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The Morning After

Author: Alia Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-10 06:47:32

The sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding the penthouse in pale gold. The city hummed far below, but inside, silence reigned.

Aria lay tangled in the silk sheets, her body aching from Ethan’s relentless touch. Every inch of her skin carried his mark—red where his mouth had branded, bruised where his fingers had gripped.

She stared at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

Last night had been madness. A storm she hadn’t been able to stop. She had told herself she hated him, yet when he touched her, her body betrayed her again and again.

The mattress shifted. Ethan rose from the bed, pulling on his trousers, his back to her. His muscles were tense, as if the war inside him hadn’t ended with the night.

Aria swallowed, her throat dry. “You can’t keep doing this.”

Ethan paused, his shirt half-buttoned. “Doing what?”

“Using me to feed your obsession. Fighting anyone who comes near me. Controlling every breath I take.” Her voice cracked, but she fo
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  • His Contract Mistress   Between Fire and Chains

    Her skin prickled under the weight of their gazes. One burned with fury and control, the other with sin and promise.“You think this is a game,” Ethan said, his voice sharp, cutting into the silence. His glare never left Nathaniel. “Breaking into my home. Standing here. Looking at her like she belongs to you.”Nathaniel tilted his head, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Because she does.” His smirk curved into something darker. “Not on paper. Not on your contracts. But in spirit. In fire. Tell me you don’t see it, Aria.”The sound of her name on his lips made her knees tremble. She hated that it did, but she couldn’t deny it. Nathaniel’s words stirred something forbidden inside her, something she didn’t want to face.Ethan’s grip tightened. “Look at me, Aria.” His voice was low, commanding. “You don’t belong to him. You belong to me.”Her throat tightened. “I don’t belong to anyone,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m not your contract, and I’m not your prize. I’m me.”But

  • His Contract Mistress   Silence

    The penthouse was suffocating with silence. Aria sat on the edge of the couch, her hands clenched in her lap, while Ethan paced the room like a caged lion. Nathaniel lounged by the bar, pouring himself a drink as though he owned the place, his smirk taunting every step Ethan took.“How the hell did you get in here?” Ethan snapped, his voice low but lethal.Nathaniel swirled the whiskey glass lazily. “Connections. You of all people should know that locks, guards, and contracts don’t stop a man determined enough.” His eyes flicked to Aria, gleaming. “Especially when the prize is this irresistible.”Ethan’s growl was primal. He grabbed Nathaniel by the collar, slamming him against the bar. Aria gasped, rushing to her feet. “Stop! Both of you!”Nathaniel didn’t flinch, didn’t break his stare. “Go ahead, Blackwood. Hit me. Show her just how civilized you really are.”Aria’s hand pressed to Ethan’s chest, trying to pull him back. She could feel the raw power thrumming through him, the fury

  • His Contract Mistress   Crystal

    The gala hall shimmered with opulence—crystal chandeliers, champagne glasses clinking, whispers of money and power echoing against marble walls. Aria stood between two worlds: Ethan’s world, where her body was bound by a contract, and Nathaniel’s, where freedom was promised but edged with danger.Her gown was silk the color of midnight, chosen by Ethan, a silent declaration that she belonged to him. But as she caught Nathaniel’s gaze across the crowd, her pulse betrayed her. He looked devastating in a tailored suit, his smirk carved with sin, his eyes never leaving her.Ethan noticed. He always noticed. His hand slid to her lower back, firm, possessive, sending heat down her spine. “Ignore him,” he murmured against her ear, his voice low enough to be a threat.“I can’t,” Aria whispered back, her throat tight. “He’s coming this way.”And he was. Nathaniel moved through the crowd like a predator, people parting around him, his smile charming but his intent razor-sharp. When he reached t

  • His Contract Mistress   Shadow

    The night wrapped itself around the city like a velvet curtain, but Aria felt no comfort in its embrace. Every shadow seemed alive, whispering secrets she wasn’t ready to hear. She stood by the tall windows of Ethan’s penthouse, the glass cool against her fingertips, her heart restless even as the city lights glittered below.Behind her, she felt him—his presence filling the room long before his words did. Ethan was leaning against the edge of the leather sofa, his jacket discarded, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his gaze on her back as though he could burn through her dress and into her skin.“You’re distracted again,” he said, his voice low and cutting through the silence.Aria turned, her expression carefully neutral. “I’m allowed to think, Ethan. Or is that not written into the contract you forced me into?”The edge in her tone made his jaw tighten, but his eyes darkened with something far more dangerous than anger. Desire. Possession. That endless hunger that both thrilled and terr

  • His Contract Mistress   Freedom with Teeth

    The night air was sharp and cold, biting at Aria’s skin as she ran.Her lungs burned, her legs ached, but she didn’t stop. Not until the villa disappeared behind the trees, its broken windows glowing like the eyes of a beast she’d barely escaped.She stumbled to a halt on the dirt road, clutching her side. Her chest rose and fell violently, her pulse hammering in her ears.She was free.For the first time in months, no chains clutched her wrists. No contracts bound her body. No man’s shadow loomed over her.But the freedom tasted strange—metallic, bitter. Like blood.She wrapped her arms around herself, staring up at the sliver of moon above.Where could she go? Her old apartment was gone. Her job had long vanished. Even the city felt poisoned, Ethan’s empire spreading through every street, Nathaniel’s men lurking in every corner.She had nowhere. No one.But still—she was free.And she would fight to keep it.Hours later, she found herself on the edge of the city. A neon sign flicker

  • His Contract Mistress   The Standoff

    The villa was a tomb of silence, except for the ragged sound of three people breathing.Ethan’s grip on Aria’s wrist was bruising, unyielding. His body radiated fury, his gun still slick from the blood of the man he’d just shot.Nathaniel stood several feet away, his arm trembling as he aimed his weapon at his brother. Blood streamed from a cut above his eye, but his gaze was steady, sharp, unflinching.“Let her go,” Nathaniel commanded.Ethan’s lips curled into a dark smile. “You’re still giving orders? After crawling back from the floor I left you on?”“This isn’t about me,” Nathaniel growled. “It’s about her. Look at her, Ethan. You’re crushing the very thing you claim to love.”Aria’s pulse raced, every nerve stretched thin. She looked down at Ethan’s hand wrapped around her wrist—like a manacle—and then at Nathaniel’s finger curled over the trigger.Her fate balanced on a single twitch.“Aria,” Nathaniel said, his voice softer now. His eyes, even bloodshot, held hers. “Tell him y

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