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Chapter 163Sophie’s POVThe cabin smelled like pine and fresh snow. We had driven up Friday night after Ryan finished work, barely speaking the whole way because the tension between us was so thick. Two days. Just us. No roommates. No parents. No excuses. The moment we stepped inside, Ryan dropped our bags and looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.“Bedroom,” he said, voice already rough. “Now.”I barely made it three steps before he grabbed me from behind, spinning me around and kissing me hard. His hands were everywhere, possessive and hungry, shoving my sweater up and yanking my bra down. I moaned into his mouth as he pinched my nipples, the sharp sting shoot straight between my legs.We did not even make it to the bed at first.He pushed me against the wooden wall, dropping to his knees and shoving my jeans down. The second his tongue touched my pussy I cried out, fingers tangling in his hair. He ate me like a man starved, sucking my clit hard while two fingers pushed d

Chapter 162Public Date Dare. Sophie’s POVThe weekend getaway was still two days away, but Ryan had been teasing me mercilessly all week. Every text, every whispered promise at work when no one was looking, made my panties wet. Tonight he took it further. He told me we were going on a proper date. Dinner at that fancy Italian place downtown. The one with dim lighting and private booths.What he did not tell me until we were seated was his real plan.“Under the table,” he said quietly, eyes dark with mischief as the waiter walked away. “Take your panties off and hand them to me.”My face burned. The restaurant was full. Soft jazz played. People chatted around us. But the thrill hit me hard between my legs. I glanced around nervously before slipping my hands under the long tablecloth. My fingers hooked into the lace and I slid them down my thighs, balling them up quickly. I passed the damp fabric to Ryan under the table. He smirked and tucked them into his pocket.“Good girl,” he mu

Chapter 161The First Real FuckSophie’s POVThe next few days after that first night were pure torture wrapped in sweetness. Ryan and I could barely keep our hands off each other whenever we were alone, but we still had to act normal around everyone else. Taking stolen kisses in his car. His hand sliding up my thigh under the dinner table with our friends. Every secret touch made me wetter than the last. I felt like a completely different person. My best friend had awakened something filthy and greedy inside me, and I could not get enough.Tonight we had the apartment to ourselves again. His roommate was gone for the weekend. The second the door closed, Ryan pushed me against the wall and kissed me like he had been starving for days. His hands roamed everywhere, squeezing my ass, tugging at my clothes until I stood there in just my bra and panties.“I got something for you,” he murmured against my neck, biting gently. “Something I think my little whore is going to love.”My stomach

Chapter 160The First Real FuckSophie’s POVThe front door creaked open and my heart nearly stopped.Ryan’s fingers were still buried deep inside me, my dress bunched around my waist, my pussy still fluttering from that insane orgasm. We both froze like guilty teenagers as his roommate’s voice called out from the hallway.“Ryan? You still up, man?”Ryan’s eyes met mine, wide with panic and leftover lust. Without thinking, he slowly pulled his fingers out of me, making me bite my lip to stop a whimper. My juices coated his hand. I could smell myself in the air, sweet and filthy. He quickly yanked my dress down just as footsteps approached the living room.“Yeah, we’re just chilling,” Ryan called back, voice impressively steady. “Sophie crashed here after the party.”I barely had time to fix my hair before his roommate poked his head in, gave us a tired wave, and headed to his room. The second his door clicked shut, Ryan looked at me like a man possessed.“Bedroom. Now.”He grabbed my

Chapter 159A Pretty Drunk Confession. Sophie’s POVThe party had died down hours ago, but the buzz in my veins refused to fade. Music still thumped faintly from someone’s forgotten speaker in the corner of Ryan’s living room. Empty bottles and red solo cups littered the coffee table. I was sprawled on his couch in that stupid short black dress I wore just to feel something, legs tucked under me, cheeks flushed from too many shots. Ryan sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. My best friend of eight years. The one person who knew every stupid secret I had.Except this one.The one where I had been fantasizing about his hands on me for longer than I cared to admit.“You’re staring again,” he said, voice low and a little rough from drinking. His eyes, warm brown and slightly hazy, locked onto mine. God, he looked good tonight. Messy dark hair, that worn gray t-shirt stretched across his chest, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with beer.I laughed nervously, but it ca

Chapter 158Breeding Ceremony. Lila’s POVThe altar still pulsed beneath me as Azrael lifted my cum-swollen body into his arms. My belly felt so heavy now, rounded and tight, sloshing with load after load of his glowing demonic seed. Every step he took made it shift inside me, sending fresh waves of filthy pleasure through my core. I clung to his neck, face buried against his warm obsidian skin, breathing in that intoxicating scent of smoke, sex, and pure corruption.“I am yours,” I whispered against his throat, voice hoarse from screaming. “Completely. I do not want my old life anymore. Just this. Just you filling me forever.”Azrael’s golden eyes glowed with dark triumph as he carried me through a massive obsidian archway into what looked like his personal chamber. The room was enormous. Chains dangled from the ceiling. Altars and cushions covered the floor. The air was thick and humid, carrying the constant scent of sex and brimstone.He laid me down on a massive circular bed that

Chapter 44Ronan’s POVThe door burst open just as we were scrambling to sit. Pants half zipped, shirts crooked, faces still flushed. Claire strode in like she owned the place, all designer heels clicking and that triumphant smile plastered on. She glanced at Soren, eyes narrowing for a second, then settled right beside him at the table. Too close. Her perfume cut through the leftover smell of sweat and sex.“Hi hubby,” she said, voice sugary sweet.I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight. Anger boiled fresh. “Go straight to the point. Two minutes.”She chuckled low, crossing her legs slowly. “Fine. The gala tonight. Big event for the company. You’ll be there, of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world.” She stood up gracefully, smoothing her skirt. Then she paused at the door, turning back with that wicked gleam. “Oh Ronan darling, I have a surprise for you at the gala. Don’t be late.”She sniffed the air once, deliberate. Her nose wrinkled. “Wild of you to be fucking your staff. Ga

Chapter 43Ronan’s POV“If we wanna start by clearing this up, we gotta deep clean the company itself. Our enemy is in our midst,” Soren said, leaning forward with his elbows on the table.I watched him across the polished wood, his eyes sharp and focused. My pulse still hadn’t settled from everything we’d done, but this felt bigger.On the other hand, Claire’s threats hung over me like smoke. One wrong move and she’d carve me wide open. Soren’s voice pulled me back. We kept tossing ideas back and forth, voices low and urgent like we were planning a heist. He suggested planting bait data, something juicy enough to flush the rat. I added the authorization layers that would trace right back to the source. We refined it quicker than we expected, testing the logic between us. His mind worked fast, matching mine step for step. It felt good, dangerous good, trusting him like this while my body remembered every thrust from before.Soon enough, we called the emergency board meeting. People f

Chapter 42Ronan’s POV The next day, the morning breeze hit me like a wild ass hangover I couldn't shake. My body still buzzed from what had happened at the conference table, the way my dick had pushed smoothly into Soren’s heat, the way he’d laughed lowly against my palm like he’d won something. I stood at the transparent windows in my office, staring down at the city as I ignored how my coffee was going cold in my hands. “In no way should any of the staff have an affair with one another’ that was the rule that had kept me sane over the years' cause afterall, we do see companies and CEO’s come crashing and burning down over some flimsy office pussy or whatever. Now here I was, my cock was twitching at the memory of a man, of all people. A friggin guy, and what the fuck did that make meGAY. But I'm straight. My whole life, I’d always been straight. I’ve dated women, married one, fucked a few before her, curvy, slim, MILF, you name it. But Soren's smirk, the firm grip

Chapter 41Ronan’s POVThe phone felt like there was some dead weight in my hand. My soon-to-be-ex-wife’s lawyer was on the line, droned on about asset division, her voice was all polished and smug, like she hadn’t spent the last year spreading her legs for some trainer half her age and now, she was talking about a divorce so she could have half of my property. After everything I’d built from scratch. The words hit like punches to the gut. I didn’t even let him finish.“She’s not getting a fucking dime more than the prenup allows,” I snapped. Then I cut the call dead.My arm moved before my brain caught up. I slammed the phone into the wall with a crack that echoed through the office. The screen broke and shattered all over the ground. My chest heaved, as each breath I took came out ot and ragged. The anger burned inside my chest. After everything I’d done for her, this was how she was going to repayit? By cheating and then trying to reach for my empire with greedy hands. Fuck that

Chapter 40Noah’s POV. The night Gabriel told me he was leaving the priesthood, I should have felt relief. Instead, all I felt was a deeper and a way more darker hunger that would never be satisfied.He had me on the altar again, naked except for the stole and the silver ring on my finger. The candles burned low around us as the church was completely now silent, it felt like even God had finally looked away. Gabriel moved inside me slow and deep, face buried in my neck, whispering between thrusts.“I’m done pretending,” he said, voice rough with pleasure. “I’m leaving the collar. For you. For this.”My heart slammed. “Gabriel…”He thrust harder, folding my legs back so he could get impossibly deeper. “We’ll move somewhere quiet. I’ll still be yours. You’ll still be my secret husband. We’ll sin every single day for the rest of our lives.”The words pushed me over. I came between us with a broken moan, clenching around him. He followed right after, flooding me with another thick load

Chapter 39Noah’s POV. The echoes of the sound of footsteps in the empty church after midnight made my blood turn to ice, but Father Gabriel only continued to fuck me harder, like the danger itself made him want to fill me even more.We were at the confessional again; but this time, the big wooden one at the back. I was bent over the small kneeler inside, stole placed around my neck with my pants around my ankles. Gabriel stood behind me, with his thick cock buried to the balls, thrusting slow and deep while his hand covered my mouth. We had thought the church was completely empty after the late novena.But how wrong were we. Or wrong we areWhatever. The footsteps came closer as soft shoes clicked on the marble. A woman’s voice was humming an old hymn. Mrs. Hargrove; the nosy widow who cleaned the altar linens and knew everyone’s business. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure she could hear it.But Gabriel didn’t stop.He kept grinding into me, slow and filthy, cock