LOGIN“These sharp lips," he growls against my throat, grazing his teeth on my pulse, "they already cost me my soul. And now they'll moan my name...." his hand drags down my waist, gripping it harder as it finds its way to my bare throbbing core. "and learn exactly who they belong to." ******* One brother owns her future. The other is addicted to her ruin. Meeka Clemson is engaged to marry Nathaniel DeWitt, the golden billionaire heir her family chose, the man she's secretly loved for years. But one reckless mistake changes everything. One forbidden night with a stranger she should never have touched. A man who held her like he intends to keep her. Slade is everything she shouldn't want. He's dark, obsessive, reckless and dangerous. And worst of all? He's Nathaniel's older brother. Slade doesn't believe in restraint. He doesn't believe in sharing. And once he tastes Meeka, he refuses to let go. Now every stolen touch becomes a betrayal. Every secret meeting pulls her deeper into the obsession. And the closer the wedding gets, the more ruthless Slade becomes, willing to destroy his brother, his family, and even his own name just to claim her. Now Meeka is trapped between duty and desire, safety and sin. Between the man she's meant to marry, and the man who will burn the world before letting her walk away. Because Slade doesn't do mercy. He does destruction, he possesses. And he'll stop at nothing until she's his. *********** TRIGGER WARNING!!🔞🔞 This book contains explicit sexual scenes, obsession, morally grey characters, toxic desires, raw emotions, family dramas, dark romance themes, and psychological tension. Stay off or get burned. Just kidding! Dive dive in and enjoy the fire.😉😉
View More“You’ve always been like this, taking what isn’t yours just to prove you can.” Nathaniel spits, his calm finally cracking. “Stay the hell away from Meeka. I’m warning you, Slade. And I’m not going to repeat myself again.”“And you know I’m not in the habit of taking orders from you or anyone,” Slade replies, his voice smooth as ever. “So that works out nicely for both of us.”“Stay. Away. From. My. Fiancee.” Nathaniel warns, counting and meaning every word he lets out. “Touch her again and I’ll destroy you, Slade. Both financially, legally and publicly. I’ll ruin you so completely you won’t even recognize what’s left. I'll expose every little, dirty illegal shitty thing you do in secrets. And I'll make sure to ruin that clean reputation you think you're trying to build.”“I have everything I need to ruin you too,” Slade counters, his voice dropping into a deadly, quiet register. “And unlike you, I don't care if I burn the whole house and everyone down to do it. You’re playing a game y
MEEKA'S POV::I excuse myself as soon as I can without making it obvious I’m running. My legs feel unsteady as I push back from the table and murmur something about needing the restroom. Nathaniel gives me a quick, concerned glance, his hand brushing my wrist like he’s trying to anchor me there, but I slip away before he can say anything more. The guilt almost hits me right away, but it leaves before it can even form. Honestly, I'm still trying to understand his sudden attitude towards me lately. He suddenly seems to care, and even has time for me, unlike the ‘busy’ him I've known since I can remember.He’s been trying to be good to me, clearly trying to protect the future we’re supposed to have, and here I am, already halfway lost to his brother. Which I don't even give a damn about anymore.The second the restroom door clicks shut behind me, I finally breathe.Not the polite, measured breaths I’ve been forcing at the table, b
I put the phone back down and try to listen to Mr. DeWitt. He’s talking about partnerships and numbers, and our upcoming wedding, ofcourse, but none of it sticks. Not when Slade is sitting right there.“So, Rebel—I mean, Meeka.”I freeze again. This time, he isn't being subtle. He cuts right through whatever his father was saying. Mr. DeWitt stops mid-sentence. His mother’s fork hovers in the air. Slade leans back in his chair, looking way too comfortable. “We haven’t heard much from you tonight,” he says. His tone is casual, but his eyes are intense. “You’ve been very quiet. Everything alright?”My chest feels tight, like it's being tied with a rope, as everyone turns to look at me.“I'm alright. I’ve just been listening,” I say, trying to stay composed. “Mm,” he hums. “You seem like someone who has a lot of opinions, though.”This is so dangerous. “I do,” I say carefully. “Then give us one,” he presses, leaning an elbow on the table. “What do you think about all this?”“All thi
MEEKA’S POV::Dinner starts exactly the way I knew it would. It's controlled, precise and suffocating the hell out of me.The clink of silver against china is way too loud in the silence. Everyone’s talking in these perfectly polished sentences, like they’ve been rehearsing their lines all day and I’m the only one who didn’t get the script. Nathaniel is right next to me, as steady as a rock, safe and predictable as always. Across from us, Mr. DeWitt is running the show, steering the conversation from business deals to family alliances like he’s conducting an orchestra.And me? I’m just playing my part. I nod when I’m supposed to. I smile on cue and only speak when someone asks me a direct question. I’m being the perfect fiancée—exactly what they want.For a second, I actually start to relax, realizing soon that there’s one person missing. One person whom they often say usually ruins everything. Slade.He’s not her
The drive to Meeka’s place is even quieter than the night itself.She’s slumped in the passenger seat, buried in the jacket I practically forced onto her the second she stopped shaking enough to walk. Her hands are tucked deep into the sleeves, like she’s trying to disappear inside the fabric. Sin
Slade’s voice is gravel wrapped in velvet when he finally speaks the words that have been simmering between us all night.“I’m going to make you come so hard you forget every other name but mine.”The promise lands in my ears loud enough it makes my pulse slam against my throat.
As soon as those words leave my lips, something shifts in his eyes. Even his grip on my waist tightens. The teasing in those eyes remains but intensifies.“You're looking for trouble, Rebel.”I gulp hard; my heart is racing so fast it feels like it might bruise my ribs.“You’re playing games,” I ac
*~*~* I didn’t argue after that. The way he looked at me in the store, with a calm yet unyielding gaze, made it clear this wasn’t a debate I could win. Now, I smell different and I’m wearing a new dress. It’s made of soft cream silk that feels luxuriou


















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