...Serene’s POV My eyes fluttered open, my body sinking into the plush cushions of a couch. I blinked, taking in the dim elegance of Nicholas’s office. I was still here.A sharp gasp escaped me as memories crashed in—I’d passed out at his desk, overwhelmed, vulnerable. My cheeks blazed with embarrassment, the heat searing my skin. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I sat up slowly, my gaze flicking to the desk. Empty. No one there. I exhaled, relief washing over me. I could not look in his eyes for a few days now after I just decided to pass out on his desk. But the air felt thick, alive with a presence that made my pulse spike. My heart thudded as I sensed someone close. Turning my head, I froze. Nicholas lounged on the adjacent couch, his head tipped back, eyes closed, as if savoring a private moment. His legs were spread wide, thighs straining against his tailored pants, exuding raw, unapologetic dominance. He looked so big and dominating. My heart raced as I clutched the b
...Serene’s POV The mirror in my room reflected a vision I barely recognized. The black dress hugged my curves like a second skin, its high neckline lending an air of elegance while the fit and tight skirt accentuated my delicate frame. My dark hair cascaded in soft waves, and a touch of makeup highlighted my wide, nervous eyes. For a second, I could not tell if it was really me. Dressed in such luxury. I could say I looked beautiful—stunning, even—but the sight only tightened the knot in my stomach. I was not getting dressed for myself. It was an order. This wasn’t my choice; Nicholas Volkov had ordered me to dress for a dinner, and the weight of his command pressed down on me like a storm cloud. I gently smoothed the dress with trembling hands, my heart racing as I prepared to face him.My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as I stepped out of the room, each step echoing my growing dread. I took a deep breath to clam my racing heart. The living room loomed ahead
...Serene’s POV The restaurant just shook me. My eyes trailed every decor, every minor detail. Such a gorgeous building. I’d never seen such a place—not even in photos, not in the fleeting fantasies I’d once indulged before reality taught me to stop dreaming. I did it belong here and that’s why dreaming was not for me. Nicholas stepped out first, a vision of dark allure in a tailored black shirt and pants, the fabric accentuating his muscular frame. He looked like a vampire , his figure glowing under the moonlight. A single strand of dark hair fell roguishly over his forehead, and his piercing gray eyes locked onto me, making my pulse race. My chest tightened. His one glance was enough to fuck my mind up. He offered his hand, and I hesitated, my heart a frantic drumbeat. Placing my hand in his felt like giving my whole to him willingly and I did not want that. I did not want to lose my freedom …… entirely. Calm down, I told myself, forcing a deep breath before placing my trem
...Serene’s POV I was sitting across from Stella, my heart lighter than it had been in weeks as the conversation flowed. It’s been a while since I had a carefree and a proper conversation with someone. Stella’s vibrant energy filled the space, her stories about her Paris fashion show and her latest designs spilling out with infectious enthusiasm which made me smile. She was happy in her life and her happiness dripped with every word she spoke while I listened. A genuine feeling of comfort filling my veins. It’s so good to have someone to talk to. My responses were short, timid, my voice low with the weight of my nerves, but there were moments when my passion for art and design broke through. I told her of my sketches, my love for blending textures in my paintings, and Stella’s eyes lit up, drawing me out further. Each time serene’s voice gained confidence, Nicholas’s gaze lingered, his gray eyes tracing her with a quiet intensity that sent warmth curling through her. His appr
...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
...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
...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
...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
...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
...Serene’s POV I was sitting across from Stella, my heart lighter than it had been in weeks as the conversation flowed. It’s been a while since I had a carefree and a proper conversation with someone. Stella’s vibrant energy filled the space, her stories about her Paris fashion show and her latest designs spilling out with infectious enthusiasm which made me smile. She was happy in her life and her happiness dripped with every word she spoke while I listened. A genuine feeling of comfort filling my veins. It’s so good to have someone to talk to. My responses were short, timid, my voice low with the weight of my nerves, but there were moments when my passion for art and design broke through. I told her of my sketches, my love for blending textures in my paintings, and Stella’s eyes lit up, drawing me out further. Each time serene’s voice gained confidence, Nicholas’s gaze lingered, his gray eyes tracing her with a quiet intensity that sent warmth curling through her. His appr
...Serene’s POV The restaurant just shook me. My eyes trailed every decor, every minor detail. Such a gorgeous building. I’d never seen such a place—not even in photos, not in the fleeting fantasies I’d once indulged before reality taught me to stop dreaming. I did it belong here and that’s why dreaming was not for me. Nicholas stepped out first, a vision of dark allure in a tailored black shirt and pants, the fabric accentuating his muscular frame. He looked like a vampire , his figure glowing under the moonlight. A single strand of dark hair fell roguishly over his forehead, and his piercing gray eyes locked onto me, making my pulse race. My chest tightened. His one glance was enough to fuck my mind up. He offered his hand, and I hesitated, my heart a frantic drumbeat. Placing my hand in his felt like giving my whole to him willingly and I did not want that. I did not want to lose my freedom …… entirely. Calm down, I told myself, forcing a deep breath before placing my trem
...Serene’s POV The mirror in my room reflected a vision I barely recognized. The black dress hugged my curves like a second skin, its high neckline lending an air of elegance while the fit and tight skirt accentuated my delicate frame. My dark hair cascaded in soft waves, and a touch of makeup highlighted my wide, nervous eyes. For a second, I could not tell if it was really me. Dressed in such luxury. I could say I looked beautiful—stunning, even—but the sight only tightened the knot in my stomach. I was not getting dressed for myself. It was an order. This wasn’t my choice; Nicholas Volkov had ordered me to dress for a dinner, and the weight of his command pressed down on me like a storm cloud. I gently smoothed the dress with trembling hands, my heart racing as I prepared to face him.My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as I stepped out of the room, each step echoing my growing dread. I took a deep breath to clam my racing heart. The living room loomed ahead