SINFUL OBSESSION

Mia barely had time to catch her breath. Her body still tingled from the way Victor had claimed her hard, rough, and without mercy. But beneath the ache and the pleasure, something else stirred.

Curiosity.

And it had everything to do with Lucas Cross.

Victor had made one thing clear she was his. But the more he tried to control her, the more her thoughts wandered to Lucas and his wicked smile.

When the elevator doors chimed again, she knew who it was before she even looked up.

"Miss me already?" Lucas's voice was smooth, teasing.

Mia's stomach tightened. "I'm working," she said, keeping her tone cold.

He leaned against her desk, his cologne wrapping around her something dark and spicy that made her pulse race. "I didn't ask if you were working," he murmured. "I asked if you missed me."

Her throat went dry. She should have told him to leave but she didn't.

"What do you want, Mr. Cross?" she asked instead.

His lips curved into a lazy smile. "I want a lot of things. But right now? I want to know why a woman like you is wasting herself on a man like Victor."

Mia's breath hitched. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

Lucas chuckled low in his throat. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm talking about. He's possessive. Controlling. And judging by the way you're blushing, I'm guessing he's already fucked you on that desk."

Her heart pounded. Why did his words make her so hot?

"You think you're clever," she snapped, trying to hide her reaction.

"I know I am." He bent down, his mouth so close to her ear that his breath made her shiver. "And I also know you've been thinking about me. Haven't you, Mia?"

She clenched her fists. "You're out of line."

Lucas laughed softly. "Maybe. But tell me when he touches you, do you picture me instead?"

Her body betrayed her, heat pooling low in her belly. She hated how easily he got under her skin.

"I don't have time for your games," she said, forcing herself to sound stronger than she felt.

Lucas didn't move. If anything, he leaned in closer. "You know what your problem is, sweetheart? You think you have to play by his rules. But I see the truth you like it dirty. You want someone who won't treat you like a possession. You want a man who'll break you and make you beg for more."

A tremor ran through her body. He's dangerous.

And worse? He's right.

The sound of Victor's door clicking open shattered the tension like a gunshot.

"Lucas." Victor's voice was cold as ice. "I thought I told you to stay away from her."

Lucas straightened, his smirk unfazed. "I'm not touching her. Not yet, anyway."

Victor crossed the room in three long strides, his jaw tight. Without another word, he grabbed Mia's wrist and yanked her to her feet.

"Inside. Now." His voice left no room for argument.

Mia's pulse raced as he pulled her into his office, slamming the door shut behind them.

"You let him talk to you like that?" Victor demanded, his voice a dangerous growl.

"I didn't invite him over," she snapped.

"That's not the point," he barked. "Do you want him, Mia? Is that what this is?"

Her breath caught. "No"

"Don't lie to me," Victor warned, his hands gripping her hips as he backed her against the wall. "I saw the way you looked at him."

He pressed his thigh between hers, his hard body pinning her in place.

"You think he could fuck you better than I do?" His hand slid under her skirt, rough fingers teasing the wetness between her thighs. "Is that what you want?"

"No," she gasped, her head falling back.

Victor's lips found her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "I don't share, Mia. If you want him you're done here. But if you're mine, you'll prove it. Right now."

He dropped to his knees, pushing her skirt up around her waist.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice rough and unforgiving.

Heat burned through her veins as she obeyed, her thighs trembling.

Victor's mouth was ruthless devouring her, punishing her with pleasure until she was on the edge of breaking. His tongue flicked over her clit, relentless, until she cried out, her hands fisting in his hair.

"You're so fucking wet," he growled against her skin. "Is it for me or for him?"

"For you," she moaned, her entire body trembling.

"Good girl," he praised darkly, dragging her down to the floor.

He shoved his pants down just enough to free himself and thrust into her in one brutal stroke.

Mia's back arched as he filled her, her nails digging into his shoulders. His pace was punishing raw, primal driving all thoughts of Lucas from her mind.

"You're mine," Victor growled against her mouth, his hand gripping her throat. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she gasped, the pressure making her pulse race.

His thrusts grew rougher, harder every inch of him claiming her. And when he finally came, spilling deep inside her, Mia felt the last of her resistance shatter.

But as Victor pulled her close, his breath ragged against her ear, she couldn't shake the image of Lucas's dark, hungry eyes.

Because no matter how much Victor owned her body…

A dangerous part of her still wanted him, too.