The Billionaire's Sinful Heiress

Chapter 1

“s**t… you’re going deeper” Vivian gasped, her nails digging into the silk sheets as her body arched beneath him.

Sean Daniels grinned. Sean is a tall, broad-shouldered, and unapologetically dominant man. As head of security for Vivian’s fashion empire, he was technically there to protect her—but no one knew he had another, far more personal role. For Vivian, Sean wasn’t just a bodyguard, he was one of her many s*x toys, one of those men who obeyed her whims without question.

“Damn right... just how you like it, princess” he growled, his hand pressing down her p***y as he makes it wetter for his big d**k. “I’m gonna f**k you so good, you won’t know whether to scream or beg me for more.” he said, his voice heavy with hunger.

Golden sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her family's Chicago penthouse, cutting streaks of gold across their tangled bodies. Outside, the city was stirring, traffic buzzing and people rushing helter skelter, oblivious to the storm of lust playing out above them. Vivian let out a low, teasing laugh. “You’re nasty, Sean. I like it.”

He leaned closer, his lips brushing her neck. “You like it? Say that s**t again...” he commanded, as he squeezed her sumptuous breasts with his strong palms, sucking her n*****s.

Immediately, she flipped him over, her fingers trailing along his chest, memorizing the hard planes of muscle she had made her own. “You're nasty and I love it, daddy...” she whispered in her s*x tone, as Sean kept sucking her n*****s. “i don't want you to go easy on me.”

Sean smirked, pressing a deeper kiss to her collarbone as he took control. “I like a good challenge” He murmured, his hand gliding over her ass, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Right there, he began f*****g her in doggy style, like she had begged for—hard, merciless and relentless, just the way Vivian always loved it. She ground against him, lips parting, fingers clutching the sheets as if they were the only thing holding her together. Every thrust drove her closer to the edge, and she couldn’t help but press her lips together, trembling under his divine force. "Daddy, please..." she begged, "You're f*****g me so good, I'm gonna cum."

But Sean didn't stop regardless, he groaned low, f*****g her harder, claiming her with a dominance that made her pulse race. Every stroke was deliberate, igniting a fire she couldn't control. “You asked for this right?...” he groaned, “You want me, don't you?” Vivian arched beneath him, shivers wracking her body. “Yes daddy, please don't stop, you're hitting the spot... right there” she moaned, her voice breaking, screaming in ecstasy as he drove her over the bed edge, making her squirt uncontrollably.

“f**k…” he groaned, with a thick and sinful voice as he reached his limit. He slapped her ass hard enough to leave his fingerprints rising on her cheeks like a brand. A second later, he dropped back onto the bed, his big c**k swinging effortlessly, his face up—catching his breath.

She dragged her fingers through his hair, still catching her own breath too, every inhale was shaky, chest rising and falling as though she ran through a thick forest. “god, you’re big and nasty… exactly what I needed this morning.”

He chuckled under his breath, not bothering to hide the edge in his tone. “Your husband ever make you breathe like this?” he asked. “Or is that just me?” Vivian let out a slow exhale, the aftershocks still humming through her body. But in one blink, her warmth cooled. She dragged a lazy finger down his chest—not affectionate though, more like a warning line drawn with soft nails.

“Sean, please” she muttered, her tone dipping into that familiar bored sweetness. “Don’t ask me stupid questions like that. You’re enjoying this a little too much.” He swallowed, his gaze darkening, but she didn’t give him a chance to speak. She pushed herself off him with effortless grace, sheets slipping away as she rose from the bed. “Vivian…” Sean whispered. She paused at the foot of the bed, glancing over her shoulder.

“It’s Madame Vivian” she corrected lightly, voice sharp as a diamond edge. “Don’t forget your place.” Then she walked away from him—completely unbothered, and back in control.

The penthouse was chaos: champagne bottles rolling on the floor, her dress thrown over a velvet chair, heels scattered like remnants of a war. She reached the bathroom doorway, pausing as her reflection caught the faint morning light. Behind her, Sean sat in the tangled sheets, staring at her but Vivian didn’t care. She flicked her hair over one shoulder, her voice smooth and dismissive.

“You can see yourself out once you're done” she said. “And Sean… don’t confuse this for anything more than what it is...” Then she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft click that sounded more final than a slap.

****

Few minutes later

Vivian burst out of the bathroom in a rush of steam, her hair still dripping wet, towel wrapped quickly around her as she wiped the water from her shoulders. Downstairs, she could hear Sean moving around, probably waiting with the driver to drive her off for the day.

She tossed the damp towel aside, completely naked, then hurried toward her vanity, grabbing lotion, earrings, and everything at once like someone trying to juggle a life that refused to slow down.

She was halfway through wearing her underwear when her phone buzzed loudly on the table. She picked it up, as the name flashed on the screen. Diana.

Diana Reyes, was more than just a voice on the phone—she was Vivian’s best friend, confidante, and the closest thing she had to a moral compass. Petite, sharp, and endlessly organized, Diana doubled as Vivian’s personal assistant and secretary, keeping track of everything from board meetings to fashion line deadlines.

Her phone calls were always urgent and dramatic—because Diana carried Vivian’s chaotic life on her shoulders. But underneath all the yelling and panic, there was loyalty—hopefully, and she had Vivian’s back, even when Vivian made it hard.

“Vivian! Where the hell are you!?” Diana’s voice burst through the phone like an alarm siren. “Everybody is already waiting!” Vivian’s brain froze for a minute. “Wait, everyone? What’s the occasion?” she asked.

“Girl, your father and your stepmother just arrived from London. Apparently, they’re making their way to the company, and your father demanded that every staff and board member wait in the lobby to welcome them. And that includes you…” Diana said.

“Hold up. My father is back? Since when?” Vivian asked, surprise and annoyance blending in her voice.

“I got the email this morning. Vivian, please just show up... for the sake of peace” Diana pleaded.

“f**k me...” Vivian cursed under her breath as she ended the call.