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 MoreI rub my hand over my forehead, trying to force some actual focus into my brain. “Come on, Meeka. Just do your job. Read the stupid report, check the fabric designs sent , think about the wedding, think about literally anything else.I manage to keep my eyes on the screen for maybe thirty seconds tops, before my mind just completely drifts away again. And it doesn't go to flower arrangements, or the seating chart, or even the rehearsal dinner. It doesn't even go to Nathaniel. Instead, it goes straight back to the one place I’ve been desperately trying to avoid for the past one week.Slade.My fingers freeze right over the keyboard. For a complete one week, the guy wouldn't leave me alone. He was calling me non-stop. Morning, afternoon, late at night when I was trying to sleep. My phone was constantly lighting up with voicemails, texts, paragraphs of explanations, literally anything he could think of just to beg me to meet up with him.And then, now there's nothing. Just sudden, total
MEEKA'S POV::“And honestly, if we don't get the approval from CK by Friday, the entire launch is going to be pushed back. I was thinking we could bypass them and go straight to accounting, but I wanted to check if you had the—"The voice is just background noise. A dull, rhythmic sound of the office AC and the distant clacking of keyboards that do not register at all, are all I can hear from a distance.“Meeka? You layout the budget for that yet? Meeka....? Meeka!”I stay frozen, staring straight at the glowing computer screen while my fingers hover totally uselessly over the keys. The rows and columns are just a massive, blurry jumble at this point. Quarterly projections, expense reports, and designs that need an approval stamp by the end of the day. It all just looks like a wall of meaningless black text. I realize I've been staring at the exact same sentence for a solid fifteen minutes now, and if someone asked me right this second, I couldn't tell them a single thing it actually
She doesn't argue with me. She just leans forward a little, her voice dropping to a calm, quiet tone. “What reality is that?”I let out a long, slow breath, rubbing my palms together until they burn. “The reality that there are some things people just shouldn't know about you. Period.”“Why?”“Because once they know...” I let out a dry, bitter laugh that scratches my throat. “They can't unlearn or unsee it. They look at you totally differently from that moment on.”My throat feels tight, like I'm swallowing glass.“They look at you like you're broken.”Evelyn just watches me for a long beat, taking me in. “Has that happened to you before?”I keep my mouth shut. I don't answer her, but then again, I don't really need to. She already knows the answer. Of course she does. She’s been sitting right across from me for every single ugly session since I finally forced myself to start talking. She knows about every nightmare, every sudden panic attack, and every single memory I spent years pr
“Managed what?”“I don't know. Getting under my skin. Making me care.” The words sound completely absurd coming out of my mouth, but they’re true. “I've spent my whole life building walls, making sure nobody ever gets close enough to matter, close enough to do any damage.”“And she did.”“Without even trying. That's the maddening part.” I lean back into the chair, tilting my head to stare up at the ceiling molding. “The funny part is, I don't even remember the exact moment it happened. It’s not like a light switch went off.”“It rarely works that way.”“I just... I woke up one day and realized my first instinct wasn't to push her away anymore. Actually, I’ve wanted her around since the very first night I met her, even when I was pretending otherwise. I found myself wanting to know how her day had been. Me, the guy who couldn’t care less about small talk.” A bitter, self-deprecating smile crosses my face. “I always want to hear her complain about her day. I started looking forward to
MEEKA'S POV::My soul has yet to return to my body. I’m frozen, not moving or breathing, just staring straight ahead, my trembling hands clinging to the wheel as if letting go would send us tumbling into space.The noise of the cheering crowd finally breaks through, and I’m jolt
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
"Meeka."Hearing my real name stops me in my tracks.Even though I’m still angry with him, I dislike that he called me that. I wish he understood just how much I’ve come to hate it when he uses my name instead of the other one he calls me, and hearing it now only tightens something in my chest.I l
MEEKA'S POV:: “Nathaniel is tracking me.”The words crawl out of my throat, feeling heavy and bitter. But the moment they’re out in the air, a knot twists tight in my chest. It’s not just the realization; it’s the memory that slams into the back of my mind immediately after.My fingers curl into m






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