Sienna's POV

My phone buzzed as I slid into the back of the taxi, heels clacking on the floor.

"Hey, bitch," Kate's voice blasted through my AirPods. "What are you up to?"

I glanced at my wrist-the Rolex, sleek, gold, and stupidly expensive. A gift from Mr. Steele. Just one of many.

"Late for work, as always," I muttered, pushing hair out of my face.

"Girl, Mr. Nicci ain't gonna fire you. He's too busy stuffing you with-"

"Kate!" I hissed, laughing. "Shut up."

Kate knew everything. Every sinful detail about me and Dominic Steele-the powerful, cold, dangerously sexy CEO who couldn't keep his hands off me.

"Oh, guess what?" I grinned.

"Spill."

"He just got me a new apartment."

A scream exploded through the phone. "No fucking way! Your coochie got superpowers!"

I giggled. "Apparently."

Kate came from old money. We met back in college through Clara-back when Clara wasn't a complete traitor. Things changed. People changed.

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At the Office

His office could pass for a luxury suite-floor-to-ceiling glass windows, matte-black furnishings, and him...

Dominic Steele.

Dressed in jet-black like sin in a suit. Commanding. Cold. Stunning.

He sat behind his desk, eyes glued to the laptop, godlike in posture.

"Morning, Mr. Steele." I placed the file on his desk, keeping my tone cool.

"Morning, Ms. Ward," he said without lifting his eyes.

"Here's the file you requested."

He finally looked up, and just like that, my breath hitched. His gaze pinned me in place.

"Prepare a weekend trip to Paris," he said simply, like it wasn't a dream. "Just the two of us."

I blinked. "Sir?"

"You busy this weekend?" His brow rose.

"No... I'm not."

"Good. You're mine this weekend."

Before I could reply, a knock echoed.

"Come in."

I turned to leave as his secretary entered.

"Sir, Ms. Clara is here to see you."

My heart sank.

Of course, she was here.

I hoped she'd see me bent over his desk one day-naked and moaning his name.

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Outside the Office

And there she was. Clara. In red.

A plastic-perfect Barbie with designer curves and dead eyes.

She passed me without a glance but whispered loud enough,

"Bitch."

I smiled sweetly. "Snitch," I whispered back.

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Dominic's POV

She walked in like she still had a place in my world.

She didn't.

"What do you want, Clara?"

She walked closer, her fake nails sliding up my chest.

"Dinner. The family kind. You and me this weekend."

"I have plans," I said, walking to the window, watching over the city I owned.

Paris. With Sienna. That's my plan.

Her curves. Her moans. Her eyes when I push her over the edge-I wanted more.

"Plans with who?" she asked, voice clipped.

"My secretary."

Her expression twisted. Good.

"If that's all, you can leave."

She did, hips swaying like she was still on a runway.

Forgettable.

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Sienna's POV

Kelvin walked into my office-no knock, just usual flirty chaos.

"You look fire today."

He was cute, charming, but not my type. I liked them dangerous. Cold. Ruthless. I liked Dominic Steele.

"Thanks, Kel."

"Weekend plans?" he asked, dropping into the chair across me.

"Business trip with Mr. Steele. Paris."

His face fell.

"Oh. Didn't know we had one planned."

"It's kind of...private," I smirked.

He left eventually, and I stared at my screen, grinning.

This weekend, I wouldn't be a secretary. I'd be his toy. His pleasure.

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That Evening

I gasped as the elevator doors opened to reveal the penthouse.

Marble floors. Gold accents. Chandeliers. A view of the whole damn city.

A million-dollar space-for me. Just because I let him own my body.

"Thank you," I whispered into the phone.

"Anything for you, sweetheart," he replied. His voice always did something to me.

"Will I see you tonight?"

"I'm already on my way."

I hung up and ran my fingers over the velvet couch. This was it. I was getting everything I dreamed of.

I unpacked. Tried to relax.

But then the door clicked open.

And there he was.

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The Night

He walked in, all muscle and hunger.

I met him halfway, melting into his kiss. His lips devoured me. Hands sliding under my dress. Clothes hit the floor. As he pulled me close his lips taking mine hungry and seeking for more his hands runs over my thighs aggressively taking off my cloths ,

"Mm..." i Moan as he kisses my neck ,hands roaming my body 

Soon we are on the king sized bed 

My legs spreaded wide open taking him in 

"Fuck sienna ... he Moans my name 

Slamming into me hard and fast 

"Yes ...yes ,"

My phone buzzed the screen displaying "KELVIN's name on it

"Why is he calling you ..."Dominic asks as he stops moving inside of me and stared  at me with those grey eyes I could see jealousy in his eyes ...

"Nothing he ju-ahh fuck ..".

"Mine, .."

He slammed back in, cutting off my words.

"I said. You. Are. Mine."

He spilled inside me, holding me tight.

We lay tangled. Breathing hard.

"Whatever you have with him-cut it. Know your place."

He didn't say it cruelly. Just like a man who doesn't share.

I traced his chest, heart twisting.

"Nic..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Because what I wanted to say would ruin us.

I wanted to mean more.

But I knew-this was a forbidden game.

A secret that could destroy everything if it ever got out.

Sienna's POV

The morning breeze drifted into the room as I turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, like there was no chaos in his world.

His eyelids fluttered open, revealing those cold grey eyes. He's so handsome. I can't help but wonder what his baby would look like.

Shit... that reminds me. I haven't been on birth control.

"Good morning," he said, his deep, sexy voice snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Morning..." I murmured. He pulled me close and kissed my lips, his hand sliding down my thighs. We were both naked, tangled beneath the luxury sheets of my new penthouse.

"Take the day off, baby. You're sore down there," he said, sitting up. I blushed.

He carried me in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. Kissing me, he stepped into the large cubicle shower and turned on the water as he slid inside me again.

"Yes, Nic... yes," I moaned as he moved slowly, like he was trying to relive the moment.

"I love being inside you, Sienna," he groaned against my neck as he started pumping deeper. I clung to him, calling his name as he hit the right spot again and again.

"Tell me you're all mine..."

"I'm all yours, Nic. Just yours. No one else," I whispered, tightening my grip around his broad shoulders.

Soon, he came deep inside me.

Later, he was already on the phone. "I'll be there soon. Tell him to arrange the documents and keep them on my desk," he said, his hand grazing my neck, inspecting the hickey he gave me.

I eyed him warily.

"You seem stressed out, baby," he said as I stepped away from him.

"Thanks to you," I said, flopping back on the bed.

"Not my fault... you're just too sweet." He smirked, adjusting his shirt.

"My housekeeper will stop by today to drop off a few of my clothes. I'll keep some in the walk-in closet in case I decide to stay over sometimes."

"Okay," I said softly.

He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Prepare for the weekend, and text me if you need anything." Then, he walked out.

I stared at the door after he left. I didn't know exactly how I felt. But every time I was around him, I felt safe. Pampered. He knew how to talk to me, how to spoil me. Every moment with him made me feel like I belonged to him. Like there was something more than just pleasure happening between us...

But I knew better.

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"Hey bitch, drop the location to your new crib!" Kate said over the phone.

"Yes ma'am."

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A few hours later

A knock sounded at the door.

I opened it to see Kate standing there.

"Oh my God, babe. This is massive!" she gasped, taking in the luxurious penthouse.

"Okay girl, spill the beans," she said, flopping onto the designer couch.

"He was here," I said, sitting beside her and turning on the huge TV in front of us.

"I'm sorry-how many rounds?" Kate teased.

"Kate!" I laughed just as the doorbell rang again.

I walked to the door and opened it. A woman in her late 40s stood there, wearing a black T-shirt and white pants. She looked corporate and serious.

"How may I help you?" I asked.

"I work for Mr. Steele," she said, eyeing me cautiously.

"Oh... come in." I let her in. She held a briefcase in one hand.

"The room's over there," I said, pointing to the walk-in closet as she walked over.

"Who is she?" Kate asked, sipping her orange juice.

"Nic's housekeeper," I replied. "He said he might come over sometimes, so he's keeping some of his clothes here."

"Okay, mamacita... at this point, you've got him wrapped around your finger," she teased. We both laughed.

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Dominic's POV

"Hi, Mum."

"Nic, cancel whatever trip you have planned this weekend. We're having your engagement party. Yours and Clara's."

"It's an important trip. When I get back, we can throw whatever party you want," I said, cutting the call.

I just wanted to spend the weekend with Sienna. To have my arms wrapped around her. To feel like a man-not the man with a life full of chaos or a forced marriage.

Everything felt different when I was with her. She made me feel like I was enough. Like I was seen. Those bright blue eyes stared into mine like she wanted nothing from me but me.

"Hey, man," my friend Andrew walked in, holding a bottle of whiskey.

"What, Andrew?"

"You down this weekend for some... you know, clubbing?"

"I've got plans with Sienna," I said, taking a puff from the weed he brought and passing it to him.

"Oh shit-the side chick, huh?" He grinned. "Bruh, you're really playing with fire."

"I don't care. It's just pleasure between me and her. She knows what it is," I replied. Of course, Sienna knew. Even though sometimes, she looked at me like she wanted more. But she knew her place-my secret woman. The woman who spread her legs when I told her to.

"Just pray that evil Clara doesn't find out," he warned. "Little Brody whispered to me about your engagement party coming up. I wonder how Sienna will take all of this. Does she plan on being the side woman forever?" he asked, eyes sharp.

I hadn't thought of that.

Sienna being my side woman forever?

Yeah... there's no future between us.

But I can't imagine her with another man.

Can't imagine her moaning another man's name.

Sienna's POV

I sat beside him in his private jet, his hand resting on my bare thigh.

Yeah, Nic likes it when I dress like his whore.

Here I am, in a skimpy red dress that stops just below my thighs, showing off my thick, milky skin. The expensive Prada heels he bought me make my legs look even longer.

"You said we're going away to relax, not for business," I said, rolling my eyes as I looked out the window. He was typing something on his phone.

"Sorry, baby. I just need to send this quickly," he replied, kissing my cheek.

Then his eyes met mine-and damn. That man is fine as hell. A literal Greek god.

He pulled me closer, kissing me slowly, like he needed to savor the taste of me... like he couldn't get enough.

A throat cleared. We looked up to see the flight attendant standing there.

"Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Steele. Do you need anything?" she asked, eyeing him like she wanted to eat him alive.

I glared. She noticed and quickly turned her eyes away from his unbuttoned shirt.

"I'm fine," he replied coldly.

"How about you, miss?"

"Just water," I said, still glaring at her. She nodded and walked away.

"I really want you under me right now, baby," he murmured, kissing the back of our intertwined fingers.

"You just had me this morning, Mr. Steele," I replied, rolling my eyes again.

"You know I can never get enough of you, angel. You're like a drug-I'm addicted."

He pulled me into another kiss, his fingers working their way under my dress.

"Yes..." I moaned into his mouth, parting my thighs as his fingers slid deeper inside me.

"Miss, here's your water," the flight attendant interrupted, nearly causing me to snap.

"Thank you," I said flatly, shooting her another glare.

Nic chuckled beside me.

"We have the whole weekend to ourselves, baby," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

Yeah, we do. And I plan to enjoy every damn second.

Fuck.

Once again, I forgot to take my birth control pills. Why do I keep forgetting?

"You okay?" Nic asked, noticing my distraction.

"Yes, just thinking."

"About what?"

"How much fun this weekend is going to be..."

"Don't worry. I'm all yours for the weekend," he promised.

Yeah... just for the weekend.

After that, he goes back to pretending like he doesn't bend me over his desk and fuck me raw.

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The hotel resort was massive.

The room had a king-sized bed, a jacuzzi, and a private outdoor pool.

"God, this is so relaxing," I muttered to myself, taking off my sunglasses. Nic was nearby, talking to one of the staff.

My phone buzzed. It was my little sister, Ann.

"Hey baby girl, what's up?" I answered. I'd been distant from her since I moved out, but that didn't mean I didn't love her. She knew I did.

"Sis, I need your help."

"Are you okay?" I asked, suddenly worried.

"Yeah, just need a little cash. Girl stuff."

I glanced up. Nic was walking toward me.

"Send me your bank details," I said, then quickly ended the call.

"Mmm," I began, only to be cut off by Nic's lips on mine. He pulled me close and pushed me gently onto the bed.

"Who was that?" he asked, undressing.

"My little sister," I said, helping him slide the red dress off my body.

He squeezed my breasts, his mouth wrapping around my nipples, sucking like a hungry baby.

"Yes, Nic," I moaned, my fingers tangled in his black hair.

His fingers slid between my thighs, in and out, teasing me, making me beg.

"Yes... ahh, just like that..."

Then, he took out his massive cock. It stood proud-thick, veined, beautiful.

I wrapped my lips around him, sucking as he groaned.

"Fuck, Sienna..."

His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as he fucked my mouth.

Then, he pushed me down, spread my legs wide, and thrust deep into me.

"YES, baby! Just like that... harder!" I cried out, losing myself in the pleasure.

"Fuck, Sienna," he groaned again.

His phone buzzed on the bed.

The screen lit up: Clara.

He didn't even notice-he was too lost in me.

As he kissed my neck, I slid my hand over and hit Accept.

"Yes, Nic! Fuck me hard... yes, baby... YES!" I moaned loud enough for that bitch Clara to hear every word.

"Fuck, Sienna, you're so sweet," he groaned, still thrusting.

I smirked.

The call ended. Perfect timing.

Nic pulled out and flipped me over, bending me on all fours. He spanked my ass, then slid back inside, pounding into me.

He filled me with his cum.

I stayed bent over, letting every drop stay inside.

Smiling to myself.

If Nic finds out about the call, he'll be pissed. But I'll handle him.

Clara needed a taste of her own medicine.

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A knock came at the door.

Nic got up, wrapped a towel around his waist, and opened it.

He returned a moment later.

"Come on, let's take a bath. We've got dinner plans."

"Okay," I said, letting him scoop me up in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I wanted to be his.

I wanted the world to know he was mine.

He knew how to pamper me, spoil me, make me feel like a queen-

From the designer shoes, the luxury bags, watches, endless shopping sprees, and now a new penthouse.

Dominic Steele is everything I want in a man.

Too bad... I'm just his secret.

And I wonder when my time will be up.

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