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The terms of belonging

Author: Ranya Vale
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-16 03:21:30

The kitchen was still steeped in heat.

The coffee had gone cold, the marble streaked with sweat and breath and the kind of silence that didn’t ask to be broken. Ivy stayed where he had left her, chest pressed to the counter, legs weak, her body pulsing with the rhythm he’d buried in her. She could still feel him inside her, thick and hard and unapologetic. The echo of his voice haunted the air around them.

She didn’t speak.

Neither did he.

Victor stood behind her with both hands braced on her hips. His grip wasn’t punishing. It wasn’t even possessive anymore. Just grounded. Still.

As if he knew one wrong move would shatter what was left of the moment.

He leaned down slowly, breath grazing her shoulder, mouth brushing the damp skin at her spine. “You can’t ask me to be soft with you, Ivy.”

She didn’t answer right away.

She pushed up onto her elbows, turned her face toward him, and let him see her. Not the girl from the penthouse contract. Not the trembling thing from the confes
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  • Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession   A name that doesn’t belong to her

    The office smelled like new carpet and expensive ink. Neutral tones stretched across the room in careful symmetry, from the soft matte gray of the filing cabinets to the pale wood of the conference table where Ivy sat. The window behind her let in soft winter light, cutting across the glass in clean lines, slicing everything into neat, manageable shapes.None of it felt like her.The papers in front of her were crisp, the black ink still gleaming faintly in places. Legal documentation. Non-disclosures. Employment agreements. Corporate allegiance dressed up in language too clean to be honest. Her name sat at the top of every page, printed in sharp capital letters.IVY SOPHIA MOORE.It didn’t feel like a name anymore. It felt like a headline. A weight. A version of herself she had folded up months ago and buried somewhere between Victor’s floor and his silence.She signed anyway.The pen moved without hesitation. Her hand didn’t sh

  • Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession   She waited for the knock that never came

    The bed was cold on his side. Not the kind of cold that lingered after someone left for coffee or returned with warm hands and a careless apology. This was the kind of cold that meant he had been gone for hours. Maybe since the middle of the night. Maybe before she even fell asleep. It felt intentional.Ivy lay still for a moment. The sheets twisted low around her hips. Her pulse moved slower than it should have. Her eyes remained open. She didn’t blink, didn’t reach for the phone. She already knew what it would say. Or rather, what it wouldn’t.The silence in the room didn’t feel peaceful. It pressed against her ribs like a weight she had earned. Her limbs felt heavy, her chest tight with something she couldn’t name. The space beside her, the one that still held the crease of his body, gave off no warmth. It gave off no memory. Just distance.She turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling, unmoving. That ceiling had watched her fall apart more times t

  • Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession   The edge of his silence

    Victor The door closed behind him with a soft click. Victor did not lock it. He didn’t even glance back. There was no reason to. He knew Ivy would not follow him, not after the way he had left her standing there with a truth neither of them was ready to carry aloud. His steps down the hall were slow, deliberate, each one echoing more than it should have in the still air. The penthouse was too quiet. He entered his private suite and let the door fall shut behind him. He did not bother with the lights. The faint ambient glow from the city outside was enough to outline the familiar shapes inside the room. The muted gray of the armchair by the window, the glass decanter untouched on the side table, the long shadows stretching across the carpet like fingers from a memory he did not want to hold. He sat down. The leather was cool beneath him, giving only slightly beneath his weight. The windowpane

  • Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession   The room with the locked door

    The morning came in pieces.Ivy woke curled on the floor beside her bed, her cheek pressed against the cool wood, one arm tucked beneath her ribs like she’d been protecting herself in sleep. Her body ached from the position, joints stiff, skin creased from the edge of the rug. The air in the apartment was still and stale. No sounds. No footfalls. No voice calling her name.Victor hadn’t come back.She pulled herself up slowly, standing before she was ready. Her limbs felt heavier than usual, but her head was clear. Not empty, but sharp in the way it only got after too much restraint. Her mouth was dry. Her hands shook a little when she opened the door to the hallway.The kitchen was quiet.Sonia was there, already dressed, already pretending everything was normal. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t look at Ivy like anything was different. She simply placed a cup of coffee beside Ivy’s usual seat, then returned to rinsing dishes with a k

  • Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession   A voice he doesn’t want to hear

    The message wasn’t from him.It came through Sonia, short and sterile: He expects you home by nine.Not a command. Not even a warning. Just a statement of fact, dropped into her inbox like it hadn’t been days since she last heard his voice. Ivy stared at the words until her phone dimmed, the letters fading back into black. She should have ignored it. She should have finished her meal, gone back to the spreadsheets, stayed in the light of a place that didn’t ask her to kneel just to be seen.But she didn’t.She was home by eight fifty-eight.The penthouse was dark when she stepped in, shadows layered over polished floors and silent walls. A single lamp cast a soft amber glow across the far side of the room. Victor sat in one of the low chairs near the fireplace, legs crossed, a crystal glass in his hand. He didn’t turn when she entered. Just lifted the glass to his mouth and sipped slowly, like the room hadn’t changed, like she hadn’t just walked back into the orbit he pretended not to

  • Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession   The quiet that cuts

    The office was quiet in a different way than Victor’s penthouse. There was no oppressive stillness here, no calculated silence meant to control the pace of her breath or the rhythm of her thoughts. Halden Strategic Advisory thrummed with soft activity, phones ringing in other rooms, the occasional clack of heels on polished stone, and the low hum of voices through thin glass walls. It was sound, but it didn’t touch her.Ivy sat at her assigned desk, a clean slate of walnut and chrome that faced a wall of angled glass. Outside, the skyline reflected pieces of itself, fragments of towers and clouds caught in the mirrored surface. She kept her eyes on the screen in front of her, scrolling through lines of numbers she didn’t need long to understand. The project was tedious, but not difficult. The challenge wasn’t the work.It was staying in her body.Victor hadn’t called. He hadn’t messaged. The silence between them had started as punishment, but now it had become something worse. Someth

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