LOGINLiora slammed the door shut, locking it with a sharp click. Thorne was gone, finally kicked out of her space. She didn't care where he went or who he crawled to. He was a parasite, and she had finally ripped him off. She grabbed her bag and headed to her car, the engine roaring as she tore away from the curb.As she drove, Riven flashed in her mind. That night had been a blur of heat and friction, a desperate collision of two people who hated everyone else. She could still feel the phantom weight of him, the way he’d pushed her into the mattress and claimed every inch of her. Her thighs still felt heavy, a dull ache reminding her of how he’d stretched her and left her shaking. She shook her head, forcing the thought away. Riven was a predator. He didn't do "feelings," and she couldn't afford to be another trophy in his collection.She pulled into the office parking lot and marched inside. The building was a hive of activity, but Liora tuned it all out. She hit her desk and dove straig
Liora pushed the door open ,her whole body and pussy still aching. She wasn't even walking well. She dropped her bag by the entrance and scanned the space, spotting Thorne sprawled on the couch, remote in hand. Her jaw tightened as she fixed her stare on him. “Where have you been?”He asked her"And what are you still doing here?"Thorne sat up straighter, setting the remote aside. He tilted his head, brows furrowing. "What do you mean by what am I still doing here? This is our house. Where else do you want me to be? And what the heck happened to you? You are embarrassing."He rose and approached her, steps measured. As he neared, his gaze dropped to her neck. "Is that a hickey I see? You went out there cheating on me."The accusation hit her. Audacity .Without pause, she raised her hand and struck his face with full force. The blow knocked him off balance, his body swaying as he caught himself against the wall. Rage boiled up inside her, words tumbling out in a rush. "You son of a bi
Liora stirred the next morning, her body protesting every shift. Soreness gripped her from head to toe, a deep ache that rooted in her core and spread outward. Riven had pushed through the night, his stamina outlasting hers by far. She had tried to keep up, matching his rhythm for as long as possible, but eventually, her limits hit. Exhaustion overtook her mid-motion, and she drifted off while he continued, her form limp against him. Now, the evidence lingered—hickeys dotted her skin in clusters, from her collarbone down to her inner thighs, each one a faint throb when she moved.She slid from the bed with care, easing her weight onto the floor to avoid jarring the tender spots. The mattress dipped slightly under her departure, but Riven remained asleep, his breathing steady. She stood there for a moment, testing her balance, legs shaky from the strain. Then she reached for her dried clothes folded on the nearby chair, the fabric cool against her fingers. She pulled on the dress first
Liora descended the stairs with measured steps, the polo's hem brushing her upper thighs like a teasing whisper. The fabric, soft and oversized, clung lightly to her damp skin, the neckline dipping just enough to hint at the curve of her collarbone. Barefoot, she felt the cool hardwood beneath her soles, each creak amplifying the quiet anticipation coiling in her belly. The house enveloped her in its hush, shadows dancing from the fire's glow downstairs, drawing her toward the living room where Riven waited.He lounged by the fireplace, a tumbler in hand, the flames casting amber highlights across his sharp features. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing forearms corded with subtle strength, and his eyes lifted as she entered, locking onto her form with immediate intensity. The polo rode up slightly with her movement, revealing the smooth expanse of her legs, pale and unmarked save for the faint flush from her bath. Riven's gaze traveled downward, lingering on the exposed skin, a
The confined space of the car hummed with the downpour's relentless drum, each drop a pulse echoing the turmoil in Liora's chest. Riven's fingers lingered under her chin, tilting her face toward his, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to the chill seeping through the windows. His eyes held hers, stormy and unyielding, pulling her into a vortex of unresolved tension. Without a word, he bridged the gap, his lips capturing hers in a surge of fervor that stole her breath.The kiss unfolded like a secret unveiled—urgent yet measured, his mouth pressing with a depth that unraveled her guarded layers. One hand cradled the back of her head, drawing her nearer, while the other rested on her thigh, a steady anchor amid the rising tide of sensation. Liora's world tilted, the seatbelt a faint barrier as she leaned into him, her lips parting under the gentle insistence of his tongue. Flavors mingled: the faint salt of rain on her skin, the subtle spice of his breath, weaving a tapestry of red
The relentless downpour transformed the city into a shimmering veil, each drop a cold accusation against Liora's skin as she huddled beneath the lamppost. Her body trembled not just from the chill seeping into her bones, but from the storm raging within—betrayal's sharp edges slicing through the fragile hope she'd carried into Thorne's home just hours before. The ring she'd chosen, simple yet symbolic of a shared future, now felt like a mocking weight in her pocket, its promise dissolved in the flood of tears mingling with rainwater. She pressed her forehead against the metal pole, the rough texture grounding her as sobs wracked her frame, raw and unfiltered. Headlights pierced the gloom, slowing to a crawl beside her. The window descended with a soft whir, and a voice emerged from the shadows, familiar in a way that twisted her gut. 'Well, well, what do we have here?' It was Riven—Thorne's shadow, the man whose name alone could ignite fury in her former lover's eyes. Riven, with hi







