire didn’t protest. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to.

She wanted to be his.

And somehow, deep down, she knew Ethan wasn’t going to let her forget it — not tonight, not ever.

End

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