Claimed by Damon voss

CHAPTER 1

Elena screamed with joy as the heavy bass pounded through the club. Her body began to shake because she felt excitement after hearing the music. The tight black dress she wore moved up her legs as she danced. The colorful lights shone on her skin while the alcohol created a pleasant spinning effect in her head.

Her friends laughed and danced beside her. Mia shouted across the space between them because she wanted to reach her friend who danced with her.

“ You need to stop working so many hours for your attractive supervisor. You should enjoy yourself tonight.”

Elena laughed, but her stomach flipped. Six months. Six long months of sitting across from him and taking his sharp orders from his deep commanding voice. Her body reacted against her will because he ordered her to perform tasks. She hated it. She hated him. Or at least she tried to.

“I’m not thinking about him!” she lied while spinning faster. “I’m free tonight!”

The music volume increased. Elena closed her eyes and let her body move. Her body moved in three different ways as her skin shone with sweat. She felt sexy. She felt alive. The beats from the music made her remember Damon.

She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!”

She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest.

“Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger.

Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands.

Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest.

It was him.

Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

“Elena,” he said, voice rough, cutting through the music like a knife. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Her mouth went dry. Her nipples tightened instantly under the thin dress. Between her legs, she felt a rush of wetness.

“I— what are you doing here?” she stammered, trying to step back. His hands stayed on her waist, holding her in place.

“I own this club,” he answered simply. He smiled a dangerous smile that revealed his enjoyment. “You didn’t know?”

Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?”

Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.”

Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled.

She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.”

His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

Elena tried to look indifferent, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy throbbed. She pressed her thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flushed she was.

Damon brought her closer to the VIP ropes as the music played around them, they shared an electrifying connection through their personal space.

“You’ve been teasing me for six months, Elena,” he growled softly. “Your office attire shows off your curves while you bend over my desk. You argue with me because you know it turns me on.”

Her breath hitched. “I do not—”

“Lie to me again and I’ll bend you over right here,” he cut in, eyes dark with hunger.

Elena’s cheeks burned. She lifted her chin, trying to be brave. “You’re my boss. This is inappropriate.”

Damon laughed in a dirty manner lowly. “Inappropriate? Baby, I’ve watched you squeeze your thighs together every time I give you an order. I know you go home and touch that pretty pussy thinking about me.”

She gasped. “Damon!”

“Say it again,” he ordered, pulling her against his hard body. “My name. Just like that.”

The alcohol made her bold. She stared up at him, lips parted. “Damon… you’re an arrogant asshole.”

He smiled like he’d won. “Good girl. Now dance with me.”

He spun her around before she could argue and pressed his body against her back. His big hands settled on her hips. They moved together to the beat. Elena felt his cock press against her ass, which made her realize he was both hard and ready.

“Feel that?” he murmured in her ear, lips brushing her skin. “You make me feel this way every single day at work. My assistant walks around with a dripping cunt and a smart mouth which has given me six months of blue balls.”

Elena moaned softly, the sound lost in the music. “You’re disgusting.”

“You love it,” he shot back, grinding slowly against her. “Tell me the truth. How many times have you fingered yourself thinking about your boss’s cock?”

Her head fell back against his shoulder. “Too many,” she whispered, ashamed and turned on.

“Louder.”

“Too many, Damon! Happy now?”

He laughed darkly and kissed the side of her neck. “Not yet. But I will be.”

They danced for what felt like hours. His hands roamed — sliding up her sides, brushing the underside of her breasts, squeezing her hips. The way he touched her made every part of her body ignite with passion. Elena kept talking, words spilling out because the tension was too much.

“You think you can just own me because you’re rich?” she challenged, breathless.

“I don’t think. I know,” he answered, nipping her earlobe. “You’re mine, Elena. You’ve been mine since the day you walked into my office with that fire in your eyes.”

“I hate you,” she breathed, but she pushed her ass back against him harder.

“You hate how much you want me,” he corrected. His hand slid lower, cupping her pussy over the dress for a second. “Soaked. Just like I thought.”

Elena whined. “Somebody will watch us…”

“Let them watch. Let them see how my assistant melts for me.”

Elena felt tipsy and her face showed red while her body ached so much that she wanted to cry when the club began to empty out. Damon took her hand and pulled her through a back door.

“Where are we going?” she asked, heels clicking on the concrete.

“Somewhere private.”

He led her into the dark alley behind the club. The cool night air hit her hot skin. Before she could speak, Damon pushed her against the rough brick wall, caging her in with his tall body.

“Damon, wait—”

“No more waiting.” His hand slid under her short dress, fingers hooking her soaked panties to the side. “Six months, Elena. Six months of you teasing me with this greedy little cunt.”