
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: Ch. 1 â The BeginningTitle: My Motherâs Husband Isnât 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 Iâd never come crawling back to. My chest feels tight, like someoneâs 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? Iâm 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 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
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 63 â obsession(Romanâs POV) I spend the whole day buried in calls and emails, trying to kill the leak before it spreads. I donât 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 sheâs been running her hands through it all day.She stops a few feet away, arms crossed. âYouâve been avoiding me since you walked out this morning. Why?âI set the glass down but donât look at her right away. âBeen busy. Trying to stop the board from dragging your name through the mud again.ââThatâs
Last Updated: 2026-04-21
Chapter: Chapter 62 â The Obsession Begins(Romanâs POV) The phone screen lights up on the nightstand, cutting through the dark like a blade.Carter: Choose yourself. Iâm already clearing the path for you.I stare at the message, jaw tightening. This isnât just business anymore. Carter isnât offering her a brand. He wants her. Wants whatâs mine. The way he says âchoose yourselfâ sounds too much like âchoose me instead.â Iâm 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.âWhy is he still texting you?âShe sits up too, pulling the sheet over her lap. Her fingers twist in the fabric for a second before she answers.âI⌠I saw him this afternoon. Just for a little while. He wanted to show me the full brand plans.âTh
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Chapter: Chapter 61 â 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
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Chapter: Chapter 60 â The Board Knife(Lanaâs POV)Iâm halfway down the hallway when I hear Romanâs voice coming from his study â low, sharp, and edged with barely controlled anger.âNo. I will not issue any statement distancing myself from her. She is not a liability. She is the woman I love.âI freeze just outside the door, heart already sinking.The person on the other end says something I canât quite hear, but Romanâs reply is immediate and colder.âThen vote. Go ahead and vote me out. But understand this â 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.âA pause. Then Romanâs voice drops even lower.âShe 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
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Chapter: Chapter 59 âPossessive Fuck (Roman's POV) I rip her panties down her thighs in one rough tug. She gasps, âAhhâRomanââ but Iâm 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. âAhhâfuckâyesââ I lick her like Iâm starving, sucking her clit hard, then fucking her with my tongue, tasting how wet she already is for me. âFuuuckâyesââ she moans, pushing back against my tongue. âEat meâahhâeat your pussy, Daddy.â I growl into her, sucking her clit hard while I slide two fingers deep inside her. Sheâs dripping, clenching around my fingers, the wet sounds obscene. I spank her ass once, sharp and loud. She cries out, âOohhhâharder!â I slap the other cheek, harder, then fuck her with my tongue while my fingers curl inside her. âThis pussy is still mine,â I sn
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Chapter: Chapter 58 â Jealousy Ignites(Romanâs POV) I hear the elevator ding and step into the foyer just as Lana walks through the door. Sheâs carrying a sleek black folder under her arm, and something in her posture is different â shoulders a little straighter, eyes brighter but guarded. She looks like sheâs still turning something big over in her head. âHey,â I say, voice low as I close the distance. âYou were gone longer than I expected.â She sets the folder on the console table and meets my eyes. âI had lunch with Carter Voss.â The name lands like a stone in my gut. I stop a few feet away, studying her face. âCarter Voss. The same Carter who asked you to dance at the gala while I had my hand on your back?â âYes.â She doesnât flinch. âHe wanted to talk. He made an offer.â I feel the first hot spark of jealousy flare in my chest. âWhat kind of offer?â She takes a breath, then says it straight. âA fashion line. Ready-to-wear and accessories. Under my own name â Lana. Full creative control. Voss would fund it an
Last Updated: 2026-04-07

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 43 â Table ClaimDanteâs POV I donât 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.âFuckâ Dante!â she cries out, hands flying to my hair, pulling me closer. âAhhâ yesâ right thereââI groan against her, sucking her swollen clit into my mouth, tongue flicking fast while two fingers slide back inside her tight heat. Sheâs soaked, walls fluttering around me instantly.âMmmhâ oh godâ youâre going to make me come again already,â she moans, hips grinding against my face. âOohhhâ donât stopâ pleaseââI pump my fingers deeper, curling them hard against that spot inside her while I suck her clit relentlessly. âYou 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.âShe arches off the mahogany, thighs trembling around
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Chapter: Chapter 42 â The Boardroom SubmissionDanteâs 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, wonât stop cracking his knuckles. The Albanians and the two smaller crews look ready to draw on each other at any second. âGentlemen,â I say, voice low and calm. âWeâre 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.â Rossi snorts. âEasy for you to say, Volkov. You control the docks. Weâre supposed to trust you wonât fuck us over the second the ink dries?â Callahan leans forward. âHeâs got a point. Last time we trusted a Volkov, half our shipment disappeared and your brother Viktor was suddenly richer.â I smil
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Chapter: chapter 41 âDefenderElenaâs POV Viktorâs 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.âYou little cunt,â he snarls, blood still dripping from his torn lip onto my shirt. âYou think biting me makes you tough? I like it when they fight. Makes breaking them so much sweeter.âI gasp for air, but I donât look away. âThen youâre going to love this.âI bring my knee up hard between his legs. He twists at the last second so I only graze his thigh, but itâs enough to make him loosen his grip. I shove him back with everything I have.He stumbles, laughing through the pain. âFeisty. I told Dante youâd be fun. He doesnât deserve a woman like you.âI wipe his blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. âAnd you deserve a bullet. Stay the hell away from me.âHe lunges again, faster this time. His hand clamps around my wrist, twisting it painfully behind my back a
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Chapter: Chapter 40 â The Laundry Room AmbushElenaâs POV I canât find Marta. Iâve 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 isnât 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. âMarta?â I call softly. âYou down here?â No answer. I step further in, scanning the space. âI just wanted to check on you after everything yesterday. You disappeared so fast.â Still nothing. Iâm about t
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Chapter: Chapter 39 â Becoming VolkovDante’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.&
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Chapter: Chapter 38 â Horror and HeatDante’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+)
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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