LOGINShe was fire—and she knew I was the one already burning.Nico murmured something at her ear. She smiled, then laughed, tipping her head back. Her throat exposed. His hand too close to her spine.She flicked her gaze toward me—barely a glance. Then turned away.My jaw tightened.“Jesus,” Cooper mutte
WESLEY's POVI arrived fashionably late, as expected. A calculated move—enough to rattle Mona and remind the rest of them I only appeared when I damn well pleased. Cooper flanked me in silent formation, his eyes sweeping the grand marble entryway like a soldier entering enemy territory. Technically,
But it wasn’t until I felt the sudden presence at my side that I knew the temperature had dropped.Wesley.He didn’t say a word, but the silence around him roared. He was dressed in his usual sharp lines and shadowed intensity, but something about him now was coiled—tightly held fury barely hidden b
CARA's POVThe zipper hissed softly as I adjusted the back of my dress, smoothing the fabric over my hips. The satin clung like a second skin, emerald green and deliberate—just enough modesty to pass as elegant, just enough curve to command attention. I glanced at my reflection, tilting my chin slig
I stood, calm and controlled.“She’s neither.”Mona’s eyes gleamed as she closed the last of the space between us. She was close enough that I could see the scar near her collarbone—the one she kept visible on purpose.“She should be one or the other,” she whispered. “Soon. Because people are watchi
WESLEY's POVThe hum of the servers was the only sound that didn’t piss me off tonight.I leaned against the edge of the control desk, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the monitors. Grainy footage from every inch of the estate flickered across the wall—shadows passing through halls, staff rotations logge
It wasn’t slow anymore.It was fast, and hungry, and messy.He turned me over like I weighed nothing, kissed me again like we hadn’t already broken every line.I didn’t care about lines anymore.His mouth was everywhere—my neck, my breasts, the curve of my waist. His hand slid between my legs again
CARA's POVHis hands moved with a kind of patience that made me ache.There was no rush in him. No fumbling. Just warmth—steady, deliberate, unrelenting. He touched my waist first, then trailed up beneath the hem of my top like he had all the time in the world to learn what made me unravel.I forgot
CARA's POVThe room was too quiet. Too still.Wesley’s shirt sat folded on my dresser, right where I left it after the beach. It still smelled faintly of him—warm cotton, salt, and something unnameably sharp. I walked past it without touching it, though my fingers itched.I had showered already. My
WESLEY's POVThe sand was still warm in some places.I had left the estate without a word—just unbuttoned my cuffs, rolled the sleeves, and let the sea draw me down like it always did when the world got too damn loud. The jacket was somewhere behind me, probably crumpled in a chair. I should’ve care







