STEP-DADDY'S SIN
When Ivy returns home for the summer, sheâs not the wide-eyed girl her billionaire stepfather raised after her motherâs death. Sheâs twenty-one nowâsharp-tongued, sexy, and trouble in heels. The little girl is gone. In her place is a brat who knows exactly how to push Alexander Wolfeâs buttons⌠and maybe, just maybe, tempt him to sin.
Alexander has spent years locking away his desire for the forbidden girl he swore to protect. He built empires and buried lust behind boardrooms and bourbon. But when Ivy saunters back into his mansion with those legs, that attitude, and that wicked glint in her eyesâevery line he drew begins to blur.
She wants to tease.
He wants to ruin.
But what starts as a game of temptation quickly spirals into obsession.
As secrets unravel and past sins claw their way to the surface, the line between protector and predator, love and lust, begins to crumble. And when Ivyâs dangerous ex resurfaces and an unexpected pregnancy shakes their world. Alexander will be forced to choose between keeping his twisted desires in the darkâŚ
Or claiming his little girl in the most sinful way possible.
He raised her like a daughter.
Now, heâs ready to make her his wife.
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Chapter: Chapter 70 â EpilogueOne and a half Year LaterIvyâs POVThe mansion is quiet⌠too quiet.And that usually means two things: either somethingâs broken, or my husband and our son are up to no good.Spoiler alert: itâs both.I round the corner into the sunken living roomâand there they are. My entire world. Chaos and charm wrapped in two very dangerous packages.Alexanderâs lying on his back on the massive velvet rug in nothing but gray sweats and smug satisfaction, while our one-year-old son climbs his chest like itâs a jungle gym. Heâs got Alexanderâs dark hair and my eyes, with this smirk thatâs definitely not innocent. His tiny hand tugs at his fatherâs chain, and the other is holding⌠oh my God.âIs thatââ I gasp. âDid he break your Rolex?!âAlexander lifts his head like heâs not even the slightest bit concerned. âTechnically, he dismantled it. Thatâs innovation.ââAlexander!âHe shrugs. âHeâs got good taste.ââOur son is chewing on a watch that costs more than my entire degree!ââHeâs a Wolfe, sweethe
Last Updated: 2025-10-02
Chapter: Chapter 69 â The Pregnancy RevealIvyâs POVTwo months after the weddingI stare at the stick in my hand like it might explode.Noâscratch that. Iâm staring at it like it already has. Like it's detonated my heart, flipped my soul inside out, and left me standing in the master bathroom of Alexanderâs mansion, barefoot, with my fingers trembling and my lungs refusing to breathe.Two lines. Bold. Unapologetic.Pregnant.I swallow hard, my other hand gripping the edge of the marble sink. My knees feel like they might give out, and for a second I wonder if I should sit downâbut I canât. My bodyâs frozen. My mind is racing. My stomach twists in slow, hot spirals of fear and joy and memory.The last time...I press a hand against my stomach, instinctively. Thereâs nothing yet. No bump. Just the tiniest bloom of something new. Something terrifying. Something hopeful.And this time, it feels different.This time, my body doesnât feel broken. It feels... ready. Like my heart knew before my brain did.A quiet knock at the bathro
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Chapter: Chapter 68 â The ClaimingAlexanderâs POVSheâs still shaking. Wrecked from my mouth.Eyes glazed. Thighs trembling. Lips swollen from all her moaning. And fuck, her pussyâs pulsingâclenching around nothing like itâs begging to be filled.âColor?â I ask, low and rough.She swallows hard. Her voice is hoarse when she whispers, âGreen, Daddy.âGoddamn right.I grab her hips, flip her effortlessly onto her stomach, and yank her ass high. She gasps as her knees slide apart on instinct, back arching for me.âLook at you.â My voice is gravel and want. âFucking dripping for me. Begging without saying a word.âI lean down, lips brushing her ear. âDo you know how dangerous that is, Baby Girl? Offering yourself like this to a man like me?âShe whimpers, grinding back into me, completely gone for it.âSay it,â I growl, lining up behind her. âSay who owns you.ââYou do,â she moans, breathless. âYou fucking own me.âI slam into her in one brutal, claiming thrustâand we both break.Her scream tears through the room as her b
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Chapter: Chapter 67 â The Night She Became MineAlexanderâs POVThe second the door shuts behind us, I lock it. Not because I think someoneâs coming in.But because the part of me thatâs still fucking feral from almost losing herâwants the whole goddamn world out.She turns to me, all soft silk and flushed cheeks, and my body aches. My knuckles flex like theyâre ready to break something if I donât touch her soon.I reach behind me, pull my tie loose, and toss it to the floor. âStrip,â I say, voice low.Her breath catches. I watch her eyes dilate. Pupils blown wide with heat.She licks her lips. âRight here?â she whispers.I close the distance between us in two steps, grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger.âWhere else, Mrs. Wolfe?â I murmur. âYou belong to me now. That dress is just in my fucking way.âShe shivers. And thenâ slowly, like she wants to drive me insaneâ she peels the straps off her shoulders, one at a time. The white silk pools around her feet, leaving her in nothing but heels and the thin lace I bought to go
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Chapter: Chapter 66 â The Vows (cont.) Ivyâs POVMy heartâs not racing. Itâs galloping.Fucking sprinting in my chest like itâs about to shatter my ribs and leap into his hands.Alexanderâs vow still echoes inside me. Raw. Dark. Beautiful. It didnât sound like a promiseâit sounded like a claim. Like I just signed my soul away with a kiss and a smirk.And I donât regret a goddamn second of it.Heâs watching me now. Eyes locked. Breathing steady. Waiting.Thereâs always been this thing between usâdangerous, magnetic, like weâre not supposed to exist in the same room, let alone the same bed, same life, same name.But we do. We always have. And today, I speak it into the world.âI, Ivy,â I begin, my voice steadyâdeadly calm, like the pause before a storm, âtake you, AlexanderâŚâI pause, my lips curling at the corners. He raises an eyebrow like he knows whatâs coming.â...not just as my husband,â I continue, stepping forward so thereâs no air between us, âbut as my master, my obsession, and my very favorite problem.âJess lets
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Chapter: Chapter 65 â The VowsIvyâs POV(Two Months Later â Private Ceremony, Late Afternoon)The air is thick with heat and hungerânot from the weather, but from him.From us.Thereâs no church bells, no cathedral ceilings, no sweeping orchestras. No smiling relatives or clinking glasses. Just the soft rustle of fabric, the scent of lilies curling through the air, and the low thrum of tension that vibrates between our bodies like a second heartbeat.This isnât a wedding. This is a reckoning.Itâs been two months since the attack. Since we buried the version of ourselves that believed peace was simple. Since the miscarriage nearly gutted me and nearly broke him. We never truly healedâwe just got sharper. Meaner. Closer.Now here we are.Standing in front of one another, dressed in white. Of course we are. My dress is silk and sin, molded to every curve, the neckline scandalously low because I like how it makes him look at me. His suit is customâjet black, sharp, almost cruel in its cutâand yet, somehow, he looks l
Last Updated: 2025-09-30
Revenge With Step-Daddy
âYou sure you wanna do this, baby girl?â
His voice is a growl against my ear as he lifts me onto the cold marble island.
One hand grips my thigh. The other tangles in my hair. âBecause once I have youâŚâ He leans in, breath hot, filthy. âIâm not letting you go.â
This story contains explicit sexual content, profanity, morally gray characters, and themes of seduction, manipulation, and obsession. It is strictly intended for readers 18+ only. Read at your own delicious risk.
Lana runs straight into heartbreak when she catches her boyfriend in her motherâs bed. Humiliated and furious, she leaves home with one goal in mind â to take back the power her mother stole from her.
She finds herself at the mansion of Roman Vale, her motherâs newly married billionaire husband. Cold, controlled, and emotionally distant, Roman agrees to let her stay, believing itâs only temporary.
But Lana isnât there for comfort.
She starts a dangerous game, tempting the one man she should never touch. Roman fights the attraction, determined to keep his distance, but the tension between them grows stronger with every passing day.
What begins as revenge slowly turns into obsession.
What begins as temptation becomes something neither of them can control.
And once they cross the line, thereâs no going back.
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Chapter: Chapter 40 â The Threat Escalates (Roman’s POV) “You’re screwing your stepdaughter. The press is calling you a predator. The board wants your head. And you stand there like you’re above it all?”“I am above it.” I round the desk, step into her space. She doesn’t back up. “Because what I feel for Lana isn’t some cheap fuck to fill a void. It’s real. It’s consuming. And yeah, it started messy. But it’s mine now. Ours. You don’t get to rewrite that.”She wipes her face with the back of her hand, smearing lipstick. “You never wanted me. Not even a little. Why?”I exhale through my nose. “Because you’re poison, Valentina. You smile like you care, but everything you touch turns rotten. I saw it the first time we met. You flirted like it was currency. You calculated every word. I needed a wife on paper, not a viper in my bed.”“So you married m
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Chapter: Chapter 39 â She Shows Up (Roman’s POV) My office door flies open so hard it bounces off the stopper. Security’s voices echo down the hall, arguing, but Valentina’s already inside, heels clicking like gunshots on the marble. She’s in full war paint: red lipstick, black dress cut low enough to remind me she’s still trying. Her hair’s wild, eyes glittering with something dangerous. I don’t stand. I lean back in my chair, fingers steepled, and watch her like she’s a mildly interesting bug that just crawled across my desk. “Valentina,” I say, voice flat. “You didn’t call ahead.” She slams both palms on my desk, leaning forward so her tits nearly spill out. “You think I need an appointment to see my own husband?” “Ex-husband, technically. Papers are being drawn up as we speak.” Her laugh is sharp, bitter. “Oh, we’re do
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Chapter: Chapter 38 â Mommy Returns(Lanaâs POV) I push through the side gate because the front is still crawling with paparazzi, their flashes popping like gunfire every time someone twitches a curtain. My duffel bangs against my hip with every step. I just need one night. One fucking night to breathe before the sky falls completely. I donât even know if sheâs home. Last I heard she was in Milan, probably riding some twenty-year-old model while Romanâs credit card paid the hotel bill. The pool lights glow an eerie blue across the patio. I slide the glass door open and my stomach drops. Valentina is right there, sprawled on the chaise in that silk robe she thinks makes her look expensive. Wine glass dangling from her fingers like sheâs posing for a magazine shoot. She doesnât jump when she sees me. She just lifts one perfectly arched brow and smiles that slow, venomous smile that used to make me feel two inches tall. âWell, well,â she drawls, voice dripping honey and razor blades. âLook who finally dragged her s
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Chapter: Chapter 37 â Memory Montage(Roman's POV) I storm back inside, boots leaving gravel dust on the marble. The house feels bigger now, colder, every echo mocking me. I head straight for the master suite, our suite, the one she started sleeping in every night without asking. The doorâs ajar. I shove it open. Bed made. Too perfect. She didnât sleep here last night; we slept in the guest room. My side still smells like her shampoo. Her side is untouched, pillow fluffed like nobody ever laid there. I yank open the closet. Half her clothes are gone. The red lace set I bought her last week, the little black dress she wore to the gala, the silk robe I loved peeling off her slow. Missing. âGoddamn it, Lana,â I mutter, slamming the door so hard the frame rattles. âYou think you can just pack up my favorite pieces of you and walk?â I drop onto the bench at the foot of the bed, elbows on knees, head in my hands. The necklace chain digs into my palm again. I open my fist, stare at the tiny diamond. Itâs scratched now, fr
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Chapter: Chapter 36 â Breakdown(Romanâs POV) Iâm halfway up the stairs when Maria catches me in the foyer. âMr. Vale,â she says, voice small. âMiss Lana⌠she left, sir. About an hour ago. Hoodie up, small bag over her shoulder. She walked out the side gate. Didnât take the car. Didnât say a word to me.â The words land like a fist to the gut. âShe what?â Maria nods, eyes down. âI asked if she needed anything. She just shook her head and kept walking. Looked like sheâd been crying.â I donât answer. I take the rest of the stairs two at a time, heart already slamming. The guest room doorâs cracked open. I push it wide. Empty. Sheets still twisted from last night, pillow dented where her head rested against my chest while she slept. Closet doors hang open, a few hangers swinging empty like theyâre mocking me. Bathroom light off, counter wiped clean, no tubes of that cherry lip gloss she always leaves everywhere. No trace of her perfume hanging in the air, that sweet vanilla-and-sex scent that used to d
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Chapter: Chapter 35 â The Contract Reveal(Lanaâs POV) I canât sit still. The mansion feels like a cage today. Paparazzi swarm the gates like flies on roadkill, cameras flashing every time a curtain twitches. Iâve got the blinds shut tight, but the light still bleeds through in thin, accusing stripes across the floor.My phone keeps buzzing on the coffee table like itâs possessed, notifications stacking so fast the screen glitches. Friends from college: âLana wtf is this photo???â Classmates I havenât talked to in years: âYou okay???â Random strangers in my DMs: dick pics, hate messages, âSlut,â âGold-digger,â âHow much does he pay you per fuck?â I mute everything, but the shame still curls in my chest like thick black smoke. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted Mom to feel even a fraction of what I felt walking in on her and Larry. I wanted to take something from her the way she took everything from me. But this? This is hell. My face plastered everywhere, topless on his desk like some cheap porn still, people dissecting ev
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The Doctor Wife: A Bratva possession
His blood is still on my hands when he presses me to the wall.
He's not kissing me yet, just his breath at my throat and his fingers tugging the waistband of my scrubs like he owns whatâs under them.
"I kill for you, doctor," he growls, voice thick with threat and worship. "The least you can do is stop pretending you donât like it."
I should run, instead, I tilt my chinâand dare him to try.
Dr. Elena Vance never meant to save a mafia king.
One moment, sheâs leaving a trauma shift. The next, sheâs elbow-deep in blood, patching up a man with a gun under his belt and death in his eyes.
That man is Dante Volkov. Russiaâs most wanted heir. New Yorkâs rising Pakhan. And now? Elenaâs captor.
His offer is simple: Marry him or disappear forever.
She bargains for three months.Three months to resist the Bratvaâs crown prince.
Three months to prove sheâs no oneâs possession.
But Dante doesnât play fair. He wages war with his hands, his mouth, his voiceâclaiming Elena in every room, every breath, every ruined rule.
And as old enemies rise and family blood spills, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear:
Elena isnât just married to the mob. Sheâs becoming one of them.
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Chapter: chapter 23 â the FuckElena's POV I don't think, I just lunge, grabbing his collar with both fists, yanking him rough, and slam my mouth against his, teeth knockin', tongues tanglin' wild like we're both tryin' to win a fight neither of us wants to end. He groans deep in his throat, hands clamping on my ass, lifting me up like I weigh nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct while he spins us, slamming my back against the door so hard the wood shakes and my breath punches out. "Fuck, Elena," he mutters against my lips, bitin' my bottom one just hard enough to sting, "you kiss like you wanna kill me." I dig my nails into his neck, scratchin' deep enough to leave marks, tastin' the faint copper of blood where I bite him back. "Maybe I do, you possessive bastard. Maybe I wanna make you bleed for draggin' me into this." He laughs ragged, one hand slidin' up under my shirt, palm hot and calloused against my bare skin, thumb grazin' the underside of my breast while he grinds his hips forward, l
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Chapter: Chapter 22 â The Breaking PointElenaâs POVThe storm rolls in angry, like itâs got a personal grudge against the whole damn city. Wind slams the estate walls hard enough to make the windows groan. Lightning rips the sky every few seconds, bleaching the bedroom white, then yanks the light away again. Then the power cuts. No flicker, no courtesy buzz. Just gone. The house goes quiet except for the rain pounding the roof like automatic fire. Generators shouldâve kicked on by now. Nothing. I bolt upright in bed, heart already hammering. Darkness presses in thick, the kind that knows exactly where all your old fears are buried. Iâm ten years old again, alone in that roach-infested apartment while Mom pulled doubles and Dad snored through another bottle. Shadows used to feel like they were waiting to swallow me whole. Still do. I hate how fast it turns me small. Down the hall I hear boots movingâDanteâs men, low voices, radios spitting static. Theyâre on edge, weapons probably already in hand. Me? Iâm just trying no
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Chapter: Chapter 21 â The BreachDanteâs POVThe burner buzzes on my desk like itâs got a personal grudge. I snatch it up, thumb the answer without looking.âTalk.âNicoâs voice comes through tight. âViktorâs moving, boss. Moscow contacts say heâs liquidating assets, pulling strings with the old guard. Private charter booked to JFK next week. Heâs coming for New York. Ports. Everything.âMy grip cracks the plastic. âHeâs got balls showing his face after the wedding stunt. Whoâs feeding him intel?ââSomeone inside. Close. Port route files went missing two days ago. Only a handful got access.âI hang up. The room feels smaller, walls pressing in. Viktor. My own blood. The same prick who used to steal my food when we were kids in St. Petersburg alleys, now trying to steal my empire. Rage boils hot, the kind that makes me want to put my fist through something till it bleeds.I shove back from the desk, chair crashing against the wall. âNico!â I bark into the burner.He answers fast. âBoss?ââGet every file on the ports.
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Chapter: Chapter 20 â The TeaseElenaâs POV Two weeks since the wedding and Danteâs still playing saint like itâs a religion he invented just to torture me. He comes home smelling like gun oil and bourbon, looks at me like he wants to eat me alive, then walks away to his office or the gym or wherever the hell he goes to keep his hands off me. He hasnât touched me once. Not a finger. Not a kiss. Heâs holding the three-month line like itâs carved into his bones, waiting for me to break first. He thinks Iâll beg. Heâs wrong. Tonight I make him suffer until heâs the one on his knees. I pull on one of his white dress shirts, leave it unbuttoned low enough that the inner curves of my breasts show every time I move. Nothing underneath. No bra, no panties, hem hitting mid-thigh when I walk. Hair down and messy from running my fingers through it. Bare legs, bare feet. I catch my reflection in the hallway mirror and smile. Dangerous. Perfect. ***** The study door is cracked. I push it open and step inside. Danteâs a
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Chapter: chapter 19 â Truth or ConsequencesElena's POV âPretty much. She called me a high-priced whore, said youâd toss me when the green-card papers dry. I told her to know her place. She swung. I swung back harder. Soup happened. End of story.âSvetlana whirls on me. âYou see? She admits it! Sheâs violent! SheâsâââQuiet,â Dante says. One word. Flat. She shuts up like someone cut her strings.He steps forward, stops between us, eyes on me the whole time. Then he laughs.Not a chuckle. A real, deep, rolling laugh that starts low in his chest and fills the whole damn dining room. His head tips back, shoulders shaking, like I just told the funniest fucking joke heâs heard in years.Svetlana freezes mid-sob, mascara-streaked face confused.He finally looks at her, still grinning, eyes glittering dark. âGo to your room. Stay there. And if I hear one more word out of you tonight, Iâll have you shipped to the summer house in Siberia with nothing but the dress youâre wearing. Move.âShe stares at him, mouth open, soup still drippin
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Chapter: Chapter 18 â Soup and ScreamsElena's POV She jerks hard, trying to rip her wrists free. I donât let her. Instead I shove her forward, slamming her hips into the table edge so she bends over the mahogany, face inches from my plate.âYou wanna take something?â I say low, right in her ear. âStart with this.âI snatch the steaming tureen of tomato bisque from the warmer, tip it slow and deliberate. Thick red soup pours down the front of her crimson dress, soaking silk, staining everything darker, dripping onto the rug in fat splats. She shrieks, high and feral, hands flapping useless at the scalding mess.âYou bitch! This is Versace! You ruined it!ââWas Versace,â I correct, setting the empty tureen down with a clink. âNow itâs trash. Like your attitude. Suits you better this way, donât you think? All messy and pathetic.âShe spins, mascara already streaking, chest heaving. âYou think this makes you tough? You think spilling soup scares me? Youâre nothing. A temporary fuck heâll toss out when heâs done playing house
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Ruthless Desires (18+)
He was supposed to be a fantasy. A younger man with a filthy mouth and a dangerous smile.
But when Aria lied about her age, she didnât expect Logan to show up at her doorâwith a hard-on, a temper, and a past soaked in blood.
Aria Monroe is rich, powerful, and lonely. At thirty-eight, sheâs tired of fake friends, shallow men, and pretending she doesnât crave something real. On a whim, she uploads a younger photo to a dating app⌠and gets matched with Logan Reedâa cocky, ex-military heartthrob ten years her junior.
Their connection? Instant. Addictive. Dangerous.
But when Logan finds out she lied, he doesnât walk away.
He comes closer.
He kisses her like a punishment.
He fucks her like revenge.
And when threats begin circling her life like vultures, Logan turns savage.
Heâll kill for her. Bleed for her. Burn down her world to keep her.
Even if she fights him every step of the way.
Age means nothing when obsession takes over.
But Aria's secrets run deeper than her liesâŚ
And Loganâs darkness? Itâs just beginning.
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Chapter: Chapter 53 â Reckless Devotion (Loganâs POV)âYou wonât,â I swear, cupping her face like sheâs the only thing anchoring me. "Iâd burn this whole fucking world before I let anything come between us again.âHer eyes flicker. Something shifts. And then she leans in, her lips brushing mineânot a kiss, just a promise. A silent I believe you.But that soft moment? It lasts exactly three seconds.Because the second she exhales my name, all calm burns to ash.âLoganâŚâ she breathes, voice barely there.âYeah, Baby?â I whisper, thumb tracing her cheek.âProve it.âAnd just like that, I'm gone.My mouth crashes into hers, no hesitation. No gentleness. Just months of obsession, of war, of almost losing her. Tongue, teeth, heat, her gasp pouring into me like oxygen, like a goddamn drug.She tastes like trust and salt and everything Iâve ever been too fucked up to deserve.I grip the back of her thighs and lift her straight off the bed, her robe slipping open, those soft bare legs wrapping tight around my waist.Her fingers fis
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Chapter: Chapter 52 â The Trust (Loganâs POV)Her heart is breaking, and I can see it.And for the first goddamn time⌠I donât know if I can fix it before she believes the lie.So I donât try. I turn and walk. Not because Iâm guilty. Not because Iâm ashamed. But because if I stay there a second longer watching that flicker of doubt take root in her eyes, Iâll fucking lose it.My boots hit the stairs heavy, like thunder down the marble. The mansion stretches around me, cold and silent. I head straight for my room. Slam the door behind me. The sound echoes like a shot.I pace.Back and forth like a caged animal, heart hammering in my ribs.She canât believe her.She knows me. Sheâs supposed to know me.I drag my hand through my hair, fist clenched so tight my knuckles scream.Why didnât I throw Sophia out sooner? Why didnât I see this coming?Because I underestimated her.Because I let one moment of controlâone choice to make Sophia hear the rejection with her own damn earsâbecome fuel for her game.I grab the whiske
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Chapter: Chapter 51 â Rejection(Loganâs POV)Her gasp is sharp when I jerk her head back. The perfume sheâs wearing is expensive but too sweet, like itâs trying too hard.âTry again,â I growl, my fingers tight in her hair. âTell me what youâre actually doing in my room at two in the morning.âShe swallows hard, but she doesnât pull away. If anything, she arches her back a little, lips parted like sheâs trying to look wanton. âIâm not looking for love, Logan,â she says softly. âIâm not stupid.âMy mouth curves in something that isnât a smile. âGood start. Keep talking.ââI know what you and Aria have,â she breathes, eyes flicking over my chest. âBut youâre young. Sheâs older. She canât give you what you need, not really. Youâve got too much fire in you to waste it. And meâŚâ Her tongue wets her bottom lip. âI donât mind being a side girl. No drama. No fighting. Just⌠satisfaction. Youâll like it. I promise.âI bark out a low, humorless laugh. âJesus Christ, Sophia. Do you rehearse this in the mirror, or do you wing i
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Chapter: Chapter 50 âThe Return(Ariaâs POV)The knock comes just after midnight.Iâm barefoot in the kitchen, pouring wine. The knock is softâtoo soft to be Logan. Itâs hesitant. AlmostâŚhopeful.For a second, I think about ignoring it. Let them knock all damn night. But something pulls me toward the door anyway.When I open it, the hallway light spills out and frames herâSophiaâstanding there like she never tore me in two.Her mascaraâs smudged. Sheâs wearing one of those oversized sweaters that always slip off one shoulder like a calculated accident. No makeup except the remnants of what mustâve been a very long day. Or a long cry.She doesnât speak at first. Just stands there on my doorstep, fingers twisted in her sleeve, eyes glassy.And for a heartbeat, I want to slam the door.But instead, I say, âYouâve got some fucking nerve.âSophia exhales, her lips twitching with something almost like a laughâbut itâs broken. âI deserve that.âI lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, rage bubbling just beneath my skin.
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Chapter: Chapter 49 â The Aftermath(Ariaâs POV)Thatâs the push and pull, Baby Girl, he murmurs, kissing my shoulder. You push, I pull, and we burn the whole world down.I donât answer. I just shiver and let him hold me, the taste of him still on my tongue and the echo of his voice still in my bones.My body is boneless beneath him, wrecked and stretched and trembling. My thighs are sticky, my throat raw from screaming his name, and I can still feel the aftershocks twitching in my belly.He shifts above me, not pulling out, just softening inside me like he has no intention of letting me go.âBreathe, Baby,â he murmurs, kissing the back of my neck. âYouâre still shaking.âI try. But my chest is tight. My headâs spinning and Iâm not sure if itâs afterglow⌠or panic.Because God help meâwhat the hell are we doing?âYou didnât have to be so rough,â I whisper, voice hoarse.He lifts his head, brushing my hair away to look at me. His expression is unreadableâsomewhere between regret and pride.âYou were spiraling,â he says.
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Chapter: Chapter 48 â Collision(Ariaâs POV) âToo slow.â His grin is wicked. âNow you deal with what you started.âHe lets go of my wrists only long enough to rip my shirt open â buttons scatter across the floor like tiny marbles â and the cool air hits my bare skin. My nipples tighten instantly. He palms my breasts, rough thumbs dragging across my nipples until my back arches off the bed.âFuck, youâre beautiful when you hate me,â he mutters, biting at my collarbone. âAll that fire, and still you melt.âHis mouth trails down, sucking bruises into my skin, wet and biting at the same time, until heâs at my stomach. He drags his tongue low, slow, over the edge of my panties.âStill telling yourself you donât want this?â he asks, his breath hot against my skin.âLoganâŚâ Itâs half a plea, half a warning.âYeah, Baby Girl?â His fingers hook the waistband of my panties and drag them down my thighs, knuckles grazing my hips. âStill dripping.âHe parts my legs with his shoulders, hands sliding under my thighs to hold them
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