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Too fucking close

Author: Luwaa
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-07-20 20:06:15

Serena stood at the window of the master suite, staring out at the grounds that stretched like a velvet trap under the moonlight. The silk robe clung to her damp skin, but it did nothing to chase the chill crawling up her spine. That fucking safe. The ledger’s coded lines still burned behind her eyelids offshore shells, “produce” shipments that smelled like heroin and guns, names that probably belonged to politicians and rival dons. She had photographed what she could with her phone before Da
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  • Contracted sin   Blood on the blade

    The morning light cut through the curtains like a blade, and Serena hadn’t slept a fucking second. She sat on the edge of the bed with her back straight and her hands loose in her lap, the unknown number’s last message still looping in her head. All of it sat in her chest like wet concrete. She could stop.She could burn the photos on her phone, forget the shipping logs, forget the letter E and Salvatore’s personal code and the fourteenth and the east warehouse. She could smile at breakfast, keep her head down, let Damien’s quiet threats and Vanessa’s careful eyes keep her breathing until the higher authority swept through and left nothing but empty rooms and clean bloodstains. Or she could keep digging until the house swallowed her whole. Her phone stayed under the mattress. The knife stayed in the drawer. She dressed in dark jeans and a soft black sweater that covered the new bruise on her arm, covered the old one on her throat, covered everything that mattered. Makeup did the r

  • Contracted sin   The trap

    The night stretched like a live wire under Serena’s skin. She sat on the edge of the bed in the dark, phone face down on the mattress beside her, the unknown number’s last message still burning behind her eyes. The house never truly slept. Footsteps drifted past her door every twenty minutes. A car engine growled once on the service road and cut out. Somewhere downstairs a door closed . Lucas’s trap was live, and the whole goddamn place knew it. She didn’t move. Vanessa’s warning sat in her chest like a stone. The west wing service door would be unlocked by now. Two of Lucas’s men waiting just inside, ready to grab whatever curious little mouse wandered too close. Serena pressed her thighs together and forced her breathing slow. The memory of Damien’s mouth on hers kept sliding back in anyway the scrape of his split knuckles, the hard line of him against her hip, the rough order that he wouldn’t fuck her against a door while half the house was still awake. God, she’d wanted him to.

  • Contracted sin   No local bodies

    Serena lay awake long after the house had settled into its usual silence, the memory of Damien’s mouth on hers looping through her head like a fever she couldn’t break. The kiss hadn’t been soft. His hand in her hair, the rough scrape of his split knuckles against her cheek, the way his body had pressed hers back against the library door until the wood dug into her spine. She could still taste him. Still feel the hard line of his cock against her hip for that single second before he’d broken away and told her he wouldn’t fuck her against a door while half the house was still awake. God, she’d wanted him to. She pressed her thighs together under the sheets and shut her eyes, replaying the low rasp of his voice. By the time grey light leaked through the curtains she had slept maybe two hours, and even those had been full of the warehouse warning and the sound of Damien’s voice promising to keep her alive even if it killed him. She dressed up, covering the bruise with heavier ma

  • Contracted sin   Marked for you

    Serena sat on the edge of the bed long after the unknown number’s last message had gone dark, the phone screen still warm against her palm. Stay away from the east warehouse next week. The words sat in her chest like a swallowed stone. She had no idea what the east warehouse even was. Something industrial on the far side of the estate grounds, half hidden behind the old olive trees and the service road that only the men used after dark. She’d heard Salvatore mention it once in passing short shipments, temporary storage, the kind of place where crates arrived without paperwork and left the same way. But that was all. Just a vague shape in the distance and now a warning that felt heavier than any threat Donato had ever delivered to her face. She typed and deleted three different replies before she finally locked the phone and shoved it under the pillow. Asking more questions would only prove she was listening. And whoever this person was, they already knew too much about her. By m

  • Contracted sin   Who doesn't want you dead

    Serena sat on the edge of the stone bench in the conservatory long after the last of the evening light had bled out of the glass ceiling. The phone in her pocket felt heavier than it should have. She kept pulling it out, unlocking it, staring at the empty thread where the messages had been, then locking it again like the act itself might erase what she had already seen. Who the fuck was this person? And why the sudden concern for her continued breathing? People in Donato’s orbit did not hand out free warnings. The idea that someone might be trying to keep her alive without an obvious angle made her stomach twist harder than the slap had. She stood, pacing the length of the conservatory, bare feet silent on the cool tile. Every few steps she glanced at the glass doors leading back into the main house, half expecting Lucas’s silhouette to appear the way it had earlier when he watched her from the second floor window. He had not bothered to hide it. She needed to move. Sitting sti

  • Contracted sin   The growing shadow

    Serena woke up with her cheek still throbbing. The bruise from Donato’s slap had darkened overnight into an ugly purple and yellow stain that no amount of concealer fully covered. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a long time, staring at her reflection like it belonged to a stranger. The woman looking back at her was tired, angry, and starting to look hollow around the eyes. Dark circles sat beneath them. Her lower lip was slightly swollen from where she had bitten down hard the night before to keep from making a sound. She pressed her fingers gently against the mark and hissed through her teeth. “Fucking bastard,” she muttered under her breath. The shower ran scalding hot. She stood under the spray until her skin turned pink and the bathroom filled with steam. When she finally stepped out, the mirror was completely fogged. She wiped a clear circle with her palm and stared at herself again. You’re still here. She dressed carefully a high necked black dress th

  • Contracted sin   The devil's attention

    The Metropolitan Club was packed with New York’s most powerful people. Bright crystal lights hung from the high ceiling. They cast a soft golden glow over the shiny marble floors and thick velvet curtains. The air smelled of strong whiskey, fancy perfume, and lots of money. Soft music played in th

  • Contracted sin   The weight of sin

    Serena laid across the expensive carpet, her body weak and trembling in the aftermath of yet another powerful orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her legs, she was sore, swollen, and still leaking Damien’s cum in slo

  • Contracted sin   Deeper in damnnation

    Damien’s chest heaved as he stared at Serena, his thick cum still leaking from her swollen, well-fucked pussy and running down her trembling thighs. She looked completely ruined naked, skin flushed, marked with his bites and fingerprints, lips swollen from their violent kisses. Her green eyes were

  • Contracted sin   Burning in silence

    Serena stood alone in the grand living room of the Vitale mansion, the silk robe she wore doing almost nothing to hide her body. The sheer black material was so delicate it was almost transparent under the low lighting. It clung to the full, heavy swell of her breasts, the outline of her hardened

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