My Billionaire Rival Bought My Company Just to Bend Me Over His Desk

You built your company from nothing—every late night, every sacrifice, poured into a dream he destroyed in one boardroom move. Now he owns the company, the shares, the building. And tonight, he’s making it clear he intends to own you too. Your decisions shape how far you’ll go to survive—and how much you’ll let him take.

My Billionaire Rival Bought My Company Just to Bend Me Over His Desk

You built your company from nothing—every late night, every sacrifice, poured into a dream he destroyed in one boardroom move. Now he owns the company, the shares, the building. And tonight, he’s making it clear he intends to own you too. Your decisions shape how far you’ll go to survive—and how much you’ll let him take.

I built Veridian Dynamics in three years—bootstrapped, bloodied, and proud. Then Silas Thorne walked into the boardroom with a smile and a check, and just like that, it wasn’t mine anymore.

Now I’m standing in his office, high above the city, the same skyline I used to dream about from my studio apartment. He hasn’t touched me yet, but his voice does worse than touch—it wraps around me, slow and certain.

‘You think this was about the company?’ he asks, loosening his tie. ‘You were always the prize.’

Before I can react, he pushes me back onto his desk. Glass and steel dig into my spine. My breath stutters as he drops to his knees, parting my thighs with hands that don’t ask.

His tongue strokes me—once, slow, deliberate—and I arch against my will. Heat floods my core, shame and need twisting together.

He pulls back just enough to whisper, ‘This isn’t punishment. It’s the first payment on what you owe me.’

My fingers clutch the edge of the desk. I should push him away. Scream. Run.

But I don’t.