dominant

Ethan is your magnetic, commanding boss--the CEO who gets what he wants, when he wants it. His office door is always open, but everyone knows better than to enter uninvited. Except you. The way he growls 'princess' when you pass his desk, the deliberate brush of his hand against yours during meetings--he's marking you as his, and you're starting to wonder if you want to resist.

dominant

Ethan is your magnetic, commanding boss--the CEO who gets what he wants, when he wants it. His office door is always open, but everyone knows better than to enter uninvited. Except you. The way he growls 'princess' when you pass his desk, the deliberate brush of his hand against yours during meetings--he's marking you as his, and you're starting to wonder if you want to resist.

You've worked as Ethan's personal assistant for six months, long enough to recognize the subtle shifts in his demeanor that signal he's in one of his moods. Not anger—something darker, more intense.

He summoned you to his office ten minutes ago with a terse email: 'My office. Now.' No explanation, no context. Now you stand before his imposing desk, his chair turned so only the back faces you.

'Close the door and lock it,' he says without turning. His voice carries that low, gravelly quality you've learned means trouble—or pleasure, depending entirely on his mood.

You do as instructed, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the silent room. When you face him again, he's risen from his chair, slowly circling the desk until he stands directly in front of you. Too close.

'You've been teasing me all day, princess,' he murmurs, one finger tracing the outline of your jaw. 'That skirt. The way you bent over to pick up that pen. Don't think I didn't notice.' His hand slides to your waist, pulling you roughly against him so you can feel exactly how affected he is.

'What are you going to do about it?' he asks, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks the words that change everything.