LOGINMia couldn’t stop thinking about Damien. Every glance, every word from him replayed in her mind. That evening, she found herself in the courtyard again, hoping for a casual encounter. She didn’t have to wait long. Damien appeared from the staircase, hands in his pockets, calm and commanding as always. “You are back,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” Mia felt a flutter in her chest. “I… I wanted to… talk,” she stammered. Damien’s dark eyes studied her, sharp and knowing. “Talk, huh? You seem to enjoy testing boundaries.” Her mouth went dry, heat rising to her cheeks. “I… I just…” “You like to see what you can get away with,” he said slowly like he had all the time in the world. “I told you curiosity can be… dangerous, little one. But it is fascinating.” Mia shivered as his gaze lingered on her, filled with something unspoken yet undeniably intense. “I should warn you,” Damien continued, his tone soft but firm, “there are rules. Some lines shouldn’t be crossed. And y
Mia wasn’t sure what caught her attention first—the way Damien’s gaze lingered across the courtyard or the quiet, commanding presence that seemed to fill the space around him. At nineteen, she knew she shouldn’t notice him. He was older, mysterious, and far out of reach. But every time she passed his apartment door, her stomach fluttered in ways that made her cheeks heat. Today, though, something was different. He appeared suddenly in the hallway, just as she returned from a walk. “Hey,” he said, voice low, but with an edge. Mia’s heart skipped a beat. “Uh… hi,” she stammered. Damien smiled faintly, a knowing curl of lips that suggested he knew exactly the effect he had on her. “You have been avoiding eye contact,” he noted. “Not that I mind. I like noticing things.” Mia bit her lip, trying to maintain composure. “I… I wasn’t avoiding you,” she mumbled. “Sure,” he said, the faintest chuckle in his voice. “You just have a lot of curiosity hiding behind that careful s
The morning sunlight filtered through the garage’s high windows. Lily’s head ached terribly. She sat on the edge of the workbench, knees pulled close, trying to focus on anything else. A shadow fell across her. Lucas. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, black leather jacket catching the light. His gaze swept over her slowly. “You are up early,” he said. “Or maybe you just couldn’t sleep thinking about last night?” Lily’s cheeks flushed. “Maybe…” She looked away, biting her lip. He stepped closer, hand brushing against hers as he reached for a tool. “You have been quiet since we got here,” he said. “Don’t tell me you are regretting it.” “I am not,” she admitted, meeting his eyes. “I… just didn’t know what to think.” Lucas tilted his head, a slow smirk forming. “That is fine. I like when you think. But I also like when you don’t think and just let me handle it.” Lily shivered. Something about him demanded obedience. He crouched slightly, lifting a bolt carefully, ey
That night, Lily wasn’t sure if she had followed Lucas because she wanted him or because she was scared of him. Maybe both. The biker garage at the far end of the compound was dim and too quiet, and her heart thudded like it wanted out of her chest. The distant rumble of bikes and music from the clubhouse faded behind them. Lucas stopped and turned, eyes burning into her. “You have been testing me,” he said. Lily’s throat tightened. “I—I didn’t mean to.” “Yes, you did.” He stepped closer, heat rolling off him. “You want to know how far I will go for you. How far I will go to keep what is mine.” Her breath hitched. “Lucas…” He caught her chin, firm enough that she had no choice but to look up at him. “When you are with me, you are mine. You feel it, don’t you?” “Yes,” she whispered. His eyes softened for half a second—then clouded with hunger. “Good girl.” His mouth hovered near her ear. “You are shaking. You know what that means?” Her knees wobbled. “What?” “That you are ex
The roar of engines vibrated through Lily’s chest as she stepped into the dimly lit bar. She was twenty-one, reckless, and used to trouble following her. She barely noticed the stares—until the sharp scent of leather and gasoline hit her. Lucas leaned against the bar, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room like a predator. His black leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders, his gaze sharp and dangerous. He didn’t smile, but something about him made Lily’s heart race. She tried to ignore it, focusing on her drink. But when a group of guys got too close, mocking her laugh, Lucas stepped forward. “Hey,” he said, voice low and smooth, but dangerous. The tone alone made Lily’s stomach clench. One of the men scoffed. “What are you gonna do, pretty boy?” Lucas didn’t answer immediately. He simply stepped closer, closing the space between him and the group. His presence was magnetic, terrifying, dominant. The men backed off without a word. Lily’s heart thumped wildly from the awareness
Emma didn’t know if she was walking or floating.All she knew was that Adrian was leading her—hand on her lower back, guiding her down the quiet hallway of his apartment.Every step made her more aware of her body, of the tension coiling low in her stomach, of the way his presence filled every inch of space around her.When they reached his room, Adrian stopped.The silence was suffocating.“Do you know why we are here?” he asked finally, voice low but painfully calm.Emma’s throat tightened. “To… remind me?”“To finish,” he corrected. His steps were slow as he moved closer, until her back met the wall behind her.“To take you past the point you have been hovering at. To push you where you are scared to go on your own. To make it clear what you want.”His fingers brushed her jaw.“And who you want.”Emma’s breath hitched.“I want you.”He tilted his head slightly, studying her. “And do you trust me to take you apart?”Her heart slammed harder.“Yes… Daddy.”Adrian ran his thumb acros







