"If you don't belong to me, Ayla, then why the fuck is your greedy, needy pussy already weeping for me?"
His words hit me like a lightning strike, freezing me in place. How does he know that?
"What?" he continued, his voice a low, taunting growl. "You think I can't smell your dripping arousal? So fucking eager for me."
He grabs my neck. "Don't. Ever, Think you're the one in control, pretty girl" he growls.
"The only person in control here is me. If I weren't, I would have violently fucked every single tight hole you have in front of everyone and you can't do anything about it."
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Ayla has spent years as a maid, trapped in a relentless cycle of servitude after her cruel stepmother and stepsister, sold her off to different wealthy families like a piece of property.
But when Damien Dante-a powerful billionaire-saves her from an abusive owner, she dares to hope her fate has changed.
She was a fool.
Hired as his maid, Damien has no intention of keeping their relationship strictly professional.
He wants her in his home, in his bed, under his rules, and at his mercy...He wants her to be his.
There's just one problem.
To secure a critical business deal, Damien has to marry Amber...Ayla's wicked, scheming stepsister.
If the world thinks a ring will keep him from claiming what's his, they've sorely underestimated Damien Dante.
Because if Ayla can't be his in the light... he'll have her in the dark.
And love? Damien doesn't believe in it. He takes what he wants, and what he wants is her-her body, her submission, her complete surrender.
And the worst part? Ayla will surrender. Because she loves him, even as he prepares to marry her stepsister.
By day, she will scrub the floors of their home. By night, she will writhe beneath him, as his dirty little secret, knowing she will never be enough.
She belongs to him.
But will he ever belong to her?
Damien, an average and unassuming student, walked the halls of his school like a ghost-present, but invisible. He wasn't the top of the class, nor the bottom. He didn't draw attention, and he liked it that way. Blending in gave him space. Space to watch. Space to observe. Because while the world barely noticed Damien, he noticed her.
Annette.
She was the only ripple in the still water of his quiet life. There was something about her-something undeniable. She was elegance wrapped in confidence, untouchable but painfully real. And to Damien, she was more than a girl. She was an obsession. A purpose.
Around others, Damien maintained the perfect illusion. Calm. Collected. Just another face in the crowd. But when it came to Annette, that illusion cracked. His quiet demeanor masked something darker-something sharp. Possessive. Dominant. It wasn't just that he liked her. It wasn't even that he wanted her. He needed her. As if the universe had carved her from the very core of what he lacked.
He watched her like a predator stalks prey-not out of malice, but with a deep, feral instinct to claim. He noticed everything. The rhythm of her footsteps. The tilt of her head when she was lost in thought. Every person she talked to, smiled at, laughed with. And deep inside, something twisted every time she gave her attention to anyone who wasn't him.
No one suspected. How could they? Damien was forgettable by design. But behind that forgettable smile was a mind carefully weaving a future where Annette belonged to him-wholly, unquestioningly. In his thoughts, there was no version of her life that didn't revolve around him. Every passing day without her acknowledgment was a glitch in the reality he was building.
He didn't just want to be close to her. He wanted to own her heart. Her mind. Her choices. Not in a way she would resist-but in a way she'd learn to love. He'd make sure of it.
After all, love was just another form of control when done right.