THE ALPHA'S OBSESSION

Isla stood frozen at the door of his office, file clutched tightly in her trembling hands. Her heart thudded wildly as Dominic Wolfe slowly lifted his gaze from the papers on his desk and locked eyes with her.

Those eyes. Cold steel on most days-but not when they were on her.

Today, they burned.

"Come here," he said, voice low and rough.

She took a cautious step forward. "I-I just wanted to drop off-"

"Closer, Isla."

She obeyed, until the edge of his desk kissed her thighs. He leaned back in his chair, legs spread, watching her like she was prey. Her cheeks flamed.

"You wore your hair up today." His voice darkened. "You know what that does to me."

She hadn't. Not really. Not until now-until he stood, towering over her, and circled around the desk. Her breath hitched as he stopped behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body against her back.

He brushed her hair aside, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "You smell like you want me."

Her knees nearly buckled.

"I-I don't-"

"Yes, you do." His hands slid over her hips, gripping tightly, possessively. "I can smell it, Isla. Don't lie to me."

A soft whimper escaped her throat when he pulled her back against the hard length of his body.

"I've been good," he growled, mouth hot against her neck. "I've kept my hands to myself. But you keep testing me. You walk into my office in those tight little skirts, biting your lip like you don't know what it does to me."

"I wasn't-"

"Say it," he growled. "Say you want me."

Her hands trembled. Her thighs squeezed together.

"I..." she breathed, barely audible. "I want you."

He turned her around so fast her breath whooshed out of her chest. One hand fisted her hair, the other cupped her jaw.

"Say it again."

"I want you," she whispered, trembling.

Dominic's lips crushed hers-and this time, he didn't hold back.