LOGINMateo didnât slow. He only increased his pace, his cock pounding into her with a savage hunger, his breath ragged against her ear as he whispered, âMine. All mine.â His hands moved to her thighs, spreading them wider, giving himself full access to her most intimate place. He slammed into her again and again, his cock splitting her open, filling her completely, marking her as his.
Arianaâs body was on fire, her skin slick with sweat as Mateo drove into her with mAriana didnât move right away after the message.Okay.That was all Cami had sent.No time. No place. No explanation.Just enough to reopen something that had barely started to settle.She stared at her phone for a few seconds longer, then locked it and leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly.This was different from before.Before, everything between them had been reactive. Emotional. Sharp.Nowâthis felt intentional.And somehow, that made her more nervous.âAn hour later, Ariana stepped out of the car and immediately spotted her.Cami was sitting on a low concrete wall near the park, one leg bent, the other stretched slightly forward, her phone resting loosely in her hand.She wasnât scrolling.Just holding it.Waiting.Ariana hesitated for half a second before walking toward her.Cami looked up as she approached.Their eyes met.No smiles.But no hostility either.âHey,â Ariana said.Cami gave a small nod.âHi.âAriana stopped a few feet in front of her.âCan I sit?âCami shif
Ariana woke up before the sun fully came in.For a moment, she didnât open her eyes. She just stayed there, aware of the warmth beside her, the steady rhythm of Mateoâs breathing, the way his arm rested loosely around her like it had always belonged there.It felt⊠calm.Not the kind of calm that came from things being easy.The kind that came after something hard had already been faced.She shifted slightly, turning toward him, her hand resting lightly against his chest.He stirred under her touch, eyes opening slowly.âYouâre awake,â he murmured.Ariana smiled faintly.âYeah.âHe looked at her for a second, like he was taking in the fact that she was still there, that nothing had changed overnight.âHow do you feel?â he asked.She exhaled softly.âLighter,â she admitted.A pause.âBut not⊠finished.âMateo nodded slightly.âThat makes sense.âAriana traced small, absent patterns against his shirt.âShe didnât forgive me,â she said.âI didnât expect her to.ââI know,â Ariana replied.
Ariana didnât go back to Mateoâs place right away.She walked.No direction, no plan, just letting her body move while everything inside her tried to settle into something she could actually understand.The conversation kept replaying in her head.Not the sharp parts.Those had been expected.It was the quieter moments that stayed.I donât want you completely gone.That one lingered.Because it wasnât forgiveness.But it wasnât rejection either.It was something in between.And that spaceâfelt fragile.Her phone buzzed in her hand.Mateo.She stared at his name for a second before answering.âHey.ââAre you done?â he asked.His voice was steady, but there was something under it.Not tension.Attention.âYeah.âA small pause.âWhere are you?ââWalking.ââAlone?âAriana let out a quiet breath.âYes.âAnother pause.âIâll come get you.ââYou donât have to.ââI know.âThat was his way of saying he was already going to.Ariana didnât argue.She stopped walking a few minutes later, leaning
They stayed longer than either of them expected.Not because it got easier.But because neither of them walked away.Cami traced the rim of her cup again, quieter now, like the sharpest part of what she needed to say had already come out.Ariana didnât rush her.Didnât try to fill the silence this time.She just stayed.âThatâs new,â Cami said suddenly.Ariana looked up.âWhat is?ââYou not trying to fix the silence.âAriana let out a small breath.âI think Iâve done enough damage trying to control things.âCami studied her for a second.Then looked away again.âYeah,â she said. âYou have.âIt wasnât said to hurt her.Just to keep things honest.Ariana nodded slightly, accepting it.Another pause settled between them, softer now.Not as sharp.Cami leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting toward the window again.âDid you ever think about how this would affect me?â she asked.Ariana d
For a moment, neither of them spoke.The noise of the cafĂ© filled the space between them, but it didnât touch what was sitting at the table.Cami looked down at her hands, then back up at Ariana.âYou know what the worst part is?â she asked.Ariana didnât answer.She knew this wasnât a question that needed one.Camiâs fingers tightened slightly around her cup.âItâs not even that youâre with him.âA pause.âItâs that you let me be around you while it was happening.âThat landed differently.Sharper.More personal.Ariana felt her chest tighten.âI didnât plan it,â she said quietly.Cami let out a short laugh.âThat doesnât make it better.ââI know.ââNo, I donât think you do,â Cami replied, her voice still controlled but heavier now. âBecause you werenât the one sitting there, talking to someone, trusting them, while they were hiding something like that from you.âArianaâs gaze dropped for a second.Not avoiding.Just⊠taking it in.âI wouldâve told you,â she said.Cami shook her head
Cami didnât overthink it this time.That was new.Usually, she wouldâve waited. Let the feeling settle, sharpen, turn into something precise before acting on it.But she was tired of being the one who adjusted after everything had already happened.So she picked up her phone and called.Ariana answered almost immediately.âCami?âThere was something in her voiceâsurprise, relief, tension all mixed together.âWeâre not doing this over text,â Cami said.Direct. No buildup.A small pause on the other end.âOkay,â Ariana replied. âWhere?âCami glanced around her room like the answer might be there.âTomorrow. Lunch. That cafĂ© near the park.ââI know it.âAnother pause.âCamiââBut she cut her off.âDonât say anything now.âHer tone wasnât harsh.Just controlled.âIâd rather you say it to my face.âA beat.ââŠokay,â Ariana said quietly.The line went dead.Cami lowered her phone slowly.Her heart was beating faster now.Not from nerves.From anticipation.Because this timeâshe wasnât going
ââMateo's eyes darkened with primal hunger as Ariana positioned herself on his desk, the sight of her smooth thighs driving him wild with lust. He stepped between her parted legs, one hand coming to rest possessively on her hip while the other traced the curve of her jaw.ââ"You're playing with f
The sheets were a tangled mess of silk and sweat, the air heavy with the scent of their recent collision. Mateo lay over Ariana, his heavy frame still pinning her into the mattress. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark and clinical.ââ"After dinner," he murmured, his voice a lo
"Gonna fill this womb with my seed," Mateo panted harshly, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. His voice was no longer that of the refined surgeon; it was the voice of a man claiming territory.Arianaâs vision blurred as the pressure on her throat sent a rush of dizzying euphoria through h
The drive back from the marina was conducted in a heavy, strained silence. Cami sat in the back of the SUV with Ariana, her hand tightly gripping Arianaâs as if she were afraid her friend might vanish if she let go. Mateo drove, his eyes fixed on the road, his reflection in the rearview mirror a co







