LOGINChristian’s POV It was well past midnight when I finally returned to the estate. The day’s exhaustion weighed heavy on my shoulders, but the anger from this morning still simmered beneath my skin. I hoped everyone was asleep. The mess in the dining hall had already been cleaned up, leaving no trace of what I had done.I pushed open my bedroom door and stopped short. Abigail rose from the edge of my bed. She wore simple pajamas, but the shorts rode high enough to reveal the scrape on her knee from earlier. Under the dim lights, the skin looked red and raw.I frowned. That was going to scar.She stood there quietly, watching me. The fact that she had waited up only deepened the guilt already gnawing at my chest.I closed the door behind me and loosened my tie. “You’re still awake.”“I couldn’t sleep,” she replied softly.I crossed the room without meeting her eyes at first and shrugged off my suit jacket. I found the first aid kit in the bathroom cabinet and returned with it. “Sit down
Christian’s POV My vision blurred at the edges, fury burning so hot it turned everything into smears of red and black. The coppery scent of blood still clung to my knuckles, throbbing where the skin had split against my father’s face.Every step I took away from the dining room sent fresh rage pulsing through my veins.“Christian,” Abigail called behind me, her voice urgent.I didn’t stop. I didn’t turn around. The front door slammed open under my hand as I stormed outside. The morning breeze hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire in my chest.“Christian, wait!” Her footsteps hurried after me across the gravel driveway.I kept moving toward my car, jaw locked tight. My mother’s face flashed in my mind again. Pale. Lifeless. Her body cold on the bathroom floor. Then Matteo’s bloodied, smug smile. The same smile he wore every time he brought home another woman. Every time he shattered another promise. Every time he ruined us.I was sick of it. So sick of him.“Christian, plea
Christian’s POVThe table went deathly still.I felt Abigail stiffen beside me. My pulse hammered in my ears as I stared at the woman on my father’s arm. She looked young enough to be one of my siblings. Matteo met my gaze without a flicker of shame, wearing that same careless smile he’d worn after every betrayal he had ever handed this family.Abigail’s hand found mine under the table and squeezed hard. I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t.The familiar resentment burned low in my gut. Another woman. Another promise he would break. Another child he would eventually abandon.“Fiancée?” Carmen asked, her voice flat.“We’re getting married next month,” Matteo announced proudly, lifting Sophia’s hand to flash the enormous diamond. “It’s time this family celebrated something good for once.”Isabella let out a mocking laugh. “Of course you would.”Xavier rubbed his temple. “Dad, can we not do this right now?”“Why not?” Matteo leaned back, completely relaxed. “Life is short. Your grandfather’s
Christian’s POV I woke slowly, reaching across the bed before my eyes even opened. The sheets beside me were cold. Empty.Abigail had probably slipped out early to check on Abuelo. A faint trace of her vanilla scent still lingered on the pillow. A small smile tugged at my lips.I glanced at the clock. Almost noon.I dragged a hand down my face, then forced myself up. A quick shower helped clear the fog from last night. The memory of Abigail riding me, her soft moans in my ear, still clung to my skin. I dressed in a simple black shirt and pants before heading downstairs.The dining room buzzed with the usual morning chaos, though breakfast had stretched well into lunch. Martha moved around the long table, setting down fresh plates and adjusting silverware with practiced efficiency. Abuelo sat at the head, looking better than he had in days. Isabella lounged in her chair, scrolling through her phone. Lola sat beside Crew, helping the six-year-old cut his pancakes. Xavier and Carmen we
Abigail’s POV Christian’s cock hit the back of my throat. I choked, my eyes watering as my gag reflex kicked in. Drool leaked from the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin. My clit throbbed in time with my racing pulse. I ached to touch myself, but I held back. This moment belonged to him.Spots danced across my vision. I finally pulled back with a gasp, drawing in air.I went down again, taking his good inches deep in my throat. “Fuck.” His groan sent heat straight to my core. “Just like that, Abigail. You take my cock so beautifully.”His grip tightened in my hair. The tendons in his neck stood out as his harsh breaths mingled with my chokes and gurgles. “Abigail,” he warned, voice strained. “I’m close.”I didn’t pull away. I took him deeper, faster, determined to give him this release. To let him forget, even for a little while.With a deep groan, Christian came hard. I swallowed every drop, staying with him until the last tremor ran through his body. When his grip in m
Abigail’s POV The drive back to the estate was quiet. I kept my hands folded in my lap, staring out the window as streetlights blurred past. Relief sat strangely in my chest. It wasn’t Luke. Deep down, I had hoped he wasn’t capable of something so twisted. But the relief was short-lived. The stalker was still out there. Someone else was watching me. And the thought made my skin crawl.Christian’s hands stayed tight on the steering wheel the entire way. He didn’t speak. The tension in his shoulders told me everything though. He was angry. Worried. Possessive in that way that both comforted and unsettled me.When we finally pulled up to the estate, I unbuckled my seatbelt slowly. “Thank you for coming with me.”He gave a short nod. “Of course.”The house was quiet now, most of the lights dimmed for the night. At the bottom of the stairs, we paused. I turned to face him, suddenly unsure what to say.“I think I’ll skip dinner,” I said softly. “I’m not very hungry.”Christian studied me
Abigail’s POV Without another word, Christian hauled me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. His mouth crashed into mine, hot and full of sin and vigor, making all my previous kisses with him pale in comparison. It felt like he'd been waiting to do this all his life.I moaned into
Abigail’s POV The sun warmed my shoulders, the water lapping lazily against my skin as I floated with my eyes closed, letting quiet fill the morning.By the time I woke, the house had emptied. The staff said everyone had gone into the city.Vacation had officially begun.A shadow slid across my fa
Christian’s POV I couldn’t sleep.Two hours. Maybe less. My sheets were twisted. My shoulders tight. My brain refused to shut off.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.Abigail on the balcony. Abigail laughing. Abigail’s hair catching the faint light like fire. Those green eyes. That mouth I’d k
Abigail’s POV “You’re staring.”Christian’s voice cut gently through the storm in my head.Heat rushed to my face so fast it was embarrassing. I snapped my gaze away, suddenly very interested in the night sky. “I wasn’t.”He huffed a laugh, the sound low and pleasant. “You absolutely were.”I cros







