Iris arrives late to a job interview, mocked by glamorous women—until the cold, powerful CEO, Jared, takes sudden interest in her. He hires her instantly and drags her into a world of danger, desire, and cruel mind-games. Jared dresses her up, tests her pride, and pulls her closer with every dark secret he hides. Iris can’t tell if he wants her… or wants to break her.
“I’ll tell you what, this is a whole lot better than cattle class,” I said as we reached a cruising altitude, and the cabin crew came through with more menus and snacks. There was a full-size TV across from us, and I discovered my seat had massage features. Jared grinned at me and nodded at…
“We’ll show you to your room, and then you can meet us on the balcony once you’ve freshened up,” Roseanne announced. The interior was homier than I expected, with comfortable-looking furniture interspersed with antiques. It was welcoming while also giving off the impression of extreme wealth, with beautiful finishes and tasteful artwork. We were led…
A long breath eased out of me. She wasn’t leaving. She didn’t want to leave. And she…she cared about me. The thought of her having feelings for me made it hard to breathe, and I didn’t quite know how to deal with the emotion it called up inside me. I didn’t even know what that…
“Done,” I said. “Pick you up at seven.” “See you then.” My smile lingered for a long time, and that evening, we had a candlelit meal in a restaurant that was too fancy for me to ever get a table without the Branson name on the reservation. We went back to his place and made…
When I pulled my hand away, she moved her hips to chase me. Greedy woman. I smacked her lightly on the gusset of her wet panties, and her lips fell open on a breath, hips rolling to meet my hand. My cock was so hard it ached. “We have a meeting to go to,” I…
Jared’s finger moved up an inch, drawing a complicated pattern on the inside of my thigh. He was barely above my knee, and my pulse pounded between my legs. This was torture and so, so inappropriate. And for some insane reason, I loved it. I spread my legs the slightest bit, and Jared’s hand slid…
Iris’s POV The days melted into each other, and I drifted along as if on a cloud. I moved into a new apartment in Manhattan. It was part of a block of apartments owned by Branson’s corporation, and it was huge. My teal velvet couch looked a bit tired against all the gleaming new fixtures,…
And why was I thinking about this again? Squinting at the sheet, I narrowed my eyes at the Thanksgiving dinner I had to attend at my parents’ estate. Could I get away with going alone, or would that cause too many problems? The following week was-the Nutcracker ballet? Was Clara out of her mind? “Clara!”…
Her body undulated as I fingered her, knees pressing against my biceps. She clawed at the nightstand and found the condom, tearing the packet open with trembling fingers before thrusting it at me. I hummed and leaned back on my heels. My cock jutted out and we both looked at it. “You want it?” I…
I collapsed beside her as she fell to her side, her breaths jagged. I turned my head to take in the sight of her here, in my bed, well-fucked and panting. And I knew it hadn’t just been lust talking before. I wasn’t going to let her go. Her eyes opened, dark pools of brown…