LOGINAllison's POV"Fuu...ck," I gasped, the sound escaping my throat as a soft, shuddering moan. He was fully focused on me. His tongue danced over me, expertly charting my depths. Above, his hands were relentless, kneading the fullness of my breasts as his fingers squeezed them with a practiced, deliberate softness.He abandoned the lower region and surged upward to my breasts. His tongue circled the circumference of one nipple, a teasing prelude, before he dove in, suckling the peak with the desperate greed of a newborn, while his fingers worked the other, pinching it gently until I cried out.I couldn't hold it in. A loud, unrestrained scream of pure pleasure tore from my throat, a sound fueled by the lust that utterly clouded my senses. The sheer volume was his only warning: he instantly stopped, his body going rigid against mine. His head snapped to the door. He noticed instantly that it was still slightly ajar. He pushed me aside, moving with the quick, predatory efficiency of a
Allison's POV"Call Luke!"The name was a thunderclap. A frantic, white-hot anxiety seared through my veins, instantly eclipsing the shock of the kidnapping. My mind seized up, unable to choose a reaction. One half of me felt the sickening guilt of dreading Michael's abduction, while the other half was consumed by a far more terrifying question: How was I supposed to breathe the same air as Luke without shattering every rule I was born to follow? His name was the most dangerous word in Fox City, and now my father had just yelled it across the room.Gerald didn't wait for a reply; he simply bellowed the order into the phone, his voice scraping against my raw nerves: Luke was to get down to the house right now. They needed to strategize the immediate rescue of Esme, his only sister, and Michael, my betrothed. The man I had risked my entire future to sleep with was now being summoned to save the life of the man I was sworn to marry. The entire city was collapsing into a single, absu
Michael's POVWe arranged the flight for the next morning: Botswana. That night, sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford. I was dying of nervousness, yet a counter-current of pure, reckless excitement surged beneath my skin. Every time I closed my eyes, I didn't see failure; I saw the $2 billion diamond and my father's redeemed smile. I finally passed out with a feverish certainty that this gamble, this one ridiculous, last-ditch effort, would fix everything.……We landed in Botswana in the early hours, the sun already a harsh, bright disc. After a seamless check-in at separate luxury hotels, Esme’s first instruction cut through the jet lag: "Arrange the meeting with your 'business friend,' Karem, for noon."By 2:00 PM, we were seated across from him. The polite formalities lasted all of sixty seconds before Karem laid down the first, non-negotiable term: "No security allowed."Esme’s back went ramrod straight. She didn't pause, didn't even consult me. Her response was a glacial, dec
Michael's POVEsme had agreed to meet me at The Truth Restaurant at 11:00 AM.I arrived at 9:00 AM, two hours early. I ordered a black coffee to keep my nerves down as I sat with my back to the wall, watching the door like a nervous guard dog.Esme didn't wait; the world waited for her. She wasn't merely time conscious; a delayed meeting was an insult she repaid in kind, usually by adding an extra zero to whatever I already owed her. Keeping her waiting was a sin that cost millions.At precisely 11:00 AM, Esme swept through the door. She didn't walk; she commanded the space. I sprang from my seat, rushing to usher her into the plush banquette. "The usual, ma'am?" I asked the waiter, who had materialized the moment her foot crossed the threshold. She didn't glance at the menu. She sat across from me—a picture of porcelain skin and icy control , her eyes, the treacherous venom of a Shelby, speared straight into my skull."Michael," she purred, the sound sharper than a diamond edge. "
Michael's POVI know my father’s trust was a thing I had spent, a currency I had no way of earning back with words alone. I'd burned this bridge a dozen times over—many failed business deals that had brought several furious disappointment from my father, stood between me and my chance at a redemption.I knew the moment I'd try to make a mention of the word "business deal," his face would become a mask of fiery disappointment. A burning fever was shot up in my veins, a panic-stricken certainty that this was the one—a voice inside me, hot as a furnace, screaming that this could be my shot to gaining my father's trust back. This particular deal had a promised chance of erasing the memory of every past failure with a flood of new money poured into the family moneybox and, in doing so, to wash away the stain on my name too.I felt my guts twisted with a powerful, consuming conviction, “this money is a sure way to pour millions into my family’s vault,” I whispered into the empty seats i
Allison's POV“You smell like roses,” he moaned—a low, croaky sound of pure pleasure escaped his lips. With his face buried down, his nose snuggling my neck, a soft, deliberate motion that caused goosebumps all over my skin, I shiver. A wild scent of roses, he realized—intoxicated him. I felt his hand having a possessive sweep across my body, as it slid down my back. His fingers, a fiery touch that slowly mapped every curve of my body before coming to rest at my hips. His lips find their way to my neck, as he devours the skin of my neck with his mouth—a searing line of kisses that travels to the swell of my chest. His hands continuously took possession—kneading my breast. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips, a sound of surrender.. In the suffocating dark, I couldn't see his face, only the cold cloth of a concealed mask. But my heart screamed a name in silent, desperate hope: LukeThe thrilling terror of a moment stolen—a moment that could cost us both everythin







