Mira woke to the warmth of Theo’s body pressed against hers, his arm draped possessively over her waist. The morning light filtered through the curtains of his penthouse, casting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. She turned her head, studying the sharp angles of his face—his dark lashes, the faint stubble along his jaw, the way his lips parted slightly as he slept.
She had never felt safer.
But safety wasn’t enough.
Not after everything Daniel had done.
Mira’s fingers curled into the sheets as the memories flooded back—his hands on her, his threats, the way he had tried to break her. And then Theo, storming in like a dark avenger, reclaiming what was his.
But this wasn’t just Theo’s fight anymore.
It was *hers.*
She shifted, pressing a soft kiss to Theo’s shoulder before slipping out of bed. The cool air of the penthouse made her shiver, but she ignored it, padding toward the closet. She pulled on one of Theo’s dress shirts, the fabric swallowing her, the scent of him clinging to the cotton.
She needed coffee.
And a plan.
---
Theo woke to an empty bed.
His eyes snapped open, his body tensing instinctively before he caught the sound of movement in the kitchen. He exhaled, running a hand through his tousled hair before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, the fabric low on his hips, and followed the scent of coffee.
Mira stood at the counter, her back to him, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders in loose waves. She had poured herself a cup of coffee, her fingers wrapped around the mug as she stared out at the city skyline.
Theo leaned against the doorway, watching her.
She was breathtaking.
And she was *his.*
“You’re up early,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
Mira turned, her lips curving into a small smile. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Theo crossed the room in three long strides, his hands sliding around her waist as he pulled her against him. “Bad dreams?”
She shook her head. “Not bad. Just… *real.*”
Theo’s jaw tightened. He knew what she meant. The weight of what had happened—what *still* needed to happen—was pressing down on both of them.
Mira set her coffee down and turned in his arms, her hands resting against his bare chest. “We need to do something about Daniel.”
Theo’s eyes darkened. “We *are.*”
“No,” Mira said firmly. “*I* need to do something.”
Theo’s grip on her tightened. “Mira—”
“He harassed me. He embezzled from the company. He *threatened* me.” Her voice was steady, her gaze unwavering. “I’m not hiding behind you, Theo. I’m *fighting* with you.”
Theo studied her for a long moment, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone. He had spent so long wanting to protect her, to shield her from the world. But Mira wasn’t fragile. She was *strong.*
And he loved that about her.
“Alright,” he murmured. “Then we fight *together.*”
Mira’s smile was fierce. “Together.”
---
### **The Plan**
Theo’s home office was sleek, all dark wood and leather, the walls lined with bookshelves and a massive desk dominating the space. Mira sat across from him, her legs curled beneath her on the couch, a legal pad in her lap.
“Daniel’s been embezzling for years,” Theo said, his fingers steepled in front of him. “But he’s careful. He funnels the money through shell companies, makes it look like legitimate expenses.”
Mira tapped her pen against the pad. “What about the harassment?”
Theo’s expression darkened. “He’s done it before. Other women at Sterling Corp. But they were too afraid to come forward.”
Mira’s jaw set. “Not this time.”
Theo’s eyes gleamed. “No. Not this time.”
She leaned forward. “We need evidence. Emails, recordings, financial records.”
Theo smirked. “I have a team of forensic accountants on retainer. And my IT department can hack into Daniel’s personal accounts if we need to.”
Mira raised an eyebrow. “Is that… legal?”
Theo’s grin was sharp. “Do you *care?*”
Mira laughed, the sound warm and rich. “Not even a little.”
---
### **The Evidence**
Three days later, Mira sat in Theo’s office, her stomach twisting as she scrolled through the files his team had uncovered.
Daniel’s embezzlement was *worse* than they thought.
Millions, siphoned off over the years. Fake invoices, shell corporations, offshore accounts. And the harassment—emails, text messages, even *videos*—of women at Sterling Corp. who had been too afraid to speak up.
Mira’s hands trembled as she clicked on one of the files.
A video.
Daniel, cornering a young intern in a supply closet, his hand on her waist, his voice low and threatening. *“You don’t want to make an enemy of me, sweetheart.”*
Mira’s stomach churned.
Theo’s hand settled on her shoulder, his touch grounding her. “We’ve got him.”
Mira swallowed hard. “We need to go to the board.”
Theo’s smile was cold. “Oh, we’re not just going to the board.”
Mira turned to him, her eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”
Theo leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the desk. “I mean, we’re going to *destroy* him.”
---
### **The Boardroom**
The Sterling Corp. boardroom was a glass-and-steel monstrosity, all sharp angles and cold efficiency. The board members sat around the long table, their expressions ranging from curious to skeptical.
Daniel was already there, his smug smile in place as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled.
“Ah, Theo,” he drawled. “I didn’t expect to see you here. And Mira—” His eyes raked over her, lingering just a second too long. “You look… *well.*”
Mira’s spine stiffened, but she didn’t flinch.
Theo’s hand settled at the small of her back, a silent show of support.
“Daniel,” Theo said, his voice smooth. “I’m glad you’re here. We have some *interesting* things to discuss.”
Daniel’s smile didn’t waver. “Oh?”
Theo nodded to Mira.
She stood, her chin lifted, her voice steady as she addressed the board. “Daniel Whitmore has been embezzling from Sterling Corp. for years. Millions of dollars, funneled through shell companies and offshore accounts.”
A murmur rippled through the room.
Daniel’s smile faltered. “That’s a *serious* accusation, Mira.”
Mira didn’t blink. “And I have *proof.*”
She slid a flash drive across the table to the head of the board, her eyes never leaving Daniel’s. “Emails, financial records, *videos.*”
Daniel’s face paled.
Theo leaned forward, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “And that’s not all, Daniel. You’ve been *harassing* women at this company for years. Blackmailing them. Threatening them. *Assaulting* them.”
Daniel’s hands clenched into fists. “You have *no* proof of that.”
Mira’s smile was sharp. “Don’t I?”
She pressed play on her phone.
Daniel’s voice filled the room, low and menacing. *“You don’t want to make an enemy of me, sweetheart.”*
The board members recoiled.
Daniel’s face twisted in fury. “You *bitch.*”
Theo was on his feet in an instant, his chair crashing to the floor as he rounded the table. He grabbed Daniel by the collar, slamming him against the wall.
“You *touch* her again,” Theo growled, his voice a deadly whisper, “and I will *end* you.”
Daniel’s eyes widened in fear.
Theo released him with a shove, straightening his suit jacket as he turned back to the board. “Daniel Whitmore is *finished* at Sterling Corp. And if any of you have a problem with that, you can take it up with *me.*”
Silence.
Then, the head of the board cleared his throat. “I think we’ve heard enough.”
Daniel’s face went slack with shock.
Theo’s smile was triumphant.
Mira’s heart swelled.
They had *won.*
---
### **The Celebration**
The penthouse was quiet, the city lights twinkling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Mira stood in the center of the living room, her dress pooled at her feet, her body bare except for the delicate lace of her lingerie.
Theo leaned against the doorway, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched her.
“Come here,” he murmured.
Mira didn’t hesitate.
She crossed the room, her hips swaying, her breath catching as Theo’s hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him. His lips crashed down on hers, hot and demanding, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as he backed her toward the couch.
Mira moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lifted her onto the cushions, his body covering hers.
“You were *incredible* today,” he growled against her lips.
Mira arched into him, her nails scraping down his back. “We were *incredible.*”
Theo’s hands slid beneath her, cupping her ass as he ground against her, his cock hard and thick through the fabric of his slacks. “I need to be inside you.”
Mira whimpered, her thighs falling open in invitation. “Then *take* me.”
Theo didn’t need to be told twice.
He ripped the lace from her body, his fingers sliding between her thighs, finding her *soaked.* “Fuck, Mira. You’re *dripping.*”
Mira gasped as his fingers circled her clit, her hips bucking against his hand. “Theo—*please.*”
Theo smirked, his fingers teasing her entrance before sliding inside. Mira cried out, her back arching off the couch as he pumped into her, his thumb pressing against her clit.
“You like that, baby?” he murmured, his voice rough. “You like my fingers inside you?”
Mira nodded frantically, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes—*yes*—”
Theo withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips as he sucked them clean. Mira’s eyes darkened at the sight, her pussy clenching with need.
“Delicious,” Theo growled. “But I need to *taste* you.”
He dropped to his knees, his hands spreading her thighs wide as he buried his face between her legs. Mira cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue flicked over her clit, his lips sucking, his teeth grazing.
“Oh *God*—Theo—*fuck*—”
Theo groaned against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. He licked and sucked, his fingers sliding inside her as he worked her toward the edge.
Mira’s thighs trembled, her body coiling tight as pleasure crashed over her. “Theo—I’m—*I’m*—”
“Come for me, baby,” he growled against her pussy. “Come on my *tongue.*”
Mira shattered, her back arching off the couch as she screamed his name, her orgasm ripping through her in waves. Theo didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at her, his fingers pumping into her until she was a trembling, boneless mess.
Theo pulled back, his lips glistening with her arousal, his eyes dark with hunger. “Fuck, you taste *good.*”
Mira whimpered, her body still trembling. “I need you *inside* me.”
Theo didn’t need to be told twice.
He stood, unbuckling his belt with sharp, efficient movements, his slacks and boxers dropping to the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
Mira’s mouth watered.
Theo grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach before pulling her onto her knees. Mira gasped as he positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance.
“You ready for me, baby?” he growled, his hands gripping her hips.
Mira nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes—*please*—”
Theo didn’t tease.
He *slammed* into her in one deep thrust, filling her completely. Mira screamed, her fingers clawing at the couch as he bottomed out inside her.
“Fuck—*Mira*—” Theo groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “You feel *so* good.”
Mira whimpered, her body adjusting to his size. “Move—*please*—”
Theo didn’t need to be told twice.
He pulled out slowly before slamming back into her, his hips snapping against hers. Mira cried out, her body rocking forward with each thrust, her breasts bouncing.
“That’s it, baby,” Theo growled, his hand sliding up her spine to tangle in her hair. “Take my *cock.*”
Mira moaned, her body clenching around him as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and desperate moans.
“Theo—*I’m—*I’m—” Mira gasped, her body coiling tight.
“Come for me, baby,” Theo growled, his free hand sliding around her hip to circle her clit. “Come on my *cock.*”
Mira screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering as pleasure ripped through her. Theo groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
“Fuck—*Mira*—” he growled, his cock swelling inside her.
Mira whimpered, her body still trembling as Theo buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he came inside her, filling her with his cum.
They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies tangled together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Theo pressed a kiss to Mira’s shoulder, his voice soft. “We make a *good* team.”
Mira smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “The *best* team.”
Theo’s arms tightened around her, his lips brushing against her ear. “I love you.”
Mira’s heart swelled. “I love you too.”
And as they lay there, tangled together, the city lights twinkling beyond the windows, Mira knew one thing for certain.
They had *won.*
And nothing—*nothing*—was going to take that away from them.