Chapter 18: Office Games

The Velvet Lounge attack had propelled Enzo back into the heart of his empire, forcing him to reassess everything he thought he knew about power, loyalty, and desire. The following morning, he dragged Selene to one of his fortified downtown offices, a sleek glass tower that loomed over the Chicago River like a sentinel of dominance. Selene wore a tight black dress, chosen by Enzo to accentuate her curves, with no panties beneath. The silver chain that usually adorned her ankle had been replaced by a discreet tracker bracelet, a constant reminder of her captivity and the precarious balance of power between them. "Behave," he commanded in the private elevator, his voice low and infused with danger. "One wrong move and I'll bend you over the table in front of all of them."

Selene glared at her own reflection in the steel doors, silver eyes flashing with defiance. She hated the way her body responded to him, how even the threat sent a surge of heat through her. She clenched her fists, fighting for control, determined not to let him see how easily he could unravel her. The bond they shared throbbed, still raw from the claiming in the forest and the tension with Damien, the vampire lord whose presence loomed like a specter over them.

When they entered the conference room, the atmosphere shifted. Six of Enzo's most dangerous captains filled the long obsidian table, expressions hardening as Selene stepped inside, the unmistakable scent of a Silverfang trailing her. Their gazes lingered, some with curiosity, others with thinly veiled suspicion, as if trying to decipher the true nature of her relationship with Enzo.

Enzo pulled out the chair at the head of the table and yanked Selene onto his lap without a word. His hand rested possessively on her thigh, hidden beneath the tablecloth, a silent assertion of possession. She bristled, but the sensation of his touch sent a shiver up her spine. Part of her wanted to push him away, but another, darker part ached for it.

"Continue," he ordered.

The meeting commenced with discussions of shipments, territory disputes, and retaliation plans. Strategies and numbers flew across the table as Enzo's fingers began a slow, deliberate exploration up Selene's thigh, teasingly close to where she craved him most. Her pulse raced. She tried to focus on the conversation, but every touch blurred her thoughts, making it almost impossible to concentrate on anything but the way he manipulated her body.

She stiffened, caught between the chaos of the meeting and the electric pleasure coursing through her. His fingers found her bare pussy, stroking through her slick folds. Selene bit her lip, fighting to maintain her silence as pleasure coiled tightly in her stomach. Every nerve ending sizzled, shame and excitement burning equally bright.

Enzo's tone remained steady as he pushed two thick fingers inside her. She was soaked, the wet sound barely a murmur beneath the drone of business, but to her heightened senses, it was deafening. Tremors of pleasure shot through her, forcing her to grip the edge of the table. She prayed no one would notice the tremble in her hands, or the way her breath came a little too fast.

One of the captains spoke about supply routes when Enzo added a third finger. Selene's breath hitched, urgency flooding her body. She fought to keep her composure, desperately suppressing the moan building within her. She told herself she hated him, that she despised the control he had over her, but her body answered him with raw need.

"Stay quiet, little wolf," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Or everyone here will know just how wet you get for your enemy."

His thumb found her clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles. Her hips jerked involuntarily, a primal response she couldn't control. The bond between them fed him her desperation, making his desire throb harshly against her. She felt the ache of his arousal pressed against her, hidden but unmistakable.

The minutes dragged on, stretching into eternity. Enzo's relentless touch brought her to the edge three times, only to pull back before she found release. Each time, the tension coiled tighter within her, frustration mixing with want. She wondered if this was his way of reminding her who was in control, or if he was as tormented by the bond as she was.

As the captains finished their business, Selene was left trembling, dripping with need, ready to unleash her fury on Enzo. Her mind raced, torn between humiliation and anticipation, desperate for relief.

The second the door closed, he stood, bent her over the conference table, and shoved her dress up to her waist.

"You fucking tease," Selene snarled, even as she pushed her ass back against him, craving the punishment she knew he'd deliver. She told herself it was about reclaiming power, about showing she could take whatever he gave.

Enzo freed his thick cock, slamming into her with one brutal thrust that stole her breath. Selene cried out, the sound echoing in the empty room, a mix of pain and pleasure that left her dizzy. He fucked her hard and fast, hips snapping against her ass. Each thrust seemed to drive his claim deeper, as if he could brand her with his touch.

"You loved it," he growled, fisting her hair tightly. "Being fingered in front of my men. Knowing they could smell how turned on you were."

Selene moaned loudly, pushing back to meet each savage thrust. "I hate you," she gasped, though the words felt hollow against the pleasure surging through her. Deep down, she knew she was losing herself to him, to the bond, to the wild hunger that flared between them.

Enzo laughed darkly, his fingers racing to rub her clit. "Then come while you hate me."

With a broken scream, she shattered around him, her body clenching violently as pleasure washed over her. Enzo followed moments later, his knot swelling and locking deep inside her, flooding her with thick ropes of cum.

They remained entwined over the table, breathless and still, the aftermath of their passion hanging heavy in the air. Selene tried to steady her heartbeat, her mind whirling. What kind of madness had they unleashed between them? Was this desire a curse or the only thing keeping her sane?

But the bond, insatiable, wasn't finished.

Neither was Enzo.

He ground their connection deeper, making her whimper. "We're not done yet, little wolf. The next meeting starts in thirty minutes."

Selene's silver eyes widened in horror and dark anticipation. She was acutely aware of the clock ticking in the background; their time was limited, yet the hunger between them was far from sated. She wondered if she would ever regain control, or if she even wanted to.

"Enzo," she panted, her body still trembling. "What if someone walks in?"

He chuckled, a low, possessive sound that reverberated through her. "Then they'll see exactly how I take what's mine."

The heat in his gaze ignited a fire in her belly, transforming her apprehension into excitement. The day had only just begun, and the power dynamics between them shifted like the tides, revealing uncharted territory filled with both peril and desire.

As they prepared for the next meeting, Selene felt a mixture of awe and trepidation at the man Enzo was becoming and the depths of her own desires awakening alongside him. She ran a finger along the edge of the table, as if committing the moment to memory, both a warning and a promise.

"Let's give them a show," she said, a wicked smile curling on her lips.

Enzo's gaze darkened with intrigue, and as he adjusted his suit jacket, he faced her fully. "Oh, little wolf, you have no idea what you're asking for."

With a single glance, they both knew the dance of power was beginning.