Her walls, her company, her heart, all fortified... until you.
Wanda Maximoff, CEO, built her empire on dominance, sharp mind, iron will, and absolute control. No one dares to challenge her. No one dares to get too close.
Until you.
As her new assistant, you find yourself caught between her world of power and a pull you can't fight. Her touch is firm, her stare burns through layers of professionalism, and every whispered "close the door" makes your pulse race.
She's the boss. You're off limits. But the chemistry between you? It's a ticking bomb. And when it goes off, neither of you will be able to put the fire out.
⚠️ Trigger Warnings:
This story contains mature themes including explicit sexual content, power dynamics (boss/employee), strong language, and emotional tension.
There may also be references to past trauma, control/authority dynamics, and other adult situations.
Reader discretion is advised. This story is intended for 18+ audiences.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Wanda Maximoff, any characters, or elements from the Marvel universe, all rights belong to their respective owners. The cover photo is not mine, it has been edited by me for creative purposes, but I do not claim any ownership or rights to the original image. This story is a work of fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.
I pushed her off me and down to the floor, "don't touch me."
"What the fuck is your problem?" Wanda sighed, standing up and brushing the dust off her clothes.
"I don't know what you mean," I replied bluntly, turning to walk off again.
She scoffed and walked after me quickly, angrily and muttering curses under her breath. I laughed in disbelief and turned to look at her, stopping her in her tracks. Even right now she looked fucking gorgeous, her hair hanging down around her face and shoulders. Nat's old jacket and an old black dress that her red bra peaked out from underneath and her necklaces hung between her breasts.
"What are you looking at?" she asked quietly as I stood before her.
I shook my head but kept my eyes on her. She shrugged her shoulders as if to ask me 'what the fuck are you doing'. I took a deep breath at what I was about to do and cupped her cheeks, smashing my lips against hers. Once she realised what I was doing, she sighed and kissed me back passionately. Our tongues fought for dominance as her hands found their place on my hips and pulled me closer.