Chapter: The Last blowThe loft had become our war room, maps and burner phones scattered across the kitchen island like battle scars on skin. Rain hammered the windows, a relentless drumbeat that matched the pulse in my temples. Four days since the dock hit, and Alejandro's empire was fracturing—clubs burned, funds frozen, men turning or dying. But he wasn't broken yet. Not until I put the bullet in him myself.Shane paced, phone to his ear, coordinating with our thin network of allies. Nadia had fed us the final piece: Alejandro's hideout, a fortified mansion upstate, where he holed up with his wife Clarissa and his last loyal crew. "Twenty men," Shane said, hanging up. "Armed heavy. Clarissa's there—hostage or not, she's collateral."I sipped coffee, black and bitter, staring at the satellite photo. Clarissa—blonde, vicious, Alejandro's equal in cruelty. She'd run the girls' side of YBA, luring them with promises before chaining them. "No mercy," I said, voice flat. "She dies with him."Shane stopped
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Chapter: The escape RouteThe safe house was a nondescript brownstone in Brooklyn, tucked away on a quiet street where the neighbors minded their own business and the nuns who ran it asked no questions. We pulled up just as dawn cracked the horizon, the sky bleeding pink and orange like a fresh wound. The van's engine ticked as it cooled, and I could hear the girls in the back—whispers in languages I half-understood, sniffles muffled by exhaustion and relief. Twenty lives pulled from the brink, their chains still dangling from wrists like grim jewelry. Shane killed the headlights, his face shadowed but eyes sharp, scanning the street for tails."We're clear," he muttered, hand on his Glock as he stepped out. I followed, my shoulder throbbing under the hasty bandage—blood seeping through, a hot reminder of the graze. The fog from the docks clung to our clothes, mixing with the metallic tang of gunpowder and sweat.Sister Maria met us at the door, her habit crisp despite the hour, eyes kind but knowing. She'd
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Chapter: The retaliationThe loft felt smaller after the meet at Eclipse, the walls pressing in with the weight of secrets and strategies. Rain slashed against the windows like accusing fingers, the storm outside mirroring the one brewing in my chest. I shed the Evelyn Pierce disguise in pieces, wig tossed into the sink, pearls unclasped and dropped onto the vanity, the black dress peeled off like a layer of deceit. Naked in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection: bruises from Shane's earlier grip fading on my hips, the faint scar from a old knife fight snaking across my ribs, eyes sharp with the thrill of the game. The flash drive sat on the counter, innocuous plastic holding the potential to topple an empire. Nadia, Marcus, and Victor had given me the ammunition, but firing it meant stepping into the crosshairs.I wrapped myself in a silk robe, the fabric whispering against my skin as I padded back to the living room. Shane was there, as always—my anchor in the chaos. He lounged on the couch, l
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Chapter: The TradeThe city lights blurred into streaks as I drove back from Eclipse, the burner phone buzzing in my clutch like a live wire. Shane’s text glowed on the screen: Home yet? Need you. Simple words, but they carried the weight of his worry—and his hunger. I smiled, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. The flash drive from Nadia burned a hole in my thoughts. If it was legit, we’d have Alejandro by the balls. If not… well, that’s why I had Victor’s video as backup. The mayor’s secret moans echoed in my mind, a weapon sharper than any blade.I pulled into the loft’s garage, the engine’s rumble dying as I killed the ignition. The space was dim, concrete walls echoing my heels as I headed for the elevator. My mind raced ahead—verifying the intel, looping Shane in, planning the hit. Four nights. That’s all we had to turn their tip into Alejandro’s nightmare.The door clicked open, and there he was: Shane, shirtless in low-slung sweats, leaning against the kitchen island with a glass of w
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Chapter: The Meeting LOVIA’S POV:The VIP lounge at Eclipse felt like a velvet-lined trap: low amber lighting, leather booths that swallowed sound, the faint pulse of jazz curling around cigar smoke and expensive perfume. I sat in the corner booth with my back to the wall, legs crossed, martini glass cradled loosely in one manicured hand. Evelyn Pierce—blonde wig flawless, pearls glowing against my throat, black dress cut just low enough to distract without screaming desperation. The perfect mask.They arrived separately, like cautious animals testing the water.Nadia first. Tall, raven-haired, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. The red dress clung to her like a warning. She slid in across from me, diamond choker flashing as she leaned forward. “Ms. Pierce. Thank you for coming.”“Evelyn, please,” I said, voice smooth, cultured. “And thank you for the invitation. I’m always interested when powerful people want to rewrite the rules.”Marcus Hale next—mid-sixties, silver hair slicked back, bespoke sui
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Chapter: Caught in the Act LOVIA’S POV The loft still hummed with the aftermath of our night—sweat-slicked sheets tangled on the bed, the faint scent of sex lingering in every corner like a secret we couldn’t erase. Shane dozed beside me, his arm thrown possessively over my waist, chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm that always grounded me after chaos. But peace was a lie in our world. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the unknown number flashing like a warning. I slipped out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and padded to the bathroom, closing the door softly before answering.“Evelyn Pierce,” I said, my voice pitched higher, softer—the polished accent of the socialite disguise I’d worn to the gala. No one knew Lovia and Evelyn were one and the same. Not yet.A woman’s voice came through, husky and cautious, with a faint Eastern European lilt. “Ms. Pierce? This is Nadia. We met at the gala—briefly. You were... intriguing.”I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection: mussed
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Unholy Fantasies
Sweet warning, my darling sinner…
These pages are dripping with the kind of temptation that will make your thighs clench and your prayers turn filthy. Once you start reading, you won’t want absolution—you’ll beg for more sin. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
In shadowed confessionals and candlelit cathedrals, forbidden desire ignites again and again…
She kneels in nothing but a sheer black lace nightdress that barely hides her hardened nipples, wrists bound in leather and silver chains.
“Forgive me, Father,” she whispers, voice trembling as the cold rosary beads slip between her slick folds. His deep voice answers from the darkness: “No forgiveness tonight, little lamb… only my cock teaching you how to worship.”
Another night, another altar. A different priest’s strong hand slides under her nightdress, fingers circling her swollen clit while his lips brush her ear: “You came here to confess your sins… but your dripping pussy already told me everything.”
And in the moonlit sacristy, she’s bent over the holy table, nightdress hiked up, collar tight, as he growls against her neck, “Every time you moan my name, another angel loses its wings… now scream for me, baby girl.”
Ten scorching stories. Ten powerful priests. One deliciously wicked collection of priest-sinner BDSM romance that will leave you wet, breathless, and aching to be ruined.
Leather. Chains. Rosaries used in ways God never intended.
Unholy pleasure has never felt so heavenly.
**Indulge. Submit. Sin.**
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Chapter: Just one night finaleChapter 10: More Than One Night.Two months later, the fourth floor felt different.Not because anything about the building had changed—the same brick walls, the same slightly sticky elevator buttons, the same package room that always smelled faintly of cardboard—but because *we* had. The hallway that used to feel like a careful border between two separate lives now felt like shared space. My spare key lived on Rhys’s keyring. His coffee grounds were in my kitchen cabinet. The rule about not staying over had been dead so long neither of us remembered why we’d ever made it.On a quiet Sunday morning in early fall, I woke up in his bed to the sound of rain against the windows and the low murmur of his voice from the kitchen. For a few seconds I just lay there, warm under his covers, listening. The fear that used to sit in my chest first thing in the morning was gone. In its place was something steadier.I found him at the stove, shirtless, scrambling eggs like it was the most natural
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Chapter: Just one Night pt 8Chapter 8: The Fear.The morning after the jealousy, everything felt too sharp.I woke up before Rhys, still tucked against his chest, his arm heavy around my waist. For a few minutes I just lay there listening to him breathe, staring at the soft light filtering through the curtains. It should have felt safe. Instead, a slow, cold panic was building under my ribs.I had told him I was his.I had meant it in the moment. God, I had meant it. But in the quiet of morning, with his heartbeat steady under my ear and the memory of how easily jealousy had ripped through both of us, the weight of it hit me hard.This was supposed to be one night.Then it was supposed to be just sex.Now I was sleeping in his bed, wearing his shirts, and getting possessive over a man I still didn’t know how to define. And the scariest part wasn’t how much I wanted him.It was how much it would hurt when this eventually ended.I slipped out from under his arm as carefully as I could. He stirred but didn’t fully
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Chapter: Just one night pt 8Chapter 8: The Fear.The morning after the jealousy, everything felt too sharp.I woke up before Rhys, still tucked against his chest, his arm heavy around my waist. For a few minutes I just lay there listening to him breathe, staring at the soft light filtering through the curtains. It should have felt safe. Instead, a slow, cold panic was building under my ribs.I had told him I was his.I had meant it in the moment. God, I had meant it. But in the quiet of morning, with his heartbeat steady under my ear and the memory of how easily jealousy had ripped through both of us, the weight of it hit me hard.This was supposed to be one night.Then it was supposed to be just sex.Now I was sleeping in his bed, wearing his shirts, and getting possessive over a man I still didn’t know how to define. And the scariest part wasn’t how much I wanted him.It was how much it would hurt when this eventually ended.I slipped out from under his arm as carefully as I could. He stirred but didn’t fully
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Chapter: Just One Night pt 7Chapter 7: Jealousy.The first sign of trouble arrived on a Friday evening in the form of a text from my past.I was in Rhys’s kitchen wearing one of his shirts, waiting for the pasta water to boil, when my phone lit up on the counter. The name on the screen made my stomach drop.**Marcus.**My ex.I stared at it for a few seconds before unlocking the phone.**Marcus:** Heard you moved. We should catch up. Miss talking to you.Simple. Casual. Completely unwelcome.Rhys walked in from the bedroom, still towel-drying his hair, and caught the look on my face before I could lock the screen.“Everything okay?” he asked.“Yeah.” I set the phone face-down. “Just a message I wasn’t expecting.”He didn’t push, but his eyes lingered on the phone for a second longer than necessary. We ate dinner on the couch like we had been doing more and more lately—close, comfortable, the kind of quiet that no longer felt awkward. I tried to ignore the message burning a hole in my pocket.I failed.Later, aft
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Chapter: Just one Night pt 6Chapter 6: Getting Closer.We stopped pretending after that night in the storm.There was no big conversation. No new set of rules. We just… stopped fighting it. Three days after Rhys fucked me against my entryway table, he knocked on my door a little after ten. I opened it without asking who it was. He stepped inside, kicked the door shut behind him, and kissed me like he’d been thinking about it all day.We didn’t make it to the bed that night either.After that, it became a pattern.Some nights he came to me. Some nights I went to him. We never planned it. There were no texts, no invitations—just a knock, a look, and the same sharp pull that had been there since the rooftop bar. The sex was still intense, still edged with that desperate, shouldn’t-be-doing-this energy. But something else started slipping in between the heat.We started staying.The first time it happened, I told myself it was just because I was too tired to kick him out. We’d gone at it twice, and my body felt heav
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Chapter: Just One Night pt 5Chapter 5: Breaking Them.The rules held for eleven days.Eleven days of polite greetings in the hallway. Eleven days of careful distance in the elevator. Eleven days of pretending the air didn’t change every time we were in the same space. I told myself it was working. That we were both adults who could keep our word.I was wrong.It started with a storm.The kind of late-summer Chicago storm that turned the sky black in minutes and sent rain slamming against the windows in sheets. I got home soaked, my clothes clinging to me, hair dripping into my eyes. All I wanted was a hot shower and to forget the day. I was still standing in my entryway, peeling off my wet jacket, when there was a knock at the door.I knew who it was before I opened it.Rhys stood in the hallway, also rain-damp, a small toolbox in one hand. His dark shirt was plastered to his chest in places.“Power’s out on my side of the floor,” he said. “Building management said the breaker for 4B is in your unit. Mind if I c
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Chapter: You came all the way?Kianna's POV:My head snapped up so fast the room spun.Lysander stood there, snow dusting his dark hair and shoulders, paint still smudged on the cuff of his hoodie like he’d run straight from the studio without stopping. His eyes—those steady, quiet eyes that had always anchored me—were wide with relief and something sharper: fear.“Lysander?” My voice cracked. I pushed myself upright, ignoring the pull of fresh wounds. “What… how are you here? How did you even know?”He crossed the room in three strides and dropped to one knee beside the bed, taking my hand like he needed to prove I was real. His fingers were ice-cold from the night air, but the grip was warm, grounding.“I saw the van,” he said, voice low and urgent. “The black one that picked you up outside the dorm. My friend—the one who works the security feeds at the hostel—caught it on the external cams. I tracked the plates through traffic systems, then throu
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Chapter: The Curse of the Moon Goddess Kianna's POV:The shifting grounds stretched out before me like a living cathedral under the moon. Ancient pines formed a natural amphitheater, their branches heavy with snow that sparkled like scattered diamonds in the silver light. The air hummed with energy—thick, electric, alive in a way that made my skin tingle and my wolf stir so violently inside me that I could barely breathe. Dozens of wolves moved through the clearing: silver, black, russet, white as fresh snow. Males and females from packs I didn’t know, families I’d never met, all gathered for the same sacred purpose—bonding, claiming, celebrating the full moon’s gift.I stood at the edge in the simple white shift Elara had given me, barefoot in the snow, heart slamming against my ribs. The cold should have bitten, but the moon’s light felt warm against my skin, almost inviting. Almost dangerous.A deep, resonant voice rumbled behind me—low, playful, carrying the weight of ce
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Chapter: Where I'm I?Mordred's PoV:The figures emerged from the trees like ghosts—four of them, all in black hoodies and ski masks, the same style as the Boss’s guards. My Glock was already out, aimed steady at the lead one’s chest. The snow fell thicker now, muffling everything but my heartbeat and Maddox’s ragged breaths behind me. He was on his knees in the drift, clutching his gut, blood staining the white powder around him. Lysander was still gone, off fetching water from that stream we’d heard earlier. Perfect timing. I was alone with a dying rival and four threats closing in.“Stay back,” I snarled, finger on the trigger. “One step closer, and I drop you.”The lead figure raised gloved hands slowly—peaceful, almost casual. No weapons visible, but that meant nothing. “We’re not here to harm you,” a muffled voice said—male, calm, with an accent I couldn’t place. “We’re here to help. The girl you're looking for is with us. Safe and sound.But you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.”“Bullsh
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Chapter: The path to DoomMordred's PoV:The car’s headlights cut through the swirling snow like knives, illuminating the narrow dirt road that snaked deeper into the forest preserve. I sat in the back seat of Maddox’s SUV, arms crossed tight over my chest, every bump and jolt rattling my bones and my temper. Lysander rode a shotgun, his face calm as ever, fiddling with the GPS on his phone like it was some art project he could sketch his way out of. Maddox gripped the wheel with white knuckles, jaw set, eyes fixed on the path ahead. The wipers thumped rhythmically, clearing the windshield just enough to see the next twist in the road.We’d been driving for over an hour since leaving the dorm hallway, the three of us thrown together in this uneasy alliance. Me, the biker who’d rather see Maddox bleed than breathe. Lysander, the artsy mediator who’d somehow become the glue holding this mess together. And Maddox—the smug bastard who’d ruined everything, now looking as lost as the rest of us. He’d insisted o
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Chapter: Where is my Bride?Maddox's PoV: I jolted awake like someone had poured ice water down my spine, heart slamming against my ribs so hard it felt like it might crack them. The room was pitch black except for the faint red glow of the digital clock on my nightstand. It was 12:00 AM exactly at midnight. My wolf was wide awake inside me, pacing, snarling, every instinct screaming that something was wrong. Not just wrong — catastrophic. I sat up fast, sheets tangling around my waist, sweat already cooling on my bare chest. “What the hell is happening to me?” I muttered under my breath, staring at how fast my chest was rising and falling. The mansion was silent, the kind of deep quiet that only happens when everyone else is asleep. No footsteps in the hall, no distant hum of the staff. Just the heavy thud of my own pulse in my ears. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, fingers clumsy. Then the screen lit up, blinding in the dark and one unread message popped up from the notification bar. It was
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Chapter: In the Middle of NowhereKianna's POV:The girl in red — still nameless, still wrapped in that quiet, unbreakable confidence — moved through my dorm room like she’d been there a hundred times before. She didn’t ask permission. She simply opened my closet, pulled out the warmest clothes I owned (thick black leggings, a thermal long-sleeve, my heaviest hoodie, snow boots, and a waterproof jacket), and laid them on the bed in a neat stack.“Change,” she said, voice low but firm. “Layers….It’s colder where we’re going. Leave anything with a tracker behind, smartwatch, jewelry, anything.”My hands shook as I obeyed. The reality of what I was doing crashed over me in waves. I was leaving. Right now. With a stranger who worked for the masked Boss who had sent someone to stand over my bed while I slept. The countdown is finally here. The bond had been moved up. And I was walking straight into whatever plan they had to stop it.I stripped quickly, skin prickling in the cold dorm air, and dressed in the layers she’d
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