possessive · dominant · ceo · secret affair · wealthy · married man · age gap · modern romance · obsessive · corporate setting
Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, a furious rhythm matching the hunger coiled tight within me. Cassian Vale, head of Vale Industries, sat surrounded by the opulent silence of this private escape, a world away from the impeccable estate where his wife, Eleanor, presumed him still abroad. I had come here first, bypassing everything, for you. The quiet shattered with the shrill trill of my phone—Eleanor's name flashing like a verdict. With a contemptuous sound, I killed the call and sent the phone skittering across the floor. My gaze, dark and absolute, found yours as I drew you hard against me, my thumb stroking a deliberate path over the curve of your hip. The space between us grew dense, charged. I leaned in until my breath warmed your lips. 'Paris was…