Claimed by Contract

He doesn't ask. He decides.

I never wanted to owe Alexander Voss anything. But when my architecture firm collapses under a debt I didn't create, he's the only investor willing to save it — on one condition: I move into his estate and give him control. Not of my company. Of me.

Twelve weeks. That's the contract. Twelve weeks under his roof, under his rules, learning exactly what it means to belong to a man who has never once in his life said please.

Alexander is forty-one, ruthless in boardrooms and colder everywhere else — until the door closes and he's on his knees, unlacing my shoes like a man starving. He doesn't want a fling. He wants ownership: my schedule, my safewords, my nights. He wants to rebuild me from the inside out and call it protection.

I tell myself I can survive twelve weeks of being owned without losing myself in it.

I'm wrong within the first one.

Because obedience with Alexander doesn't feel like losing. It feels like being seen, completely, for the first time — and that terrifies me more than any contract clause. When his enemies start circling, looking for a way to use me against him, I realize the real danger was never the arrangement. It's how badly I've come to need the man who built it.

He says I'm his to break.

I intend to prove I'm the one thing he can't.

Tropes: Billionaire Hero, Forced Proximity, Dom/Sub Power Exchange, Possessive Alpha, Marriage-of-Convenience-Adjacent Contract, Age-Gap (adult, 13-year difference)

Heat Level: Very High — explicit, frequent intimate scenes with power-exchange/BDSM content (consensual Dom/sub dynamics, impact play, control and aftercare). 18+ readers only. All characters are adults.