SINFUL OBSESSION

Mia's legs still felt weak as she adjusted her skirt, trying to regain some composure. Victor hadn't just claimed her he had marked her, owned her in a way that no man ever had. And the worst part? She liked it.

As she stepped out of his office, her face still flushed, Isabella smirked from behind her desk. The blonde's eyes dragged over Mia's disheveled appearance. "I hope you're good at multitasking," she said, voice laced with venom. "Mr. Hayes is… demanding."

Mia ignored her and made her way to her desk outside Victor's office. She needed to focus on her job not how her body still throbbed from the way he'd taken her over his desk. But just as she settled in, her phone buzzed.

Victor: My office. Now.

Her pulse spiked. Again?

She stood, smoothing her blouse before opening his door. Victor leaned against his desk, shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing thick forearms. He didn't speak he just watched her, eyes dark with intent.

"You wanted me, Mr. Hayes?" she asked, her voice softer than she intended.

"Lock the door," he ordered.

Mia obeyed, heart pounding as the lock clicked into place.

"I'm not finished with you," he said, stepping closer. His fingers brushed her wrist, sliding up her arm. "But there's something you need to understand this isn't just about what I want."

Before she could respond, the door to his private elevator dinged open.

A tall, lean man stepped out. His jet-black hair fell messily over his brow, and there was a cocky, careless smirk curving his lips. Unlike Victor's polished control, this man radiated danger the kind that made your heart race for all the wrong reasons.

"Mia," Victor said, his hand curling possessively around her waist. "Meet Lucas Cross my business partner."

Lucas's gaze dragged over her body, slow and unapologetic. "So, this is the new toy," he drawled, his voice rougher, edgier than Victor's. "I can see why you're keeping her close."

Mia stiffened at his words, but Victor didn't seem fazed. If anything, his grip on her tightened. "She's mine," he said coldly.

Lucas's smirk deepened. "I'm not here to steal her. Unless she wants to be stolen…" His gaze flicked back to her. "What do you say, sweetheart? You want to see how much better I can make you feel?"

Heat surged through her veins a mix of anger and something far more dangerous.

"She's not available for your games," Victor snapped. "And if you touch her"

"Relax," Lucas cut him off. "I'm here for business. But if she ever gets bored of your rules, you know where to find me."

Mia swallowed hard as Lucas walked to the window, his tall frame casting a shadow across the room. There was something about him something reckless that made her skin tingle.

Victor's hand slid down to cup her ass, pulling her body flush against his. "Ignore him," he murmured against her ear. "He doesn't get to touch what's mine."

His possessiveness sent a shiver down her spine but before she could respond, Victor's hand slid beneath her skirt.

"Bend over the desk," he ordered, his voice dark and low.

Mia hesitated. "With him here?"

A cruel smile touched his lips. "I don't care. Do it."

Her breath caught in her throat, but her body obeyed. She leaned over the cold glass desk, her heart pounding.

Victor's fingers hooked into her panties, dragging them down. "You're already wet," he said softly. "Do you like being watched?"

Before she could answer, his hand came down hard on her ass sharp and sudden. Mia gasped, her skin burning from the impact.

"She likes it," Lucas remarked from across the room. "Look how she's arching for you."

Victor smirked. "Of course she likes it."

Without another word, he unzipped his trousers and thrust into her hard, deep, and without an ounce of gentleness.

Mia's body clenched around him, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. The thrill of being taken while Lucas watched from a distance made everything hotter more forbidden.

"Is this what you wanted?" Victor growled, his thrusts punishing. "To be used like a little slut while someone else watches?"

"Yes," she gasped, hating how much she loved the roughness in his voice.

Lucas chuckled softly. "I have to admit I'm jealous."

Victor's pace grew rougher, one hand in her hair as he pulled her head back. "Don't even think about it," he warned. "She's mine."

Mia's body trembled as pleasure coiled deep in her core. With one final thrust, Victor pushed her over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her. Her body clenched around him as he followed, filling her with a guttural groan.

When he finally pulled out, he smoothed her skirt back into place, leaving her breathless and shaking.

"Get back to work," he ordered, his tone cold once again. "I'm not finished with you yet."

As she stepped out of the office, her legs unsteady, she couldn't help but wonder what happens when Victor's obsession collides with Lucas's reckless desire?

And more importantly… could she survive being caught between them both?