Chapter 105: Contract Knotting -1

The glass-and-steel corner office was dead silent, the view of the city skyline stretching out twenty floors below us.

I stood in front of his massive mahogany desk, my fingers gripping the leather strap of my laptop bag so tight my knuckles turned white.

Julian Vance didn’t even look up at me when I walked in; he just kept his head down, reading through the stack of legal papers that dictated the complete surrender of my company.

The chemical stench of my black-market scent-neutralizers was burning the back of my own throat, a sharp, artificial bitter-almond smell meant to cover my natural Omega scent and mask me as a Beta.

"Sit down, Reyes," Julian murmured, his voice a low, smooth baritone that vibrated right through the quiet room.

He finally capped his fountain pen, leaning back in his leather chair and looking up at me with cold, sharp grey eyes that seemed to strip away every layer of my composure in a single second.

"I prefer standing," I snapped, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the nervous tremor threatening to break through my chest.

Julian’s lips twitched into a faint, arrogant smirk as he tapped the contract resting on his desk.

"You’re in no position to dictate terms," Julian stated flatly, his heavy Alpha presence settling over the room like a suffocating blanket. "I buy your debt, I fund your software, and you move into my penthouse for the next six months as my direct technical advisor. Those are my terms."

"It’s a ridiculous clause," I spat out, taking a step closer to the desk, my temper flaring. "My code doesn’t require me to live under your roof, Vance."

"It does if I want complete oversight of my investment," Julian replied, his eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze dropped from my face down to my neck.

Suddenly, a sharp, white-hot spike of heat shot straight through my lower belly, making my breath hitch sharply in my throat.

My knees went weak, my thighs instantly going soft as a sudden, heavy wave of wetness bloomed right into my briefs.

No. No, no, no. Not here.

The synthetic neutralizers in my bloodstream hit their breaking point under the intense pressure of his Alpha aura, completely dissolving and failing all at once.

A thick, sickeningly sweet burst of ripe, slick-laced Omega scent exploded out from my neck, instantly swamping the sterile corporate air of the office.

Julian froze, his grey eyes blowing wide open as his nostrils flared, inhaling the raw, heavy fragrance of my sudden, violent heat.

"A Beta... right?" Julian purred, the cold businessman instantly vanishing, replaced by a dark, predatory Alpha as he slowly stood up from his leather chair.

The sound of his belt buckle undoing echoed like a gunshot in the quiet room as he walked around the desk, towering over me while I collapsed against the edge of his table, gasping for air.

"Vance... don’t..." I whimpered, but my body completely betrayed me, my spine arching backward as my slick began dripping down the inside of my thigh.

"You lied on your application, Liam," Julian growled, his broad hand shooting out to grab the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my sensitive skin as he yanked my face toward his unbuttoned trousers.

"And now you’re going to pay off your debt right here on my desk."

Julian’s grip on the back of my neck was absolute, forcing my face down right against the front of his designer trousers.

His massive Alpha shaft was already throbbing hard beneath the dark fabric, leaking a thick bead of pre-cum that soaked right through his pants, carrying his overwhelming, dark cedar-and-leather scent straight into my lungs.

"Look at you," Julian growled, his low voice vibrating against my skull as his other hand came down hard on my hip, spinning me around and slamming my chest flat onto his mahogany desk. "A little fraud bleeding slick all over my hundred-thousand-dollar table."

"Fuck you, Vance... ah!" I sobbed out, my hands clawing at the polished wood as the white-hot heat in my gut burned out of control.

I couldn’t fight it. My illegal suppressants had completely crashed, leaving my core wide open and desperate for the thick Alpha cock standing right behind me.

With one swift, ruthless pull, Julian hooked his fingers into the waistband of my trousers and yanked them down to my knees, tearing my briefs in the process.

The cool office air hit my bare, dripping ass, but before I could even shudder, the flared, pre-cum-coated tip of his nine-inch cock dragged right through my wet fold.

"You wanted my firm’s money, Liam," Julian purred into my ear, his broad chest crushing my back into the desk as his heavy hand pinned my head down. "This is the interest rate."

Without a single second of preparation, Julian shoved his hips forward, burying his massive, thick shaft straight into my tight, slicked entrance in one long, brutal drive.

"AH—! Vance!" A high-pitched, shattering scream tore from my throat, my fingers digging deep into the leather blotter on his desk as my walls stretched to their absolute limit.

The sheer size of him filled me so completely it felt like he was reaching my stomach, every nerve ending in my body screaming with white-hot overload.

Julian didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back to his head and slammed back in, setting a punishing, ruthless pace right there on top of his corporate paperwork.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The harsh sound of his hips crashing against my bare ass echoed off the glass walls overlooking the city, punctuated by my helpless, breathless moans.

Every single thrust hit my swollen prostate with terrifying precision, driving sparks of pure, unadulterated pleasure straight up my spine. He was taking me like a predator, using his sheer size and Alpha dominance to break every drop of my pride.

"You’re going to code for me during the day," Julian growled, his fingers tangling into my hair, pulling my head back so he could sink his teeth into my neck, right beside my scent gland. "And at night... you’re going to take every single drop of my seed."

"Yes... ah!... Julian, please!" I whimpered, completely unraveled, my body arching into every ruthless stroke as my slick poured out around his broad shaft.

Julian’s pace grew wild, his dark cedar scent completely swamping the office as his base began to swell rapidly, his knot expanding inside my convulsing core.

"Take my knot, you needy little thief!" Julian roared, slamming himself flush against my ass as his knot locked tight into my womb, trapping us together on his desk.

A violent, hands-free orgasm crashed through my body, my dick spurting thick, white ropes of cum across his contract, signing my surrender in the messiest way possible.

Inside me, Julian’s knot throbbed hard, pumping wave after wave of his hot, heavy Alpha seed deep into my core, permanently binding me to his corporate debt.

Julian’s knot sat massive and unyielding inside my stretched core, holding me pinned stomach-down on the mahogany desk while the city lights flickered through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind us.

My breath came in short, ragged hitches, my chin resting on the wet, ink-smeared contract that now bore the heavy splatters of my own cum.

The heat in my body hadn’t dissipated; it was merely simmering under the intense, crushing weight of his Alpha presence.

Julian’s broad palm stayed flat on my upper back, his heavy chest rising and falling against my spine as his free hand reached around to cup my chin, tilting my head back until I was forced to look up at him.

His dark grey eyes were dark, flushed with a dangerous mix of territorial satisfaction and cold, calculating triumph.

"Look at you, Reyes," Julian purred, his thumb dragging roughly over my swollen, bruised bottom lip. "So fierce in the boardrooms, yet here you are, completely locked around my cock, dripping seed onto the very paper that bought your life."

"You... you bastard," I rasped out, though the tremor in my voice ruined any remaining attempt at bite. "This wasn’t... part of the deal."

"It is now," Julian growled softly, his thumb pressing harder into my lip until I gasped, giving him room to slide his thick finger straight into my mouth. "Taste yourself. Taste how badly your body wanted this while your mouth was busy spitting venom."

Shame flooded my cheeks, hot and bitter, but my tongue involuntarily licked against his skin, tasting the salty combination of my slick and his pre-cum.

Inside me, his knot gave a sudden, hard pulse, the expansion forcing a quiet, needy whimper out of my throat that echoed in the quiet office.

"You thought you could trick me with black-market suppressants," Julian whispered, leaning down until his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, his dark cedar scent wrapping around my brain like a vise. "You thought you could walk into my firm, play Beta, and take my money without paying the price. Now I own your debt, Liam. And I own every single heat you have for the next six months."

"I hate you," I sobbed out, my knuckles turning white as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to fight the overwhelming waves of pleasure still humming through my lower abdomen.

"You can hate me all you want," Julian rasped, his teeth nipping viciously at my sensitive collarbone, leaving a deep red mark that would bruise by morning.

"As long as you take my knot every time I demand it."

Slowly, the intense pressure in my core began to ease as his knot deflated, the slick and seed leaking out from between my thighs with a soft, embarrassing wet sound that made me burn with humiliation.

Instead of letting me collapse onto the desk, Julian hooked his hands under my armpits and pulled me up effortlessly, setting my shaking, weak legs onto the carpet.

I couldn’t even stand properly; my knees buckled instantly, and I would have hit the floor if Julian hadn’t caught me by the waist, pulling my bare, sticky front flush against his crisp shirt.

He didn’t offer a single word of comfort. He simply reached down, grabbed his handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and wiped the mess from my thighs with broad, dismissive strokes.

"Pack your things at your apartment tonight, Liam," Julian commanded, his voice dropping right back into that icy, corporate tone as he pulled his trousers up and adjusted his belt.

"My driver will pick you up at seven AM sharp. You’re moving into my penthouse tomorrow."

I stood there, trembling, clutching my torn briefs and ruined pants, unable to utter a single word of defense as the ruthless Alpha adjusted his cuffs and looked at me like I was nothing more than an itemized asset he had successfully acquired.