Used by the Arrogant Billionaire Enemies to Lovers Erotica
The digital clock on the mahogany wall of the executive suite clicked over to 11:42 PM, its faint red glow casting long shadows across the glass expanse of the conference table.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline was a glittering grid of light, but inside the room, the atmosphere was thick, suffocating, and entirely volatile.
Dominic Vance stood at the head of the table, his broad shoulders squared, his expensive charcoal suit jacket discarded hours ago.
His crisp white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal thick, vein-ridged forearms dusted with dark hair.
At thirty-eight, Dominic possessed the kind of massive, athletic frame and unyielding presence that commanded immediate compliance in any boardroom.
He was a man used to absolute control, a billionaire real estate mogul who crushed opposition with a single, calculated look.
But tonight, he was meeting his match, and it was driving him absolutely insane.
Sienna Brooks sat directly across from him, her laptop open, her dark eyes flashing with a fierce, brilliant defiance that made Dominic’s blood boil.
At twenty-four, she was the youngest corporate strategist the board had ever hired, a sharp-tongued, fiercely independent woman who refused to back down from his imposing size or his ruthless reputation.
For three weeks, they had been locked in a brutal negotiation over the acquisition of a prime downtown corridor, trading sharp insults and corporate barbs across the table.
"The numbers don't lie, Dominic," Sienna said, her voice a smooth, confident purr that vibrated right through his skin.
She leaned back in her leather chair, crossing her long, slender legs, her high heels catching the dim light.
"Your valuation of the sector is inflated by twelve percent. If the board signs off on your terms, they’re bleeding capital by Q3. I’m not approving the signature until you adjust the baseline."
"You're out of your depth, Sienna," Dominic growled, his deep, gravelly baritone dropping into a low, dangerous register.
He leaned forward, slamming his large, calloused palms flat against the polished wood of the table, towering over her.
"I built this empire while you were still analyzing case studies in college. That twelve percent is a calculated risk for the zoning expansion. I don't adjust my terms for a mouthy strategist who thinks a degree gives her the right to dictate my business."
"Then your business is arrogant, and so are you," Sienna shot back, rising to her feet to meet his gaze.
She stood a foot shorter than him, her petite, golden-skinned frame dwarfed by his sheer mass, but her jaw was set in a hard, unyielding line.
"You're so used to everyone bowing down to your money that you can't handle a woman who looks you in the eye and tells you no."
"You think I care about your opinion?" Dominic stepped around the table, his movements predatory, heavy, and entirely deliberate.
He closed the distance between them until he was standing bare inches away from her, his towering height forcing her to tilt her head back to look at him.
The scent of his expensive cologne, mixed with the raw, heavy pheromones of his anger, washed over her.
"You’ve been pushing my buttons for twenty-one days, Sienna. Interrupting my presentations. Questioning my data. Looking at me like you want to tear me apart."
"Maybe I do," Sienna whispered, her breath coming in short, shallow pants.
The anger between them was palpable, a physical weight in the quiet room, but as they stood chest-to-chest, the nature of that rage underwent a sudden, violent mutation.
Sienna’s eyes dropped for a fraction of a second to Dominic’s mouth, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip.
Dominic caught the movement, his chest heaving as his jaw clenched so hard the muscles along his neck tightened into thick wires.
The raw, suffocating reality of what they actually wanted shattered the corporate mask completely.
They didn't just hate each other's arrogance; they were both completely, desperately horny for each other.
The friction of their professional rivalry had been generating a white-hot sexual tension for weeks, and right now, the fuse had burned down to the absolute absolute edge.
"You're shaking, Sienna," Dominic murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, rough vibration that made her inner thighs instantly ache.
His gaze swept down her body, noting the way her tight silk blouse rose and fell rapidly over her high, firm breasts.
"Is that anger, or are you finally realizing how badly you want me to put you in your place?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Vance," she panted, though she didn't step back. Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. "You think because you're bigger than me, you can intimidate me into submission?"
"I don't need to intimidate you. Your body is already giving me everything I need to know," Dominic growled.
He reached down, his large, heavy hand wrapping around her slender waist with a firm, possessive grip.
The heat of his palm burned through her silk blouse, anchoring her body flush against his hard thighs.
Sienna gasped, her hands automatically coming up to grip his broad shoulders.
Her fingers dug deep into the expensive fabric of his shirt, feeling the thick, rock-hard muscles beneath.
The feeling of his massive frame pressing against her made a sudden, intense knot of pure desire tighten instantly in her lower belly.
Her pussy gave a violent, liquid throb, a heavy bead of her natural lubrication weeping out of her tight pink lips, soaking into her lace panties.
"Dominic..." she whispered, her voice losing its corporate sharpness, melting into a ragged, breathless plea. "We shouldn't. Someone could come back to the floor."
"The floor is empty, Sienna. We're entirely alone," Dominic said, his dark eyes dilated with an intense, obsessive hunger as he looked down at her flushed face.
He leaned his head down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin right beneath her ear, making her shudder.
"Look at me. Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to strip you bare on this desk."
Sienna tilted her head back, fully exposing the long line of her throat to his mouth. The sheer size gap between them, the raw power he exuded, completely consumed her defenses. She didn't want to fight him anymore; she wanted to be conquered by him.
"Yes," Sienna choked out, her eyes locking onto his with absolute, enthusiastic consent. "Yes, Dominic. Touch me. I'm so fucking horny for you I can barely breathe. Strip me."
Dominic let out a low, animalistic growl at her admission, the sound tearing from the depths of his chest as his own stamina was pushed straight to the brink.
His iron-hard, dark-veined cock gave a violent, stubborn throb against his zipper, ready to break free.
He hooked his large hands under her thighs, lifting her effortless frame onto the edge of the massive mahogany conference table, scattering her files and laptop to the floor with a loud, chaotic crash.
The war was over, and the raw, explicit heat of the bed had officially begun.
The sound of the laptop crashing onto the hardwood floor echoed through the vast, empty executive suite, but neither of them cared.
The corporate world, the disputed contract, the twelve percent valuation deficit—all of it was instantly incinerated by the raw, suffocating heat radiating between their bodies.
Sienna sat on the edge of the polished mahogany table, her breathing ragged, her high heels dangling off the side as Dominic stepped between her knees, his massive, athletic frame completely blocking out the rest of the room.
Dominic stood over her, his chest heaving under his unbuttoned white dress shirt.
His dark eyes were completely dilated, the irises turned near-black with an intense, predatory focus.
He reached down, his large, calloused hands gripping her knees, his thumbs digging firmly into her soft skin as he parted her thighs wide, forcing her to fully open her lower body to his gaze.
"You've got a remarkably loud mouth in the boardroom, Sienna," Dominic growled, his deep, gravelly baritone vibrating in the quiet room. "You love to stand up in front of the directors and tell me exactly how to run my empire. But right now, you look completely helpless."
"I am not helpless," Sienna panted, her voice a defiant, breathless lash despite the fact that her body was trembling uncontrollably under his dominant gaze.
She reached forward, her fingers trembling as she hooked them into the collar of his dress shirt, yanking him downward until his lips were bare inches from hers.
"I told you to strip me, Dominic. Stop talking and use those big hands to take what you’ve been staring at for the last three weeks."
A low, dangerous chuckle tore from Dominic’s throat at her fierce, unwavering demand.
The psychological rush of her absolute, enthusiastic surrender—matched with her refusal to let her proud spirit be broken—hit his groin like a physical blow.
His iron-hard, dark-veined cock gave a violent, stubborn pulse against his zipper, throbbing so heavily it sent a wave of white-hot heat straight to his brain.
"As you wish, strategist," Dominic whispered roughly.
He didn't hesitate. He grabbed the front of her expensive silk blouse with both hands and pulled outward with a firm, unyielding strength.
Rip.
The delicate pearl buttons tore away from the fabric, scattering across the mahogany table like tiny glass beads.
Dominic shoved the silk off her slender shoulders, pinning her arms back as he bared her upper body to the cool air of the executive suite.
Sienna let out a sharp gasp, her back arching instinctively off the table as her breasts were fully exposed.
She wasn't wearing a full bra—only a sheer, black lace bralette that did absolutely nothing to hide the tight, swollen contour of her breasts.
Her nipples were already rock-hard, dark pink peaks pushing stubbornly against the delicate lace, aching for the friction of his touch.