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Rosa’s POVI tried to sleep after he left the room but every inch of my skin still remembered him like he'd left permanent marks, the heavy press of his body hovering over mine, knee wedged between my thighs, hands braced on either side of my head, close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off him even through his damp coat. The robe clung to my skin, sticky with sweat, his scent cedar and rain and something darker wrapping around me like he was still here, still pressing me down. I shifted under the covers, thighs rubbing together, and a spark shot straight through me hot and sharp and impossible to ignore. I squeezed my eyes shut willing it away but the ache only grew, spreading low and insistent, making my breath hitch.I've never been ashamed to admit I could take care of myself when I needed to, I wasn't naive, I knew my body better than anyone, back at the dorm I had my toys tucked away in the drawer, the kind that buzzed quietly under the blankets and got the job done f

Raffaele’s POVI stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door softly behind me so the click wouldn’t wake her. My coat was still damp from the rain, clinging to my shoulders like a second skin, but I didn’t stop to change. Rosa’s voice was still echoing in my head—sharp, defiant, trembling just enough to make me want to go back in there and pull her close again. I shoved the thought down. Later. Right now I had someone else to deal with.Klaus was waiting in the hallway, arms folded, expression blank the way it always went when he knew I was pissed. “She okay?”“She’s resting.” I kept walking toward the elevator. “You stay here. No one in, no one out. Not even the cleaning staff. You see anyone who doesn’t belong, you handle it.”“Got it.” He fell into step beside me. “You going after the kid?”“Yeah. Mateo.” The name tasted like acid. “He was too close last night, arm around her chair. Pouring drinks. Laughing like nothing happened. Either he did it or he knows who did.”Klaus nodd

Rosa’s POVMy breath caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat the moment his knee settled between my legs and his hands braced on either side of my head. The mattress dipped under his weight, caging me in without crushing me, close enough that I could feel the damp chill of his coat against the thin silk of the robe, close enough that the scent of rain and cedar and him filled every inhale. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure he could feel it where our chests almost touched. I stared up at him, pupils blown wide, skin too hot, too tight, every nerve screaming while my brain scrambled for something sharp to throw back at him.He noticed. Of course he noticed. His eyes darkened as they tracked the way my chest rose and fell too fast, the way my lips parted on a shaky exhale. That low teasing voice of his rolled over me like smoke. “You can lie to yourself all you want, Rosa, but your body doesn’t lie to me.”I shoved at his chest—weakly, pathetically—palms flat

Rosa’s POVThe second I realized he’d seen me flip the photo my face caught fire all over again. I stood there frozen in his office doorway, robe slipping off one shoulder, heart slamming so loud I was sure he could hear it. I’d been caught red-handed snooping through his things, touching something that clearly meant more to him than the rest of this cold penthouse ever could. The frame had been heavy in my hand, the glass cool against my skin.Before I could even stammer out an apology, the memory from last night crashed back in full color: me bent over on the bed, puking violently all over his expensive suit while he held my hair back with surprising gentleness, murmuring something low and soothing in Italian that I’d been too sick to translate. My cheeks burned deeper, the kind of red that probably glowed in the dark. Humiliation clawed at my throat. I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole, to disappear into the marble and never resurface.Raffaele stepped closer, rain stil

Rosa’s POVI woke up slowly, light leaked through heavy curtains in thin gold stripes across the bed. My mouth tasted like metal and regret.My head throbbed in time with my heartbeat. I tried to sit up and the room tilted so hard I had to grab the sheets to stay upright.That’s when I noticed Kylie curled on the edge of the mattress beside me, knees tucked up, one hand resting near mine like she’d fallen asleep mid-reach.I turned my head toward her and winced as pain lanced behind my eyes. The small movement was enough. Kylie stirred, blinked awake, and sat up fast.“Rosa?” Her voice cracked on my name as she reached out immediately, palm pressing to my forehead. “You’re cooler. Thank God. How do you feel?”I swallowed and it hurt. “Like someone ran me over with a truck. What… what happened?”Kylie exhaled long and shaky. “Between throwing up all night, talking complete gibberish, and finally breaking your fever around dawn, you’re alright now. Everything’s fine.”I stared at her, p

Raffaele’s POVThe doctor stepped back from the bed, peeling off his gloves with that calm practiced snap that always made me want to punch something. “Her drink was spiked,” he said, voice level like he was reading a weather report. “Rohypnol most likely, judging by the symptoms and the timeline. She didn’t ingest enough alcohol for this level of reaction, but the combination amplified it.”My eyes snapped up to him. “Is that why she’s burning up? I thought she was just drunk.”He shook his head, already packing his kit. “No. The fever is her body fighting the drug and the dehydration that came after. She’s stable now. I’ve started the drip, fluids and anti-nausea meds. Keep her hydrated when she wakes. She’ll be groggy, possibly confused for a few hours. Call me if her temperature spikes again or she starts vomiting uncontrollably. I left a prescription for something to help with the headache tomorrow.”I nodded once, jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. “Thank you.”He gave me a qui

Liora's POVA year had passed in a blur of waiting tables, scrubbing floors at the local diner, and stacking shelves at the corner store until my hands cracked and my back screamed. Anything to scrape together enough for tuition.Mom had tried…God, she’d tried, picking up extra shifts at the nursing home, but it wasn’t enough. So I hustled. Applied for every scholarship under the sun, begged for extensions on bills, and finally, finally pieced together a fragile path to Blackthorn College. Environmental Science major. It fit…studying ecosystems, conservation, the wild things that lurked just beyond the civilized world. Felt poetic somehow, like I was chasing shadows in the forest.And Blackthorn? Prestigious enough to change my life, remote enough to feel like an escape.I zipped my duffel bag shut, the zipper catching on a frayed edge like it didn’t want me to go. Mom stood in the doorway of our tiny apartment, arms crossed over her faded floral dress, eyes misty but proud.“You sure

Liora's POV He took me again and again, through the long, hazy stretch of the night, until the line between pain and pleasure blurred into something I couldn’t name. Every time I thought I’d reached my limit, muscles trembling, breath ragged, body slick with sweat, he slowed down just enough to pull me back from the edge, only to push me over it again. His hands were everywhere, bruising my hips, tangling in my hair, pinning my wrists above my head while he drove into me with a rhythm that felt both punishing and reverent. I lost count of how many times I came undone beneath him, how many times his name tore from my throat like a prayer.By the last round, I was shaking, oversensitive, every thrust sending sharp sparks of too-much through me. My thighs burned, my core ached, but I still arched into him, greedy for the way he filled me, claimed me. When he finally spilled inside me one final time, a low, broken groan rumbling from his chest, I collapsed against the sheets, boneless a

Liora's POVMy body was a live wire, humming with need as Ronan hovered over me, his eyes burning into mine like he could see every secret I’d ever hidden. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with the scent of chlorine from outside and something muskier—us, tangled in this reckless moment. His belt was undone, jeans pushed low on his hips, and I could feel the heat of him pressing close, the tension between us like a storm about to break. My heart hammered so loud I swore he could hear it, feel it against his chest where my hands still clutched at himHe didn’t rush with me. Instead, he dipped his head, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was slower this time, deeper, his tongue sliding against mine in lazy strokes that made my toes curl. I sighed into him, my fingers tracing down his back, feeling the ridges of muscle shift under my touch. He tasted like forbidden things—smoke and sin and the kind of danger that made my pulse raceHis hand trailed down my side, fingers brushing the

Liora's POVMy breath hitchedHe was so close, closer than anyone had ever been.The air between us felt charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. His eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto mine, and I couldn’t look away. My skin prickled under his gaze, the alcohol buzzing in my veins making everything sharper, hotter. I should’ve bolted, pushed past him and run back to the chaos downstairs, but my feet stayed rooted, my body betraying me with a heat I didn’t recognize“What are the odds,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room, “of her walking into this room right now”I blinked. “Her?”“You.” He stepped closer again, closing the gap until I could feel the warmth radiating off his chest. “You seem frightened.” His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile, more like a predator spotting easy prey. “I’m obsessed with frightened”The words sent a shiver down my spine, but it wasn’t fear, not entirely. My hands were shaking now, visibly, and

Liora's POV It was a bad idea to be at a pool party. I mean, I wasn’t built for this. The music thumped so hard the glass doors rattled, bass crawling under my skin like it wanted to live there. End-of-year graduation. Everyone was screaming about college next fall like the world was handing out golden tickets. Normally I’d be home with my nose in a textbook or pretending my phone was more interesting than people. But Lisa, my best friend, the queen bee who could make a room full of strangers feel like they’d known her forever—had decided the entire senior class deserved to drown in her parents’ infinity pool.So here I was. Liora Vance. The charity-case shadow. The girl who got invited because Lisa refused to leave me behind.All around me, bodies glistened under string lights. Girls in barely-there bikinis laughing too loud, boys in board shorts flexing like they were auditioning for a thirst trap. Boobs bounced everywhere. Dicks got talked about like they were the main event. “G