ANMELDENNANCY'S POVI was very aware that Zade was likely watching this. Watching me read something that was clearly affecting me.Part of me should probably be embarrassed.The other part—the part that had woken up this morning—found it thrilling.I kept turning the pages, slower now, letting the words sink in like warm honey dripping down my spine. The bodyguard had the heroine pinned against the heavy oak desk in his office, one big hand fisted in her hair, the other yanking her skirt up around her waist. No time for panties—he just hooked them aside with two thick fingers and thrust into her in one brutal stroke. The book described it so raw: the wet slap of skin, her choked gasp, the way her nails dug into the wood while he fucked her hard and fast, growling right against her ear, “You’ve been teasing me all goddamn day, baby. This pussy’s been mine since the second you walked in here.”God. It was too close. Too familiar. I bit my lower lip hard enough to feel the sting, thighs pressing
NANCY'S POVAfter breakfast, after we'd finished the casual meal that felt anything but casual given what we'd done last night, I stood up from the table.Zade watched me with those intense eyes that made my stomach flutter."I think I'm going to spend the day in the library," I said, trying to sound normal despite the way my pulse was racing just from being near him. "I need something to occupy my mind.""Do you?" Zade asked, standing as well. "And what exactly has your mind so occupied that you need distraction?"The knowing tone in his voice made heat flood my cheeks."Just... general things," I said vaguely."Mmhmm. General things." He stepped closer. "Nothing to do with last night, I'm sure.""Zade," I glanced toward the house, worried Maria might appear. "We're in public.""We're on a private terrace. And Maria's in the kitchen."Before I could respond, his hand wrapped around my wrist and he was pulling me.Not toward the house. Toward the side of the terrace, around the corner
NANCY'S POVEach mark had a story. A moment. A memory of pleasure so intense I'd thought I might actually die from it.I turned away from the mirror finally, my smile still in place.I needed a shower. Badly.Not just because I was sweaty and messy from a night of intense activity. But because I needed the hot water to soothe my sore muscles. Needed time to process everything that had happened. Needed to figure out how to function normally when all I could think about was going back to Zade's bed.I walked to my bathroom, trying not to wince at the soreness. My inner thighs rubbed together as I walked, the beard burn making itself known. Between my legs, I was tender and slightly swollen, thoroughly used.I should probably be more careful tonight, I thought. Should give my body more time to recover before we did this again.But even as I thought it, I knew I wouldn't.Knew that tonight, when Zade commanded me to come to his room, I'd obey without hesitation.Would let him do whatever
NANCY'S POVI stepped closer to the mirror, examining the evidence of last night with a mixture of shock and something that felt dangerously like pride.Dark purple love bites decorated my neck like a necklace. Some small, some larger. Some almost black in their intensity. He'd been systematic about it, marking one side of my neck thoroughly before moving to the other.I remembered when he'd done it. Early in the night, after the second time we'd made love. He'd rolled us so I was beneath him, had brushed my hair aside, and had proceeded to mark my throat while his hand worked between my legs."I want everyone to know you're taken," he'd growled against my skin. "Want everyone to see these marks and know that someone has claimed you."At the time, I'd been too lost in pleasure to fully process what he was saying. Now, looking at the results, I felt heat flood through me.The marks continued down to my collarbone. More love bites, some darker than others, creating a trail that disappea
NANCY'S POVWe fell quiet again, both processing the weight of what he'd just admitted.That this—whatever this was between us—was different for him too."I should probably let you rest," Zade said eventually, though he made no move to let me go. "You barely slept. And I kept you up most of the night.""I'm not complaining.""Still. Your body needs recovery time.""Are you saying you're done with me?" I asked, unable to keep a note of disappointment from my voice.He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Absolutely not. I'm nowhere near done with you. But I want you to last. Want you to be able to keep up when I take you again."The promise in his words made heat pool between my legs despite having just come."When will that be?" I asked."Eager," he teased. "But probably after breakfast. After you've had some food and water and time to recover."As if on cue, my stomach growled.Zade chuckled. "See? Your body knows what it needs.""I suppose I should go back to my room. Get
NANCY'S POVI woke slowly, consciousness returning in gentle waves.For a moment, I was disoriented. The light streaming through the windows was wrong—too bright, wrong angle.This wasn't my room.Then the memories of last night flooded back.Zade. His hands. His mouth. His body moving in mine. The countless times he'd made me come. The way he'd possessed me completely, marked me, claimed me.My body ached in the most delicious way. Muscles I didn't know I had were sore. My thighs felt shaky. Between my legs, I was tender from being thoroughly used.And there were marks. I could feel them without even looking. Love bites on my neck. Fingerprint bruises on my hips. The pleasant soreness that came from being taken by someone who didn't hold back.I smiled, stretching languidly in Zade's bed, the silk sheets cool against my naked skin.Then I registered the sensation that had actually woken me.Heat between my thighs. Wetness. Pressure.And pleasure. Intense, building pleasure.My eyes f







