LOGINMIA POV The silence after Ryder read the message stretched like a wire pulled tight enough to snap. I slid off the kitchen counter, legs shaky from the angry sex we had just finished, his cum still leaking down my thigh. The shirt I wore — his shirt — suddenly felt like a brand against my skin. I backed away until the island separated us. “Tell me it’s not true,” I repeated, voice barely above a whisper. “The pregnancy scare. The abortion clinic payment. Five years ago. Tell me you didn’t do that.” Ryder’s face had gone pale, but his eyes stayed locked on mine. No denial. No excuses. Just that raw, obsessive intensity that had always been his weapon. “It was after the hallway incident,” he said finally, voice low. “You left town so fast. I had the PI follow you. He reported you went to a clinic. You were scared. Alone. I paid to make sure you had the best care and confidentiality. I thought… I thought it might have been mine. From the way you wrote about me. I couldn’t let you go
MIA POV The calm after the storm never lasted long with Ryder Vaughn. I learned that the hard way the following morning when I woke up alone in his massive bed. The sheets still smelled like him — ice, citrus, and that dark masculine scent that had become my addiction. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, expecting another threat. Instead I found a note in his handwriting. *Had to handle one last loose end. Stay in the penthouse. I’ll be back by noon. You’re safe. — R* Safe. The word felt like a lie wrapped in silk. I showered quickly, pulling on one of his shirts and a pair of leggings from the closet he had stocked for me. Every piece of clothing in there carried the same message: you belong here now. No escape. No independence. Just his. I made coffee and tried to work from my laptop at the kitchen island, but my mind kept drifting. The sex from last night still lingered in my body — the way he had taken me slow and deep, whispering that I was his while I fell apart ar
MIA POV The victory over Jax and the others felt hollow by the next morning. I woke up in Ryder’s bed again, his body curled protectively around mine, one arm locked across my waist like even in sleep he refused to let me go. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, painting the room in soft gold. It should have felt peaceful. Instead, my chest tightened with the familiar mix of shame and dark craving that had become my new normal.I tried to slip out of bed without waking him. His arm tightened instantly.“Stay,” he murmured, voice gravelly. His eyes opened, blue and intense, locking onto mine with that possessive hunger I both feared and needed. “We’re not done celebrating yet.”Before I could protest, he rolled me beneath him, settling between my thighs. He was already hard, pressing against me. I gasped as he pushed inside in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. The stretch was perfect, almost too much. I arched into him, nails digging into h
MIA POV The silence from the old teammates lasted exactly three days.I woke up on the fourth morning wrapped in Ryder’s arms, his body warm and solid against mine. For the first time in weeks I felt almost safe. Almost. His hand rested possessively on my hip, thumb stroking lazy circles even in sleep. I traced the lines of his jaw, wondering how the boy who once made me cry on a school floor had become the only person who could make me feel whole.He stirred, blue eyes opening to find mine. “Morning, Mia-Mia.”The nickname still sent a shiver through me — part fear, part dark pleasure. I kissed him before I could overthink it. He responded instantly, rolling me beneath him, sliding inside me with one smooth thrust. We moved together slow and deep, no counting this time, just raw connection. I came whispering his name. He followed with a groan that sounded like surrender.Afterward, he held me close, fingers playing with my hair. “I could get used to this.”“Me too,” I admitted softl
MIA POVThe new message changed everything.I stared at my phone the next morning while Ryder made coffee in the kitchen. *This isn’t over. We have more than videos.* The words burned into my brain. Ryder had promised the team was handled. Clearly they lied.He set a mug in front of me, noticing my expression. “What is it?”I showed him. His jaw tightened. “They’re testing how far I’ll go.”Fear twisted in my gut. “What if they have something worse?”Ryder pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. “Then I destroy them completely. No one threatens what’s mine.”The possessiveness should have scared me. Instead it sent heat through my body. I was getting used to being his. Craving it. The wrong man had become my only safe place.We went to the office together. His hand stayed on my lower back the entire way. When we reached his suite, he locked the door and backed me against it immediately.“Need you,” he growled, hiking my skirt up.I didn’t fight it. I wrapped my legs aroun
MIA POV Morning light hit Ryder’s penthouse like a spotlight on my shame. I woke tangled in his sheets, his arm heavy across my waist, body sore in ways that reminded me exactly what I’d done. I had let him inside me. Let the man who once broke me become the only thing holding me together.I tried to slip out of bed. His arm tightened.“Stay,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.“I can’t.” I pulled away and grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor, pulling it on like armor. “Last night was a mistake.”Ryder sat up, the sheet falling to his hips. Even half-asleep he looked dangerous. “You came three times screaming my name. Doesn’t feel like a mistake.”Heat flooded my face. I turned away, walking to the window. The city looked the same, but I was different. Ruined in the best and worst way. Sparrow’s heroines always woke up regretting the wrong brother until the regret turned into addiction. I felt that shift happening inside me and it terrified me.A phone buzzed on the nightstan







