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Ceremony of Shadows
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His grip tightened on my wrist, and without a word, I followed.Not because I wanted to.Because his touch felt like a chain to something inside me I wasn’t ready to sever.We stepped out into the quiet hall, footsteps echoing against the marble floor. The tension between us—thick, raw, buzzing with restrained fury—crackled in the silence like lightning before a storm.And then, without warning, Dylan threw me over his shoulder.“What the hell, Dylan! Put me down!” I screamed, pounding my fists against his back. My voice ricocheted down the corridor, but he didn’t flinch. Not even a pause.“Dylan, I swear—!”He smacked my ass.I gasped.The sting burned through the thin fabric of my dress, and so did the heat pooling low in my belly. Bastard.I barely caught sight of where he was taking me—spiraling stairs, cold stone walls, shadowed hallways laced with distant murmurs and flickering sconces—until we reached a tall wooden door. He kicked it open, stalked in like a storm, and finally
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Dylan's POVThe night air was cool, but she burned against me.Kara sobbed in my arms, her face buried in my chest, and I held her like she was all that tethered me to the earth. Her tears soaked through my shirt, but I didn’t care—I’d let her cry for hours if that’s what she needed. She was safe now. And I’d make damn sure she stayed that way.Minutes passed. The silence was broken only by the steady hum of the city outside the window and the soft, broken breaths she released against my skin. Eventually, she pulled back just enough to look up at me, her lashes wet, her eyes glistening like the sea after a storm.God, those blue eyes could ruin me.We sank down onto the mattress together. She curled into my side, her body small and fragile in the massive bed. I pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, the gesture more sacred than I expected it to be. My fingers ran gently through her hair as she found her breath.“How did you know?” she asked quietly, her voice hoarse.I explained it
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Two days had passed since that night on Dylan’s balcony—the night when my body had said yes while my soul screamed not yet. He hadn’t pressured me since, hadn’t even brought it up, but the silence between us buzzed with things unsaid. And I knew—I knew—I couldn’t run from the truth forever. I needed to tell him soon. Before it unraveled everything.“Kara, you need to tell him,” Kelly said, holding up a sleek satin gown against my frame. “Before it’s too late.”We were dress-shopping for the ceremony, but her eyes weren’t on the rack—they were locked on me, sharp with concern.“I know,” I murmured, fingers brushing over a velvet hemline. “I just... I’m scared. What if he looks at me differently? What if he doesn’t *want* me after he knows?”Kelly raised a perfectly arched brow. “Kara, denying a man who’s obviously head-over-heels obsessed with you? Dangerous move. Dylan’s patient—but not forever patient. Tell him now or risk losing him.”Her words struck deep. She was right. Every day
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The scent hit me first. Cedarwood—warm and sharp—cutting through the artificial gloss of cologne and perfume that filled the hall. But it wasn’t just that. Beneath it, a thread of something raw and wild curled into my lungs. And then I saw him.He walked through the double doors like the room belonged to him, dressed in black-on-black—his collared shirt rolled up to his forearms, revealing the ink etched into his skin like it had been branded by fire and fury. Every step was precise, deliberate, as though he was stalking prey.Me.Conversations stalled. Heads turned. A ripple of tension spread across the room like a slow-moving storm. But I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My heart stammered against my ribs, caught between fear and the kind of desire that set bones on fire.In one breathless moment, he was in front of me.Dylan didn’t speak. Didn’t ask.He yanked me from my chair like I was his to claim—and kissed me.Right there. In front of the entire table. In front of the world.His mouth
