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