Claimed By The Billionaire CEO

The Inspection

Arthur Sterling stepped fully into the penthouse office, his polished leather shoes clicking sharply against the marble floor. The heavy dossier in his hand bore the seal of Sterling Enterprises’ internal oversight committee.

"I don't recall approving a sudden marriage on the eve of a proxy vote, Damian," Arthur said, his eyes narrowing as he scanned Ivy from head to toe. He took in her flushed cheeks, her slightly swollen lips, and the subtle tremor in her hands. "The board is... skeptical, to say the least. A sudden engagement to an indebted family's daughter looks less like romance and more like a desperate strategic stunt to secure your seat."

Ivy felt Damian’s fingers dig into her waist, possessive and steady. The terror of her situation spiked, but her survival instincts kicked in faster. If Arthur proved this marriage was a sham, Damian would lose his company, and her family’s seventy-two million dollar debt would immediately be called in, destroying her life instantly.

Before Damian could speak, Ivy took a step forward, leaning her head against Damian’s shoulder with a sharp, practicing smile.

"Mr. Sterling," Ivy said, her voice steady and smooth despite the wet heat still humming between her thighs. "If Damian wanted a strategic stunt, he could have picked an heiress with a fortune of her own. He chose me because he doesn't answer to your committee's expectations—and because we've been keeping this private until we were ready."

Arthur raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused. "A charming speech, Miss Monroe. But words mean nothing to the board. We’ve mandated a full ninety-day cohabitation compliance audit. An independent firm will be monitoring your residence, your joint schedules, and your shared living arrangements. If there is even a hint that this is a contract arrangement, the vote moves forward immediately."

You're wasting your time, Arthur," Damian snapped, his voice dropping into a dangerous, icy register. "Get out of my office before I have security escort you off the property."

"I'm leaving," Arthur said, tossing a thick envelope onto the obsidian desk. "The auditors arrive at your estate tomorrow morning at seven. I hope your... devotion... holds up under scrutiny."

With a cold glance, Arthur turned on his heel and walked back into the private elevator. The frosted glass doors closed, leaving a heavy, suffocating silence in the room.

Ivy immediately tried to pull back, but Damian’s grip around her waist tightened like an iron band. He spun her around, pinning her body flat against the desk once more.

"You played your part well," Damian growled, his gray eyes flashing with an dark, dangerous intensity. "But don't think for a second that excuses your attitude earlier."

"I did what I had to do to protect my end of the deal," Ivy panted, her chest heaving against his chest. "Now let me go. I need to pack my things."

"You aren't going anywhere near your old life," Damian murmured, leaning down until his lips hovered a breath away from hers. "My car is waiting downstairs. Your belongings are already being transferred to Sterling Manor. And as of five minutes ago, your old life is officially over."

An hour later, the sleek black limousine pulled up the winding drive of Sterling Manor, a massive, secluded estate hidden behind high stone walls and iron gates.

Damian led Ivy through the towering double doors, dismissing the household staff with a sharp wave of his hand. He dragged her up the grand staircase, through a set of double mahogany doors, and into his massive private master suite.

The room was dominated by a king-sized bed lined with charcoal silk sheets, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark estate grounds.

"This is it," Ivy said, turning to him with her arms crossed over her chest. "One bedroom. But I expect boundaries, Damian."

Damian didn't answer. He locked the heavy master doors behind them, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and tossed it onto a chair. He slowly unknotted his silk tie, his eyes locked onto her like a predator tracking prey.

"Boundaries?" Damian echoed, stepping into her personal space until she was forced back against the edge of the massive bed. "You signed a contract that says we convince the world—and Arthur's auditors—that we can't keep our hands off each other. That starts now."

Before she could speak, Damian grabbed her by the back of her neck and yanked her into a deep, aggressive French kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth, claiming her completely, tasting her with a fierce, possessive hunger that made her knees buckle.

Ivy let out a soft gasp into his mouth, her hands instinctively grabbing his broad shoulders for balance as a hot, electrifying rush swept through her body.

Damian didn't slow down. He unzipped her dress with one swift pull, sliding the silk fabric off her shoulders until it pooled at her ankles. He backed her up onto the bed, pinning her wrists above her head with one large hand while his dark gray eyes raked over her bare body, clad only in her lace panties.

"You are f*****g breathtaking," Damian growled, his voice thick with raw lust.

He leaned down, grabbing her t**s with his free hand, squeezing the soft flesh hard before taking her erect n****e straight into his mouth. Ivy arched her back with a sharp, loud moan as he began sucking her t**s aggressively, his tongue swirling over the peak while his teeth grazed the sensitive tip.

"Damian—ah!" Ivy cried out, her fingers tightening around his wrist as the sensation shot straight down between her legs.

"Say my name again," Damian commanded, moving his mouth to her other breast, sucking her n****e hard until she was squirming frantically beneath him.

He released her wrists, sliding his hand down her flat stomach and aggressively grabbing her ass, pulling her hips flush up against his hard, throbbed length through his trousers. Ivy spread her legs wider instinctually, her hips arching to meet his pressure as a desperate ache swelled inside her.

Damian ripped off her lace panties, exposing her wet, swollen core to the cool air of the bedroom. Without waiting, he slid two thick fingers straight inside her, driving deep into her tight, dripping heat.

Ivy gasped out loud, her head throwing back against the silk pillows as he began fingering her with a hard, fast, relentless pace. The wet, slick sound of his fingers pumping inside her filled the quiet master suite.

"Look at how tight you are for me," Damian growled against her throat, his thumb working her c**t in hard, fast circles while his fingers drove deep into her wet passage. "You want to negotiate? Beg for it."

"f**k you... Damian, please!" Ivy choked out, her hands clawing at his back as the intense wave of pleasure built violently in her gut. Her inner walls clamped down tight around his fingers, her body trembling on the fine edge of a shattering climax.

Damian accelerated his rhythm, his thumb mashing against her c**t until Ivy screamed his name, her body shaking violently as an intense, explosive orgasmic peak slammed through her system, drenching his hand in her wet release.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, licking her wetness off his knuckles as his storm-gray eyes locked onto her dazed, flushed face.

Ivy lay back against the pillows, her breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps as her body slowly came down from the intense high. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, her skin flushed and burning under his dark gaze.

Damian stood up, unbuckling his belt with slow, deliberate precision. He pulled his heavy, fully erect d**k free from his trousers, its thick length throbbing right beside her face as he stepped over her on the bed.

"That was just the warm-up, sweetheart," Damian whispered, his voice dark and dripping with absolute dominance as he grabbed her chin, tilting her face up toward him. "Now get on your knees and put your mouth on it. We have a long night ahead before the auditors get here."