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Marcy E. 💗
Marcy E. 💗
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Novels by Marcy E. 💗

STEP-DADDY'S SIN

STEP-DADDY'S SIN

When Ivy returns home for the summer, she’s not the wide-eyed girl her billionaire stepfather raised after her mother’s death. She’s twenty-one now—sharp-tongued, sexy, and trouble in heels. The little girl is gone. In her place is a brat who knows exactly how to push Alexander Wolfe’s 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 eyes—every 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 Ivy’s dangerous ex resurfaces and an unexpected pregnancy shakes their world. Alexander will be forced to choose between keeping his twisted desires in the dark… Or claiming his little girl in the most sinful way possible. He raised her like a daughter. Now, he’s ready to make her his wife.
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Chapter: Ch. 1 — The Beginning
Title: My Mother’s Husband Isn’t Supposed to Want Me Chapter 1 Ivory's POV The cab rolls to a stop outside the massive iron gates just as the sky bleeds into deep purple. I stare through the tinted window at the sprawling estate I swore I’d never come crawling back to. My chest feels tight, like someone’s squeezing my lungs until they burn. New York was supposed to be my fresh start, my big break in modeling, the endless parties, the influencer dream that was going to make me somebody. Instead it chewed me up, spat me out broke, humiliated, and completely shattered. Coming home feels like stepping straight into quicksand. Every second the tires crunch up the long driveway, I sink a little deeper. Why does this place still have the power to make me feel so small? I’m twenty-three, not thirteen. Get it together, Ivory. Before I can even knock, the heavy front door swings open. Austin stands there, filling the frame like he owns the damn air around him. Crisp black shirt, sl
Last Updated: 2026-04-21
Chapter: Chapter 70 — Epilogue
One and a half Year LaterIvy’s POVThe mansion is quiet… too quiet.And that usually means two things: either something’s broken, or my husband and our son are up to no good.Spoiler alert: it’s both.I round the corner into the sunken living room—and there they are. My entire world. Chaos and charm wrapped in two very dangerous packages.Alexander’s 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 it’s a jungle gym. He’s got Alexander’s dark hair and my eyes, with this smirk that’s definitely not innocent. His tiny hand tugs at his father’s chain, and the other is holding… oh my God.“Is that—” I gasp. “Did he break your Rolex?!”Alexander lifts his head like he’s not even the slightest bit concerned. “Technically, he dismantled it. That’s innovation.”“Alexander!”He shrugs. “He’s got good taste.”“Our son is chewing on a watch that costs more than my entire degree!”“He’s a Wolfe, sweethe
Last Updated: 2025-10-02
Chapter: Chapter 69 — The Pregnancy Reveal
Ivy’s POVTwo months after the weddingI stare at the stick in my hand like it might explode.No—scratch that. I’m 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 Alexander’s 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 down—but I can’t. My body’s 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. There’s 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 doesn’t feel broken. It feels... ready. Like my heart knew before my brain did.A quiet knock at the bathro
Last Updated: 2025-10-02
Chapter: Chapter 68 – The Claiming
Alexander’s POVShe’s still shaking. Wrecked from my mouth.Eyes glazed. Thighs trembling. Lips swollen from all her moaning. And fuck, her pussy’s pulsing—clenching around nothing like it’s begging to be filled.“Color?” I ask, low and rough.She swallows hard. Her voice is hoarse when she whispers, “Green, Daddy.”Goddamn 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.“Look at you.” My voice is gravel and want. “Fucking dripping for me. Begging without saying a word.”I lean down, lips brushing her ear. “Do you know how dangerous that is, Baby Girl? Offering yourself like this to a man like me?”She whimpers, grinding back into me, completely gone for it.“Say it,” I growl, lining up behind her. “Say who owns you.”“You do,” she moans, breathless. “You fucking own me.”I slam into her in one brutal, claiming thrust—and we both break.Her scream tears through the room as her b
Last Updated: 2025-10-01
Chapter: Chapter 67 — The Night She Became Mine
Alexander’s POVThe second the door shuts behind us, I lock it. Not because I think someone’s coming in.But because the part of me that’s still fucking feral from almost losing her—wants the whole goddamn world out.She turns to me, all soft silk and flushed cheeks, and my body aches. My knuckles flex like they’re ready to break something if I don’t touch her soon.I reach behind me, pull my tie loose, and toss it to the floor. “Strip,” I say, voice low.Her breath catches. I watch her eyes dilate. Pupils blown wide with heat.She licks her lips. “Right here?” she whispers.I close the distance between us in two steps, grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger.“Where else, Mrs. Wolfe?” I murmur. “You belong to me now. That dress is just in my fucking way.”She shivers. And then— slowly, like she wants to drive me insane— 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
Last Updated: 2025-10-01
Chapter: Chapter 66 – The Vows (cont.)
Ivy’s POVMy heart’s not racing. It’s galloping.Fucking sprinting in my chest like it’s about to shatter my ribs and leap into his hands.Alexander’s vow still echoes inside me. Raw. Dark. Beautiful. It didn’t sound like a promise—it sounded like a claim. Like I just signed my soul away with a kiss and a smirk.And I don’t regret a goddamn second of it.He’s watching me now. Eyes locked. Breathing steady. Waiting.There’s always been this thing between us—dangerous, magnetic, like we’re 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.“I, Ivy,” I begin, my voice steady—deadly calm, like the pause before a storm, “take you, Alexander…”I pause, my lips curling at the corners. He raises an eyebrow like he knows what’s coming.“...not just as my husband,” I continue, stepping forward so there’s no air between us, “but as my master, my obsession, and my very favorite problem.”Jess lets
Last Updated: 2025-09-30
Revenge With Step-Daddy

Revenge With Step-Daddy

“You sure you wanna do this, baby girl?” 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. “Because once I have you…” He leans in, breath hot, filthy. “I’m not letting you go.” 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 mother’s bed. Humiliated and furious, she leaves home with one goal in mind — to take back the power her mother stole from her. She finds herself at the mansion of Roman Vale, her mother’s newly married billionaire husband. Cold, controlled, and emotionally distant, Roman agrees to let her stay, believing it’s only temporary. But Lana isn’t 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, there’s no going back.
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Chapter: Chapter 63 — obsession
(Roman’s POV) I spend the whole day buried in calls and emails, trying to kill the leak before it spreads. I don’t go near her. Not once. Every time I think about walking into the living room and seeing her face, that quiet sting from last night comes back. She lied. She went to him. And now the board is using her past like a weapon because of us.By evening the house feels too quiet. I end up at the home bar in the corner of the study wing, pouring a heavy glass of whiskey. The ice clinks loud in the silence. I take a long sip, letting the burn sit in my chest.Soft footsteps come down the hall. Lana appears in the doorway, still in the same clothes from this morning, hair loose like she’s been running her hands through it all day.She stops a few feet away, arms crossed. “You’ve been avoiding me since you walked out this morning. Why?”I set the glass down but don’t look at her right away. “Been busy. Trying to stop the board from dragging your name through the mud again.”“That’s
Last Updated: 2026-04-21
Chapter: Chapter 62 – The Obsession Begins
(Roman’s POV) The phone screen lights up on the nightstand, cutting through the dark like a blade.Carter: Choose yourself. I’m already clearing the path for you.I stare at the message, jaw tightening. This isn’t just business anymore. Carter isn’t offering her a brand. He wants her. Wants what’s mine. The way he says “choose yourself” sounds too much like “choose me instead.” I’m still buried inside Lana, her body soft and warm on top of mine, my cum still leaking out of her onto my skin. For one second everything felt perfect. Then this.Lana lifts her head, sees the message, and her whole body tenses against me.I pull out slowly, both of us hissing at the loss, and sit up against the headboard. My voice comes out quieter than I expect.“Why is he still texting you?”She sits up too, pulling the sheet over her lap. Her fingers twist in the fabric for a second before she answers.“I… I saw him this afternoon. Just for a little while. He wanted to show me the full brand plans.”Th
Last Updated: 2026-04-21
Chapter: Chapter 61 — The Text Message
(Lana's POV) I step closer. He reaches out, fingers brushing my waist lightly, not grabbing, just holding me there. His thumb strokes slow circles over my hip through my jeans.“You’ve been gone for hours, Baby Girl,” he murmurs, voice dropping rough. “Walking around this city while I’m losing my mind thinking about you. About how another man could be looking at what’s mine. How he could be offering you shit I should be the one giving you.”His hand slides up my side, light but deliberate, fingertips grazing the underside of my breast through my top. “It’s driving me fucking nuts. I need you. Need to taste that pretty pussy until you’re shaking. Need to bury my cock so deep inside you that you forget anyone else even exists.”I shiver, heat pooling low even as guilt twists in my gut. “Roman…”“Shh.” He pins me gently to the wall wit
Last Updated: 2026-04-15
Chapter: Chapter 60 – The Board Knife
(Lana’s POV)I’m halfway down the hallway when I hear Roman’s voice coming from his study — low, sharp, and edged with barely controlled anger.“No. I will not issue any statement distancing myself from her. She is not a liability. She is the woman I love.”I freeze just outside the door, heart already sinking.The person on the other end says something I can’t quite hear, but Roman’s reply is immediate and colder.“Then vote. Go ahead and vote me out. But understand this — if you leak one damaging story about Lana, if you try to paint her as the reason the company is bleeding, I will burn every bridge I have built in this city and take half your investors with me. She stays. End of discussion.”A pause. Then Roman’s voice drops even lower.“She faced the world for us. She helped put her own mother and that piece-of-shit ex in cuffs. She stood up when every headline called her a whore. And you want me to throw her under the bus so the stock price looks prettier? Fuck that. If the boar
Last Updated: 2026-04-14
Chapter: Chapter 59 —Possessive Fuck
(Roman's POV) I rip her panties down her thighs in one rough tug. She gasps, “Ahh—Roman—” but I’m already dropping to my knees behind her. I spread her ass with both hands and bury my face between her legs, licking her soaked pussy from behind in long, hungry strokes. She cries out the second my tongue drags up her soaked slit. “Ahh—fuck—yes—” I lick her like I’m starving, sucking her clit hard, then fucking her with my tongue, tasting how wet she already is for me. “Fuuuck—yes—” she moans, pushing back against my tongue. “Eat me—ahh—eat your pussy, Daddy.” I growl into her, sucking her clit hard while I slide two fingers deep inside her. She’s dripping, clenching around my fingers, the wet sounds obscene. I spank her ass once, sharp and loud. She cries out, “Oohhh—harder!” I slap the other cheek, harder, then fuck her with my tongue while my fingers curl inside her. “This pussy is still mine,” I sn
Last Updated: 2026-04-08
Chapter: Chapter 58 – Jealousy Ignites
(Roman’s POV) I hear the elevator ding and step into the foyer just as Lana walks through the door. She’s carrying a sleek black folder under her arm, and something in her posture is different — shoulders a little straighter, eyes brighter but guarded. She looks like she’s still turning something big over in her head. “Hey,” I say, voice low as I close the distance. “You were gone longer than I expected.” She sets the folder on the console table and meets my eyes. “I had lunch with Carter Voss.” The name lands like a stone in my gut. I stop a few feet away, studying her face. “Carter Voss. The same Carter who asked you to dance at the gala while I had my hand on your back?” “Yes.” She doesn’t flinch. “He wanted to talk. He made an offer.” I feel the first hot spark of jealousy flare in my chest. “What kind of offer?” She takes a breath, then says it straight. “A fashion line. Ready-to-wear and accessories. Under my own name — Lana. Full creative control. Voss would fund it an
Last Updated: 2026-04-07
The Doctor Wife: A Bratva possession

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 what’s under them. "I kill for you, doctor," he growls, voice thick with threat and worship. "The least you can do is stop pretending you don’t like it." I should run, instead, I tilt my chin—and dare him to try. Dr. Elena Vance never meant to save a mafia king. One moment, she’s leaving a trauma shift. The next, she’s elbow-deep in blood, patching up a man with a gun under his belt and death in his eyes. That man is Dante Volkov. Russia’s most wanted heir. New York’s rising Pakhan. And now? Elena’s captor. His offer is simple: Marry him or disappear forever. She bargains for three months.Three months to resist the Bratva’s crown prince. Three months to prove she’s no one’s possession. But Dante doesn’t play fair. He wages war with his hands, his mouth, his voice—claiming Elena in every room, every breath, every ruined rule. And as old enemies rise and family blood spills, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: Elena isn’t just married to the mob. She’s becoming one of them.
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Chapter: Chapter 43 — Table Claim
Dante’s POV I don’t waste a second.I shove her dress higher around her waist, yank her soaked panties to the side, and bury my face in her dripping pussy. My tongue drags flat and slow up her slit, tasting how wet she still is from coming on my fingers during the meeting.“Fuck— Dante!” she cries out, hands flying to my hair, pulling me closer. “Ahh— yes— right there—”I groan against her, sucking her swollen clit into my mouth, tongue flicking fast while two fingers slide back inside her tight heat. She’s soaked, walls fluttering around me instantly.“Mmmh— oh god— you’re going to make me come again already,” she moans, hips grinding against my face. “Oohhh— don’t stop— please—”I pump my fingers deeper, curling them hard against that spot inside her while I suck her clit relentlessly. “You were such a good girl in that meeting, baby. Soaking my hand while they talked business. Now I want to hear you scream for me on this table.”She arches off the mahogany, thighs trembling around
Last Updated: 2026-04-21
Chapter: Chapter 42 – The Boardroom Submission
Dante’s POV The heads of the five families sit around the massive mahogany table like vultures waiting for a corpse. Tension is thick enough to choke on. No one trusts anyone, least of all me right now. I lean back in the chair at the head, fingers steepled, watching them. Old Man Rossi from the Italians keeps tapping his pen. The Irish guy, Callahan, won’t stop cracking his knuckles. The Albanians and the two smaller crews look ready to draw on each other at any second. “Gentlemen,” I say, voice low and calm. “We’re here to talk business, not start another war. The drug route through the ports is worth twenty million a month if we do it right. Split properly. No one gets greedy.” Rossi snorts. “Easy for you to say, Volkov. You control the docks. We’re supposed to trust you won’t fuck us over the second the ink dries?” Callahan leans forward. “He’s got a point. Last time we trusted a Volkov, half our shipment disappeared and your brother Viktor was suddenly richer.” I smil
Last Updated: 2026-04-21
Chapter: chapter 41 —Defender
Elena’s POV Viktor’s eyes flash with pure rage. His hand snaps up, fingers wrapping around my throat, slamming me harder against the dryer. The metal is hot against my back, vibrating from the cycle still running inside.“You little cunt,” he snarls, blood still dripping from his torn lip onto my shirt. “You think biting me makes you tough? I like it when they fight. Makes breaking them so much sweeter.”I gasp for air, but I don’t look away. “Then you’re going to love this.”I bring my knee up hard between his legs. He twists at the last second so I only graze his thigh, but it’s enough to make him loosen his grip. I shove him back with everything I have.He stumbles, laughing through the pain. “Feisty. I told Dante you’d be fun. He doesn’t deserve a woman like you.”I wipe his blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. “And you deserve a bullet. Stay the hell away from me.”He lunges again, faster this time. His hand clamps around my wrist, twisting it painfully behind my back a
Last Updated: 2026-04-14
Chapter: Chapter 40 – The Laundry Room Ambush
Elena’s POV I can’t find Marta. I’ve checked the kitchen, the east wing, even the small sitting room she sometimes uses for sewing. Nothing. The estate feels too quiet today, the kind of quiet that makes the back of my neck itch. After what happened in the torture room last night, my nerves are still raw. I need to talk to someone who isn’t trying to fuck me or kill me. I head down to the basement. The laundry room is one of the few places Marta goes when she wants peace. The stairs are narrow and dimly lit. My bare feet make almost no sound on the concrete. The moment I push the door open, the warm, humid air hits me, thick with the scent of detergent and fabric softener. Rows of industrial machines hum quietly. Sheets and towels are folded in neat stacks on the long counter. “Marta?” I call softly. “You down here?” No answer. I step further in, scanning the space. “I just wanted to check on you after everything yesterday. You disappeared so fast.” Still nothing. I’m about t
Last Updated: 2026-04-14
Chapter: Chapter 39 — Becoming Volkov
Dante’s POV I pull out slow, watching my come leak out of her. Then I spin her around, lift her, and pin her to the wall again. She wraps her legs around my waist instantly, arms around my neck.I slide back inside her in one smooth thrust, both of us moaning at the same time.“Mmmh— still so full,” she whimpers, rolling her hips. “Don’t stop. I need you again.”I fuck her slow and deep this time, grinding against her clit with every thrust. “You liked watching me, didn’t you? You liked telling me how to make him scream.”She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. “Ahh— yes… I did. It turned me on. Seeing you like that… oohhh… so powerful.”I bite her neck, sucking a fresh mark. “You’re becoming a Volkov, baby. My perfect, filthy queen. Say it while I’m inside you.&
Last Updated: 2026-04-08
Chapter: Chapter 38 — Horror and Heat
Dante’s POV I pause, hammer raised. “Who sent you?”He gasps for air. “It was… Viktor. He paid me. Said it was a message. Said to aim to get the girl if I got the chance.”Elena’s breath catches beside me, but her voice stays steady. “See? He’s already more cooperative. Keep going. Next joint. The proximal interphalangeal. It’ll hurt worse there.”I look at her again. My voice is rough. “You sure you want to keep watching this?”She doesn’t blink. “I’m sure I want to know exactly who I married.”I set the hammer down and pick up a thin scalpel instead. The blade catches the swinging light.The prisoner’s eyes go wide. “No… no more… I told you everything!”“Not everything,” I say quietly. “You haven
Last Updated: 2026-04-08
Ruthless Desires (18+)

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 didn’t expect Logan to show up at her door—with a hard-on, a temper, and a past soaked in blood. Aria Monroe is rich, powerful, and lonely. At thirty-eight, she’s tired of fake friends, shallow men, and pretending she doesn’t crave something real. On a whim, she uploads a younger photo to a dating app… and gets matched with Logan Reed—a cocky, ex-military heartthrob ten years her junior. Their connection? Instant. Addictive. Dangerous. But when Logan finds out she lied, he doesn’t 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. He’ll 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 lies… And Logan’s darkness? It’s just beginning.
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Chapter: Chapter 53 — Reckless Devotion
(Logan’s POV)“You won’t,” I swear, cupping her face like she’s the only thing anchoring me. "I’d burn this whole fucking world before I let anything come between us again.”Her eyes flicker. Something shifts. And then she leans in, her lips brushing mine—not 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.“Logan…” she breathes, voice barely there.“Yeah, Baby?” I whisper, thumb tracing her cheek.“Prove it.”And 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 I’ve 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
Last Updated: 2026-02-12
Chapter: Chapter 52 — The Trust
(Logan’s POV)Her heart is breaking, and I can see it.And for the first goddamn time… I don’t know if I can fix it before she believes the lie.So I don’t try. I turn and walk. Not because I’m guilty. Not because I’m ashamed. But because if I stay there a second longer watching that flicker of doubt take root in her eyes, I’ll 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 can’t believe her.She knows me. She’s supposed to know me.I drag my hand through my hair, fist clenched so tight my knuckles scream.Why didn’t I throw Sophia out sooner? Why didn’t I see this coming?Because I underestimated her.Because I let one moment of control—one choice to make Sophia hear the rejection with her own damn ears—become fuel for her game.I grab the whiske
Last Updated: 2026-02-12
Chapter: Chapter 51 — Rejection
(Logan’s POV)Her gasp is sharp when I jerk her head back. The perfume she’s wearing is expensive but too sweet, like it’s trying too hard.“Try again,” I growl, my fingers tight in her hair. “Tell me what you’re actually doing in my room at two in the morning.”She swallows hard, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she arches her back a little, lips parted like she’s trying to look wanton. “I’m not looking for love, Logan,” she says softly. “I’m not stupid.”My mouth curves in something that isn’t a smile. “Good start. Keep talking.”“I know what you and Aria have,” she breathes, eyes flicking over my chest. “But you’re young. She’s older. She can’t give you what you need, not really. You’ve got too much fire in you to waste it. And me…” Her tongue wets her bottom lip. “I don’t mind being a side girl. No drama. No fighting. Just… satisfaction. You’ll like it. I promise.”I bark out a low, humorless laugh. “Jesus Christ, Sophia. Do you rehearse this in the mirror, or do you wing i
Last Updated: 2026-02-11
Chapter: Chapter 50 —The Return
(Aria’s POV)The knock comes just after midnight.I’m barefoot in the kitchen, pouring wine. The knock is soft—too soft to be Logan. It’s hesitant. Almost…hopeful.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 her—Sophia—standing there like she never tore me in two.Her mascara’s smudged. She’s wearing one of those oversized sweaters that always slip off one shoulder like a calculated accident. No makeup except the remnants of what must’ve been a very long day. Or a long cry.She doesn’t 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, “You’ve got some fucking nerve.”Sophia exhales, her lips twitching with something almost like a laugh—but it’s broken. “I deserve that.”I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, rage bubbling just beneath my skin.
Last Updated: 2026-02-11
Chapter: Chapter 49 – The Aftermath
(Aria’s POV)That’s the push and pull, Baby Girl, he murmurs, kissing my shoulder. You push, I pull, and we burn the whole world down.I don’t 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.“Breathe, Baby,” he murmurs, kissing the back of my neck. “You’re still shaking.”I try. But my chest is tight. My head’s spinning and I’m not sure if it’s afterglow… or panic.Because God help me—what the hell are we doing?“You didn’t have to be so rough,” I whisper, voice hoarse.He lifts his head, brushing my hair away to look at me. His expression is unreadable—somewhere between regret and pride.“You were spiraling,” he says.
Last Updated: 2026-02-10
Chapter: Chapter 48 — Collision
(Aria’s POV) “Too slow.” His grin is wicked. “Now you deal with what you started.”He lets go of my wrists only long enough to rip my shirt open — buttons scatter across the floor like tiny marbles — 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.“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you hate me,” he mutters, biting at my collarbone. “All that fire, and still you melt.”His mouth trails down, sucking bruises into my skin, wet and biting at the same time, until he’s at my stomach. He drags his tongue low, slow, over the edge of my panties.“Still telling yourself you don’t want this?” he asks, his breath hot against my skin.“Logan…” It’s half a plea, half a warning.“Yeah, Baby Girl?” His fingers hook the waistband of my panties and drag them down my thighs, knuckles grazing my hips. “Still dripping.”He parts my legs with his shoulders, hands sliding under my thighs to hold them
Last Updated: 2026-02-10
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