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He Has A Weakness
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2025-06-23 08:04:03Reid
Thorne stormed past me and his guard like he was running away from his Angel of death.His face, always a stone mask was shattered with emotion. Rage. Panic.And something that looked a hell of a lot like heartbreak.I blinked. “Isn’t Elena his slave?”The words slipped out before I could stop them, low and skeptical.The woman near the wall, still fixing her blouse lifted her chin. “Today,” she said quietly, “we’ll find that out.”Then she turned, heels clicking, calm as ever, like she knew the entire script of what was happening.I stood there for a breath, mind racing. Something was wrong. Thorne acting that way for his enemy's doppelganger.And I hated how much I wanted to know what.“Shit,” I muttered, then pushed off the wall and sprinted after Thorne and his guard.The hallway was chaos, Vigil barking orders, fire alarms still screaming, the smell of smoke already cl
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HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME Pleasure Numbs Pain. For A While.
~FreyaHer mouth was still on me, tongue teasing, lips slick with desire.I grabbed her hair, fingers twisting into the strands, and pulled her head back.She looked up at me, surprised and turned on.“Lie down,” I said, voice low and dark.Rosy obeyed instantly, crawling backward until she was on her back, eyes wide with anticipation. I climbed on top of her, reversing our positions from just minutes before. Now it was her pinned beneath me, her breathing shallow, her pupils blown wide with want.“You made me fall apart,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her hard. “Now it’s your turn.”I kissed her neck, biting gently until she moaned. My hands slid over her chest, slipping under her shirt, nails dragging up her ribs. I peeled her top off and tossed it aside, then cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were hard and aching.She arched into me, but I pinned her wrists above her head."You're not calling the shots anymore, Rosy," I murmured against her ear.
HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME Touch Me.
~FreyaMarcel’s body lay cold on the marble floor.Lorenzo was bent over him, his voice hoarse, whispering Marcel’s name again and again, like repetition might reverse death. Like his brother could wake from this if only he begged hard enough.Rosy didn’t cry.She stood still in the doorway, arms slack at her sides, her lips parted slightly like she’d just swallowed something bitter. Her gaze wasn’t on Marcel, no, it was locked on the far wall, blank.I couldn’t stand there anymore.The scent of blood and metal was starting to creep under my skin. I turned and walked toward the side room, and after a moment, Rosy followed.We sat in silence. She didn’t look at me. Her fingers were twitching like she was trying to keep herself from trembling, but her eyes still didn’t blink.Then finally, she spoke.“You think we can ever avenge him?”Her voice was small. Timid. Like a little girl who used to believe the world was fair. But we weren’t children anymore. We were soldiers. Orphans of a
HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME Cornered!
Katherine.The mirror in front of me didn’t lie. My hands were steady, my lips parted just enough to allow the creamy red lipstick to glide smoothly. I wasn’t in a rush. I rarely was. I had mastered the art of composure long before the world around me learned how to burn. When I still used my body to gain informations from influential men, making myself a irresistible liability for them is never a problem.A faint knock echoed on the door. I ignored it.The knock turned into a slam.Raven barged in like he owned the room, like fury had carried him past logic and restraint. Of course, he owned the room.His eyes, normally sharp, always observant were wild now, bloodshot, his chest heaving.I smirked into the mirror."Did I say you could come in?" I asked, still holding the lipstick in my hand, perfectly poised to finish the curve of my mouth."Marcel is dead. Thorne killed him."I didn’t flinch."And Thorne?" I asked, dragging the stick along the edge of my lower lip."Still breathi
HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME In His Arms. Again.
Elena I woke to the scent of iron and antiseptic, and something else too, leather and smoke. Thorne.The dull ache in my shoulder became a sharp scream the moment I tried to shift. I gasped, teeth grinding as I dropped back onto the pillow.“Don’t move,” a voice ordered, low and unmistakably him.My eyes fluttered open. The room was dim, the walls painted a faded white, likely a safe house. Thorne sat beside the bed, his black shirt rolled up at the sleeves, blood crusted along his knuckles. His coat lay draped across a chair, and his dagger gleamed on the table like a second spine.He hadn’t shaved. Dark scruff outlined his jaw, and his eyes were rimmed with shadows, not from sleep, but from something heavier. Guilt. Rage. I couldn’t decide.“You’ve been here the whole time?” I rasped.He didn’t answer right away. Just poured water into a glass, then helped me drink from it. His
HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME Thorne's Fury. Marcel's Death.
ElenaMarcel stepped closer. The others moved out.He approached me slowly, like I was dangerous.“We’re not really sure who the real one is between you and Katherine,” he said, voice low. “But I want it to be you.”The sincerity in his voice hit me in a place I didn’t expect. Something flickered behind his eyes, regret, hope, maybe both.I narrowed mine. “Why? Is it because of the password? You need someone to unlock the Obsidian Sons, right? If that’s what this is about, you’re wasting your time. I don’t have them. She should.”His jaw tightened. “That’s exactly why I want it to be you.” His voice cracked with something between desperation and rage. “Because she doesn’t know the password. And if you do, it changes everything.”There was heat in his eyes now, barely restrained. A storm gathering behind his calm.Then it snapped. He raised his voice, sudden and sharp. “Why don’t you remember?!”The shout startled me, more because of the way it twisted his expression like he hated him
HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME Elena? Even If It's A Trap!
ReidLucia's head rested on my chest, hair spilling across my skin, and I could feel every shallow breath she took. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of bedsheets and the soft sound of her lips parting when my finger dragged slowly over her nipple.I was staring at my phone, pretending to be focused, scanning messages I didn’t care about. But my left hand had a mind of its own. It circled, teased, tugged on her hard nipples.She let out a soft moan, one of those broken, breathy sounds that made my muscles tighten. Her legs shifted restlessly against mine, her body chasing what my hand was promising.She didn’t speak. Her body told me everything.I tossed the phone aside. It landed somewhere on the bed, forgotten.Lucia shifted, her head lifting slightly from my chest as if to look at me, but I didn’t let her. My palm slid up to her jaw, tilting her face so her lips hovered near mine."You want something again, angel?" I asked, voice low and lazy, like I had all night to
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