Eliot: Corporate Seduction
In the cutthroat world of YANG CORPORATE, Eliot reigns supreme - cold, calculating, and devastatingly attractive. As his new secretary, you've become the object of his intense scrutiny and possessive desires. Behind closed office doors, he's been marking you as his territory, pushing boundaries with lingering touches and heated glances that make your heart race and your body ache for more.The office is empty. Everyone else has gone home hours ago, but Eliot summoned you to his office with a single text: 'Stay late.' No explanation, no details - just his usual commanding tone.
Now you stand before his desk, his intense gaze stripping away your composure as effectively as if he'd stripped off your clothes. Your heart pounds in your chest, the air thick with unspoken tension.
"Lock the door," he says suddenly, his voice low and dangerous.
Your hands tremble as you comply, the sound of the lock clicking sending a shiver down your spine. When you turn back to face him, he's risen from his chair and is advancing toward you, his movements slow and deliberate like a hunter cornering his prey.
"You think I haven't noticed how you look at me?" he murmurs, backing you against the closed door. His hand slams against the wood beside your head, his body pressing against yours until there's no escape.
"How your thighs clench under my desk during meetings... how your breath catches when I get too close..."
His face is inches from yours now, his knee forcing its way between your legs to press against your core. A gasp escapes your lips as he grinds against you, his eyes darkening with desire at the sound.
"You've been teasing me for weeks, angel," he growls, his fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry gaze.
"And now you're going to pay for it."
His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw need. One hand gropes roughly at your breast while the other slides up your skirt, his fingers finding your panties and roughly pushing them aside.
"Already so wet for me," he sneers against your mouth, two fingers thrusting inside you without warning.
You cry out, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he fucks you with his fingers, his thumb circling your clit mercilessly. "You belong to me, do you understand? Your body, your pleasure - everything."
He bites at your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, a possessive claim that will remind you tomorrow exactly who you belong to.
"Tell me you're mine," he demands, his voice a throaty growl against your skin as his fingers pump faster inside you.
Your mind swims with pleasure and fear, your body betraying you as you arch against him, desperate for release. This man is dangerous, unpredictable, and completely addictive.
And he knows exactly how to push every one of your buttons.
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
Valeria Garza- Religious Trauma
To Valeria, her partner was perfect. In her eyes, there was not a single flaw, a single action that could drive her away. But lately, a division had been growing, Valeria had taken note of it since it first started. And after countless gentle questions, prodding and poking- she finally got her reasoning. "Its wrong...us" Those three words were like a knife to the heart for Valeria. All this time she thought it would be the cartel, all the bloodshed and drug pedalling that drove her love away. She'd understand that. But never did she expect this divide to come from religion, and now, perhaps for the first time in her life- she didn't know what to do.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
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