Dangerous Office Romance With My Husband

Chapter 2

Word Count: 734 | Released on: 18/05/2026

. She shoved both of her hands h

t any kind of distance between hi

elt like a concrete wall beneath his dres

d, carving sharp

nches from hers. She could feel

, Breanne?" His breath ghosted over the

. Her heart was beating

han an arrogant jerk," she snapped

lack. The mocking amusement vanish

d track. He grabbed both of h

rists flat against the wooden headboard

ick his shins. The heavy duvet wrapped

right between her thighs, pressing down hard e

grip her jaw. His long fi

k directly into his

ttentive I can be," he whispered. His

ne ga

ers. It was not a kiss. It was

d together. She refused to yield

ned on her jaw. He bit d

from her throat at

r mouth, tasting of black coffee and mint. He claimed

r scent of cedar and expensive cologne filled her

ds slid down her arms, gripping her

wel tore open, exposing her flushed, d

moan escaped her lips as his rough, cal

cket. He unbuckled his leather belt with practiced,

His heavy body covered hers completely

a frantic, friction-filled exchange of

rs. She hated him for his arrogance. She hated he

oved with a brutal rhythm, determined to erase

ally against the drywall. The sound echoed

She tasted salt and sweat. She needed to muffle her ow

broken. His grip on her hips bruised her skin as

ver the room. The only sound wa

is back, staring blankly up at the ceili

r edge of the mattress. She pulled the tor

ted into a tight knot. Furious, hot tears of

ad betraye

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“Breanne was secretly married to Gabriel Baldwin, the icy and ruthless CEO of Aura Design. To the rest of the company, they were nothing more than bitter professional enemies. But during the most important executive board meeting of her career, Gabriel completely crossed the line. He ruthlessly tore apart her eco-friendly resort design, publicly rejecting weeks of her sleepless nights as financially unviable and forcing her to start from scratch. The public humiliation instantly made her a target. Vicious office rumors spread like wildfire, claiming Breanne had plagiarized her designs and was sleeping with partners to climb the corporate ladder. While she fought off toxic colleagues, Gabriel's private behavior grew dangerously possessive. When a wealthy client sent her roses, Gabriel cornered her in a stalled elevator, leaving a bruised bite mark on her neck. "You belong to me, Breanne. I don't share." Breanne was pushed to her absolute breaking point. She couldn't understand why the man who shared her bed was intentionally destroying her professional reputation, only to act like a jealous, suffocating dictator in private. Why was he torturing her like this? Just as she was ready to snap and walk away from it all, Gabriel summoned her to his top-floor office. Instead of another reprimand, he slid a highly classified, red-stamped file across his mahogany desk. He hadn't rejected her project to humiliate her-he had brutally killed the pitch to protect her from a career-ending corporate spy.”