She thought she could walk into my office, pretend last night never happened, and carry on like I hadn't tasted the sweet ruin of her lips. Foolish girl.
The moment Alicia Blake stepped off that elevator, my world sharpened. The black marble floors gleamed, the city skyline stretched endlessly beyond the glass, but all I saw was her. Her blouse tucked perfectly, her pencil skirt hugging every sinful curve, her mouth glossed in a way that made me remember how it had parted under mine.
She said good morning like she was untouchable. Like her hands hadn't clutched at me, nails digging into my back, desperate for more.
I smirked to myself. Innocent on the surface, fire beneath. She was already mine.
My pen moved across the contract in front of me, but every stroke was deliberate, meant to mask the anticipation coiling through me. I could feel her nerves from across the room, the quickened breath, the subtle clench of her thighs. She was trying to hold herself together, but her body betrayed her.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked, my voice deceptively casual.
Her eyes widened, throat bobbing. "I…..Yes."
I let the silence stretch, savoring her discomfort before I gave her the truth. "Liar. You dreamt of me."
Her lips parted, but no denial came. Her silence was my victory.
I stood, slow, deliberate. She tensed, eyes following every movement, and I felt the power shift…..the way the air thickened, charged, bending to me. When I reached her, I didn't hesitate. My fingers slid along her jaw, tilting her face to mine.
"Say my name."
She whispered it like a confession. "Liam."
The sound unraveled me more than I wanted to admit. My cock stirred, pressing hard against my suit trousers. She didn't know it yet, but her voice was enough to undo me.
I crushed my mouth against hers, punishing, claiming. Her taste was as addictive as I remembered….sweet, sharp, forbidden. Her gasp melted into a moan when I deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against hers until she trembled against me.
Her ass fit perfectly in my hand, soft and sinful. I pressed her against me, grinding into her so she could feel exactly what she did to me. She whimpered into my mouth, and the sound nearly pushed me over the edge.
Christ, the girl was fire.
When I dragged my lips down her throat, I let myself linger there, tasting, biting just enough to leave a mark she'd try to cover later. A brand. My brand.
"You feel it too," I murmured against her skin.
She shivered, nails clutching my suit like she was torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Her body arched, rubbing against me, begging silently even as her mouth said nothing.
Then, a knock.
The sound sliced through the haze like a blade. My assistant's voice carried through the door: "Sir, the Tokyo partners are on the line."
For one brief, dangerous second, I considered ignoring it. Letting them wait while I bent Alicia over my desk and fucked her until the whole city knew she was mine.
But control was my weapon. Not impulse.
I pulled back, slow, deliberate, smoothing her blouse where my hand had been. Her chest heaved, lips swollen, eyes wide with need. God, she was beautiful like this, disheveled, trembling, ruined.
I brushed her collar back into place, my fingers grazing her skin just to watch her shiver. "Not a word." My lips hovered over hers, stealing one last taste before I stepped back.
And then, as if nothing had happened, I turned back to my desk. I straightened my tie, picked up the phone, and became Liam Knight, CEO, untouchable king of KnightCorp once more.
But as I spoke to Tokyo, my mind stayed on her.
Every word I spoke, every deal I closed, was fueled by the memory of Alicia's moan echoing against my mouth. She sat across from me, pretending to scribble notes, her hand trembling ever so slightly. She thought she was hiding it, but I saw everything.
The flush on her neck.
The way her thighs pressed together.
The way her eyes darted to me, then away.
She was breaking, and I was the one breaking her.
Good.
Because Alicia Blake was not just an employee. She was mine. My possession. My obsession. And I didn't share what belonged to me.
When the call ended, I leaned back in my chair, letting my gaze linger on her. "Clear my schedule after lunch," I said smoothly. "We'll be working… privately."
Her pen stilled. Her head lifted, eyes wide, lips parting like she wanted to protest but couldn't find the words.
I smirked. She'd learn soon enough, there was no escaping me.
I intended to own every inch of her.
And tonight, I'd prove it.
Alicia Pov: His Heat, My Undoing
The morning light pierced through my curtains like a cruel reminder that night had ended. I lay tangled in my sheets, skin still humming, lips still swollen, my body betraying me with every slow throb of memory.
Liam Knight.
His name alone made my chest clench and my thighs tighten. I pressed my palms against my burning face, muffling the soft groan that escaped. Last night hadn't been an accident. It hadn't been a dream. It was real. His mouth on mine, his breath hot and demanding, his hands pressing me into his world where rules bent, where he was king and I… I had been willing.
Too willing.
My blazer from yesterday lay discarded at the edge of my bed, its crisp fabric now creased like my resolve. I should've stopped him. I should've walked away. I should've remembered he was my boss, the one man in this city who held the power to break me before I even had the chance to build myself.
Instead, I remembered how his lips tasted like whiskey and sin, how his voice had dipped lower when he told me I belonged to him.
I exhaled shakily. "God, Alicia… what have you done?"
Dragging myself out of bed, I let the cold floor jolt my body awake. Shower. Work. Focus. Pretend. I repeated the words in my mind like a prayer, but even as the hot water slid down my skin, I couldn't scrub away the feeling of his touch, the way his mouth had claimed me like no one ever had.
By the time I buttoned my blouse and adjusted my pencil skirt, my hands were trembling. Work wasn't just work anymore. It was walking into the lion's den after I'd let him taste me. And I knew Liam Knight didn't forget. He didn't forgive weakness.
The elevator ride up to the penthouse was mercilessly smooth, silent as it carried me toward him. My reflection in the mirrored walls showed a woman who looked composed: hair sleek, lipstick subtle, blouse tucked neatly. But underneath, my pulse thundered so loudly it felt like the elevator should've rattled with it.
When the doors opened, the world of KnightCorp's top floor swallowed me whole. Black marble gleamed under the morning sun, glass walls revealed Manhattan stretching endlessly, and at the center of it all was him.
Liam Knight.
Dark suit, sharp jaw, eyes like storm clouds brewing just for me.
He didn't look up immediately, but I felt him. The weight of his presence pulled me toward him until I realized I hadn't even breathed. His pen scratched across a document, but I caught the way his lips curved slightly, knowingly, before he finally lifted his gaze.
"Miss Blake." His voice slid through me like velvet wrapped around steel. "You're on time. Good."
I swallowed, my throat dry. "Good morning, Mr. Knight."
He leaned back in his chair, gaze sweeping me slowly, unapologetically. It was a look that stripped me bare, that made me wonder if my blouse was sheer, if he could see the way my nipples had hardened just under his stare.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, as though the question wasn't a blade.
I froze, heat rushing to my cheeks. "I...Yes."
"Liar." His smirk was small, devastating. "You dreamt of me."
I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words shriveled. My body betrayed me, shifting under his gaze, thighs pressing together.
He stood, and with every step he took toward me, my heart slammed harder against my ribs. The scent of him rich, dark, intoxicating, wrapped around me before he even touched me.
"Mr. Knight..."
"Liam," he corrected softly, but it was a command. "Say it."
I swallowed, lips parting. "Liam."
The sound of his name on my tongue seemed to please him more than any victory in his empire ever could. He reached out, fingertips grazing along my jaw until I shivered.
"You're mine," he murmured, and before I could protest, his mouth was on mine again... hot, punishing, claiming.
I gasped against him, my hands caught between wanting to push him away and needing to pull him closer. His tongue slid past my lips, teasing, tasting, demanding entry I couldn't deny. Every nerve in my body lit like wildfire.
When his hand slid down my back and cupped the curve of my ass, I moaned into his mouth. The sound was soft, broken, desperate. His kiss deepened, stealing the air from my lungs until I was dizzy, clinging to him as though he were the only anchor keeping me from falling apart.
"Mr. Knight...." I panted when he finally let me breathe.
His lips trailed down my neck, warm and wet. "Liam," he reminded, voice husky.
"Liam…" The name trembled out of me, and he groaned against my skin like I'd undone him just by surrendering.
His hand slid lower, squeezing, pressing me against the hard length straining beneath his tailored suit. My eyes fluttered shut. This was wrong. So, so wrong. But the heat between my thighs begged otherwise, and the ache inside me screamed for more.
"You feel it too," he whispered. "Don't fight it."
And God help me, I didn't.
I melted against him, letting his dominance cage me in, his lips devouring mine until the world outside his office didn't exist. It was just him, his hunger, his heat, his control swallowing me whole.
When his hand slipped beneath my blouse, fingertips brushing the lace of my bra, I gasped, arching against him. He growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated straight to my clit and I thought I might cum undone right there, standing in his office with the city watching through the glass walls.
A sharp knock at the door jolted me back to reality.
We froze. My breath caught, his chest rising hard against mine.
"Sir," his assistant's voice called from the other side. "The Tokyo partners are on the line."
Liam's jaw tightened, his gaze locked on mine like he resented the interruption. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled his hand from beneath my blouse and smoothed my collar back into place. The intimate brush of his fingers made me shiver.
"Not a word," he murmured, his lips grazing mine one last time before he stepped back, mask sliding back into place.
I stood trembling, chest heaving, lipstick smeared, as he turned toward his desk, already in control again. Already the untouchable CEO the world revered.
But I knew better now.
And as I sank into my chair, trying to catch my breath, one truth rang clear in my head.
I was his.
And he knew it.