Serene’s heart raced as she stood in Nicholas’s dimly lit study, the scent of leather and whiskey heavy in the air. She’d been dusting the bookshelves when he entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. Now, he stood inches away, his black suit hugging his broad shoulders, his dark mullet framing a gaze that burned with intent. “You missed a spot,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, pointing to a shelf she’d already cleaned. Her cheeks flushed as she turned, the hem of her maid uniform riding up her thighs. “I-I’ll get it, Mr. Volkov,” she stammered, reaching up, but his hand caught her wrist, firm yet gentle. “No,” he said, stepping closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Let me show you.” His fingers slid down her arm, leaving a trail of heat, before guiding her hand to the shelf. His chest pressed against her back, and she gasped at the hardness of his body, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable. “You’re trembling, little maid,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Do I scare you… or do I excite you?” Her breath hitched as his free hand trailed up her thigh, slipping beneath the lace of her uniform. “Mr. Volkov…” she whimpered, but her protest melted into a moan as his fingers found her, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. “ Nicholas,” he corrected, his voice rough with desire, his touch growing bolder, circling her most sensitive spot until her knees buckled. “Say it,” he demanded, nipping her earlobe. “N-Nicholas,” she gasped, her body arching into him, surrendering to the fire he’d ignited. In that moment, the billionaire and his naive maid were bound by a hunger neither could deny.
Lihat lebih banyak.
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AUTHOR’S POV
The penthouse gleamed like a blade—sharp edges of glass and steel slicing the Manhattan skyline. Serene clutched her worn backpack, her sneakers silent on the marble floor.
Her heart hammering louder than the city hum thirty floors below. She wasn’t supposed to be here.
Not in this world of wealth and whispers, where men like Nicholas Volkov ruled with fists wrapped in velvet.
But the paycheck—seven grand a month just to cook and clean—had silenced her doubts. Julian’s voice echoed in her head: “It’s simple, Serene. He’s my brother. He needs help. You need cash.”
The elevator doors hissed shut behind her, sealing her in.
She adjusted her ponytail, black strands sticking to her sweaty neck, and glanced at the note Julian had scrawled: Kitchen. 7 p.m. Dinner.
Simple.
She could do simple.
Except nothing felt simple when the air prickled with him before she even saw him.
“Late.”
The word hit like a whip, deep and rough, from the shadows of the living room.
Serene froze, her breath catching as Nicholas Volkov stepped into the light.
He was a storm in a suit—tall, broad, his late-thirties frame carved from years of power. Dark hair streaked with silver framed a face too handsome to be fair, all hard lines and a jaw that could cut glass.
His gray eyes locked on her, stripping her bare in one sweep, and her knees wobbled.
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” she stammered, clutching the backpack tighter.
“The subway—”
“Dinner. Now.” He cut her off, voice a low growl, already turning away.
His presence sucked the oxygen from the room, leaving her dizzy. She scurried to the kitchen—open, gleaming, a chef’s dream—and fumbled with the fridge.
Steak. Rare, Julian had said. She could do this. She had to.
The sizzle of meat on the pan filled the silence, but his shadow loomed closer.
She felt him before she saw him—heat radiating as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching. Her hands shook, the spatula slipping.
A drop of oil popped, and she flinched.
She was nervous. He was too close and she couldn’t seem to breathe the same air as him.
“Too slow,” he said, voice closer now, a dark velvet that brushed her spine.
He stepped behind her, his chest a wall of muscle inches away. She smelled cedar and bourbon, sharp and intoxicating.
“Turn it.”
“W-what?” Her voice was a squeak, barely audible over the hiss of the steak.
He didn’t repeat himself. His hand shot out—not to the pan, but to her wrist, gripping it with calloused fingers.
Firm, not cruel, but enough to make her gasp. He guided her hand, flipping the meat with a flick, his breath hot against her ear.
“Like that. Learn fast, little maid.”
Her cheeks burned, her pulse a wild drumbeat under his touch.
She nodded, too scared to speak, too aware of his thumb lingering on her skin before he let go.
He stepped back, but his eyes didn’t—gray and unyielding, pinning her like a butterfly on a board.
She plated the steak, hands trembling, and slid it across the counter.
“Here, sir.”
He didn’t move. Just stared—first at the plate, then at her. A smirk tugged his lips, sharp and dangerous.
“Sit.”
“Sir?” She blinked, her stomach twisting.
“Sit,” he repeated, nodding to the stool beside him.
“You eat with me tonight.”
Her mouth went dry.
This wasn’t in Julian’s note.
She hesitated, but his gaze darkened, a silent command she couldn’t defy. She perched on the edge of the stool, knees pressed tight, feeling small next to his towering frame.
He sliced into the steak, the knife glinting, and held a piece to her lips.
“Open.”
Her heart stopped.
Her fingers trembling.
She parted her lips, trembling, and the meat hit her tongue—warm, rich, overwhelming.
His eyes never left hers, a predator savoring his catch.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and the words sank into her, coiling low and tight.
She didn’t know what she’d stepped into.
Not yet.
But as Nicholas Volkov leaned closer, his knee brushing hers under the counter, she knew one thing: she wasn’t just a maid.
She was his.
And he wasn’t letting go.
...Serene’s POV Stella led the way to a sleek apartment building, the glass facade gleaming but falling short of that of a penthouse like Nicholas’s.Stella walked with her signature confidence to the desk to retrieve a small bag she’d arranged to have waiting, a detail that left me quietly impressed by her friend’s meticulous planning. With a quick nod to the receptionist, Stella guided me toward the elevators, her red knee-high boots clicking assertively against the floor.A feeling of confusion tugged at me. The party was going to be here? As the elevator doors slid shut, cocooning them in the mirrored interior, Stella turned to me with a mischievous grin. “Take the hoodie off,” she instructed, her voice brimming with excitement.My eyes widened, a mix of amusement and apprehension flickering across my face. Here? In the elevator? I was taken aback. “Now?” I asked, clutching the oversized gray hoodie that had been my shield. I was baffled at her bold words. Before I could p
...Serene’s POV “Wear this,” Stella said, tossing the hoodie toward me with a playful smirk.I quickly caught it, my brow furrowing in confusion as I held the soft fabric up, examining it as if it held some hidden clue. “Why?” I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. Why did she want me to dress like that when she wanted me to cover up with a hoodie and that too for the party we were going to. The hoodie was cozy, something I’d wear for a quiet night of studying, not for a bold night out. My eyes widened and searched Stella’s face for answers.Stella leaned in close, her blonde hair brushing against my shoulder as she whispered, “Because they shouldn’t know that.” Her voice was low, conspiratorial, and carried a weight that made my heart stutter. Stella’s gaze flicked toward the door, as if ensuring no one could overhear, before she straightened, her smirk widening.Was she hiding it even from her own fiancé? My eyes widened slightly, a mix of shock and realization dawning
...Serene’s POV I was sitting, cross-legged on a the soft cream rug, my books and notes splayed across the coffee table that only I could navigate. My dark hair falling over my shoulders, the strands catching the light in a way that made them shimmer like polished obsidian, framing my face as I adjusted my glasses. My brow furrowed in concentration. It was my one of the important assignment and the deadline was near than ever and I had to work hard for it. A highlighter rested between my fingers, and my lips moved faintly as I mouthed the words on the page, utterly absorbed in my studies. I had less time and the revision was much. The faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen, where Rufus was preparing lunch, provided a comforting backdrop, the scent of herbs and simmering sauce drifting through the air. Nicholas Volkov had left for a meeting hours ago, and I had been home since morning, the clock on the wall ticking toward 1 p.m.The quiet rhythm of my focus was disturbed by
...AUTHOR’s POV The shower was a merciless torrent, each icy droplet a stinging rebuke against Nicholas’s bare skin, sliding over the taut planes of his shoulders, chest, and down the hard ridges of his abdomen. The cold water poured over him, pooling at his feet before swirling down the drain, yet it did nothing to douse the inferno raging within. He was standing Naked under the relentless spray, his cock stood painfully erect, a throbbing testament to the thoughts he couldn’t banish. Serene. Her name was a pulse in his blood, her image a relentless phantom—those wide, unguarded eyes that seemed to see through him, the soft curve of her lips that begged to be claimed, the way her innocence was both a shield and a siren’s call. He could not get her out of his mind and it seemed hard for a man… like Nicholas Volkov which was shocking. He clenched his eyes shut, chest heaving with ragged breaths, each inhale a battle against the tidal wave of desire threatening to pull him und
...Serene’s POV I was sitting on the edge of his massive mahogany desk, my naked body trembling, my skin flushed with a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.My legs were spread wide, held open by Nicholas’s commanding presence between them, his tailored shirt now clinging to his frame, damp with my previous release. The vibrator buried deep inside of me buzzed relentlessly, its medium setting sending shockwaves through my core, making my walls to clench tightly around it. My eyes rolled back and my knuckles turning white. My pussy was soaking, my juices glistening on my thighs, the desk, and Nicholas’s hand, a testament to the intensity of the moment. I blushed hard seeing him soaked with my juices but He did not seem to hate it …… either. I whimpered, my voice was broken, desperate sound as I gripped Nicholas’s arm, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, anchoring myself against the onslaught of sensation. The vibration was too much to bear. The previous or
...Serene’s POV I was sitting on the edge of Nicholas Volkov’s desk, my legs were dangling, the cool surface grounding me as my heart raced. Nicholas sat in his high-backed leather chair, his piercing gaze fixed on me, his presence as commanding as the empire he controlled. So intense and so dominating. His shirt hugged his broad shoulders, the top button of his shirt undone, revealing a hint of the strength beneath. His eyes, dark and unyielding, roamed over me with an intensity that made my skin prickle and my breath catching in my throat.My cheeks were flushed, the heat spreading down my neck as I felt the weight of his stare. The atmosphere had changed completely and it made my body to feel small and timid. My hands nervously gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together, the movement subtle but not unnoticed. Nicholas’s lips curved into a faint, predatory smirk, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade
...Serene’s POV I was sitting, curled on the plush couch, my arms wrapped around my legs and my chin resting on my knees. My eyes stared out of the window, staring at the busy city. The view was breathtaking, but my mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, each one heavier than the last. Nicholas had rewritten my world with his new rules: eat everyday, whenever he wants with him, dressing like a girl in love, acting as if they were lovers. The weight of his expectations pressed down on me, a constant reminder of the contract that bound me to him—and the mission for Julian I was failing. I did not know why he was doing this all. He needed a maid and he suddenly replaced me but kept me here. But for what? I sighed, my breath shaky and my heart aching with loneliness.My eyes drifted to the kitchen, where Rufus moved with quiet efficiency, preparing dinner. His light brown hair fell over his forehead, his hazel eyes focused on his task. He’d replaced me as Nicholas’s worker, but we h
...Author’s POV The penthouse living room was silent, its sleek marble floors and towering windows reflecting the city’s glittering skyline. But for Serene who was perched on the edge of the plush leather couch, it was a gilded cage, the air thick with tension. Her shoulders were hunched, her head hung low, her fingers trembling in her lap as she braced for Nicholas’s wrath. His gaze, sharp and unrelenting, bore into her from across the room, where he sat with his legs crossed, one arm draped casually over the back of his chair. The silence was suffocating, each tick of the clock amplifying her dread. She knew he was angry—his eyes, usually a stormy gray, now burned with a quiet fury that made her stomach churn. She knew it was all her fault last night. She let her emotions take over and ruined his plan. Refusing to meet his gaze, she stared at her hands, her heart pounding as she waited for the explosion. She did not want to die. Not yet. A voice broke the silence, steady
...Author’s POV She curled up in Nicholas’s lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder, seeking solace in the man she feared most. What was happening?The encounter with Julian in the hallway—his chilling threat, his reminder of the deadly consequences of failure—had shattered her fragile composure. She could not seem to hold herself together. Her heart raced, tears pricking her eyes as she clung to Nicholas, his steady warmth the only anchor in her storm.“T-Take me h-home,” she stuttered, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with desperation.Nicholas’s heart clenched, a rare pang of something unfamiliar tightening his chest. Home. She’d called his penthouse home, claiming it as her own in her moment of vulnerability. The word stirred something deep within him—possession, yes, but also a flicker of protectiveness he hadn’t expected. Christian and Stella exchanged worried glances, Stella’s voice cutting through the silence. “Serene, wh
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