LOGINChristian’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 As soon as the words left my mouth, the air between us turned ice-cold.“Luke?” Christian’s voice dropped to a dangerously low tone.I forced myself to hold his gaze and swallowed hard. “Yes. Luke.”Christian’s jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle jump. For a second I thought he might snap. Then he let out a sharp, bitter scoff. “You do realize he’s the top suspect in your stalker case, right?”“I know that,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my stomach twisted. “That’s exactly why I need to see him.”“Are you fearless or are you just stupid, Abigail?” he bit out.“Don’t insult me.”Christian ignored me and kept going, his eyes dark with fury. “He’s the prime suspect. He had access to your apartment. That fucker could have taken those photos himself. And you want to walk in there unarmed?”My eyes stung. Part of me knew he was right. I had lain awake for nights wondering if Luke—the man I once trusted—had been the one watching me sleep. The thought m
Christian’s POV “What’s the update?” I asked Miles, eyes still fixed on the document in front of me.“Nothing solid. Whoever this is… they’re careful.”I finally looked up at the screen. Miles’ face was tight with frustration. He hated loose ends. I hated them even more.“Cameras?” I pressed.“Checked every angle. The bastard knows exactly where to avoid them.” He exhaled sharply. “We’re still digging.”I leaned back slowly, jaw tightening. A week. It had been a full week since Abigail moved into the estate, and I still didn’t have a name, a face, or anything I could destroy.“Keep digging,” I said.Miles gave a short nod. “Already on it.”The call ended, leaving silence in its wake.I stared at the file in front of me, but the words blurred. My mind had already moved elsewhere.Abigail.She was still adjusting, moving through the halls like she belonged and didn’t all at once.She laughed easily with the staff and slipped into routines, yet I caught the small hesitations—the way she
Abigail’s POV I woke slowly, squinting against the soft morning light filtering through heavy curtains. The ceiling was unfamiliar, the sheets far too soft to be mine. I was in one of the guest rooms at the Castillo estate.Last night came back in pieces. Alberto’s health scare, the panic attack, Christian’s arms around me. He must have carried me here. My chest tightened at the thought.My body still felt heavy from the adrenaline crash and the tears I’d cried against his shirt. I slipped my feet into the indoor slippers and padded down the hallway toward the kitchen. Voices and the clatter of dishes drifted out.Martha stood at the stove, flipping eggs, while Carmen sliced fruit with quick, precise movements. When Martha saw me, her eyes turned glassy. She dried her hands on a towel and pulled me into a tight, rib-crushing hug.“Oh, Abigail,” she said, voice thick. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You saved him last night. I don’t know what we would’ve done without you.”Heat flooded
Abigail’s POVThe drive to the villa felt longer than it should have.I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, hands folded too neatly in my lap. My knees stayed pressed together like I was holding something in place.Christian drove with both hands on the wheel.He didn’t look at me.I didn’t look at
Christian’s POV The first thing I felt was warmth. Sand slid between my toes, soft and sun-heated. The air tasted like salt and something sweeter, something I hadn’t let myself remember in years. “Christian!” I turned. She stood a few feet away, sunlight wrapped around her like it belonged th
Christian’s POV I closed the distance, my fingers finally gripping her jaw, tilting her face up as my mouth crashed down on hers. She gasped into the kiss, her hands flying to my shirt, fisting the fabric and yanking me between her legs. The stool scraped back as she spread her thighs, the leathe
Christian’s POV The car door shut with a dull thud that sounded final.I pulled onto the road without looking at her.My jaw ached from how hard I clenched it. The city lights blurred past the windshield, neon streaks bleeding into one another. My hands stayed tight on the steering wheel, knuckles







