Owned By The Don

Chapter 3: Signed in Sin

The contract lay on the wide desk like a death sentence written in elegant black ink.

Cassandra sat rigidly in the leather chair, still completely naked from the inspection. Her skin still burned everywhere Damien’s eyes had touched her. The cool air of the study teased her hardened n*****s and the shameful wetness between her thighs.

Damien lounged across from her like a king, one ankle crossed over his knee, steel-gray eyes locked on her face. Marco stood silently to the side as witness.

“Read every clause,” Damien said, voice smooth and commanding. “Once you sign, there is no escape. You will be my wife in every way that matters for one full year.”

Cassandra forced her eyes down to the document. Her hands shook as she scanned the words.

Clause 1: Cassandra Briggs agrees to live exclusively with Damien Vale for twelve months.

Clause 2: She will serve as his legal and physical wife, s****l service, obedience, and public presentation required.

Clause 3: The $4.8 million debt will be erased only upon full completion of the term.

Clause 4: Physical discipline, restraint, marking, and any s****l use are expressly permitted.

Clause 5: Any attempt to contact the outside world, flee, or refuse Damien’s demands will result in severe punishment.

There were more pages detailing everything from daily inspections to permanent marks.

Tears pricked her eyes, but she picked up the pen.

She signed.

Cassandra Briggs.

The moment the ink dried, something inside her shattered.

Damien signed next with a bold flourish, then slid the papers to Marco. “File it. Leave us.”

The door clicked shut.

Damien rose slowly and circled the desk. He stopped behind her chair, large hands settling on her bare shoulders. His thumbs pressed into her tense muscles as he leaned down, lips brushing her ear.

“You just sold your body to the devil, little librarian,” he murmured. “Brave but foolish.”

His hands slid down, cupping her breasts from behind. Cassandra gasped as he pinched her n*****s hard, rolling them between his fingers until she whimpered.

“Stand up.”

She obeyed on shaky legs. Damien turned her to face him, then pushed her back until her hips hit the edge of the desk.

“Sit. Spread your legs.”

Cassandra’s face burned with humiliation as she perched on the cool wood and opened her thighs. Damien stepped between them, his powerful body caging her in.

“ He growled, staring down at her glistening folds. “Already dripping for your new owner.”

He unzipped his slacks and freed his thick, heavy c**k. It was long, veined, and already leaking at the tip. Cassandra’s eyes widened in fear and shameful fascination.

Damien fisted himself once, then rubbed the swollen head up and down her soaked slit.

“Beg me to f**k you,” he ordered, voice dark.

“ I can’t” she whispered.

He slapped her c**t lightly with his c**k. “Beg. Or I’ll edge you all night and leave you empty.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks. Her body burned with need despite everything.

“Please f**k me, Damien,” she choked out. “Please take me.”

With one brutal thrust, Damien buried himself halfway inside her tight heat.

Cassandra screamed at the burning stretch. He was too big, too thick. He gripped her hips and pushed deeper, forcing every inch into her until he bottomed out.

“f**k so goddamn tight,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Your virgin p***y is choking my cock.”

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a hard, punishing rhythm that rocked the heavy desk. Each thrust forced a broken cry from her throat.

Damien wrapped one hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her head spin while his other hand reached between them to rub her swollen c**t.

“Look at me while I ruin you,” he snarled.

Cassandra forced her tear-filled eyes open. Damien’s face was raw lust, the charming mask completely gone. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, the wet, obscene sounds of their f*****g filling the study.

“You feel that?” he rasped, bottoming out with every stroke. “This cunt is mine now. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” she sobbed. “My cunt is yours”

Damien pinched her c**t hard. “Come for me. Come on the c**k that just bought you.”

The orgasm crashed over her violently. Elena screamed, her walls clamping down around his thick length as pleasure ripped through her body. Damien groaned, thrusting harder through her spasms before burying himself deep and flooding her with hot, thick ropes of c*m.

He stayed inside her as they both came down, forehead pressed to hers, breathing ragged.

After a long moment, he pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his c*m leaked from her freshly f****d p***y onto the expensive desk.

Damien tucked himself away and pulled her against his chest, almost tenderly stroking her hair.

“Lesson one is complete,” he whispered against her ear. “You take my c**k so beautifully, Cassandra. But we’re only getting started.”

He kissed her forehead, then stepped back with that charming, dangerous smile returning to his lips.

“Welcome to the rest of your life, little wife.”

Cassandra sat there on the desk, legs still spread, c*m dripping down her thighs, heart shattered and body already aching for more.

She had signed her soul away.

And the devil had just taken his first payment.