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THE TASTE OF RUIN

~MAYA'S POV~

The kiss wasn't a question; it was ruin.

Silas kissed me like a man who had been starving for years and had finally decided to break the glass on the buffet.

His mouth was hot, hard, and demanding. His tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine, tasting of aged scotch and raw, uncontrolled power. I tasted the violence in him, the pent-up frustration of watching me from afar, and it terrified me.

It also set my blood on fire.

I whimpered into his mouth, my hands clutching at the crisp white cotton of his shirt. I could feel the heat of his skin beneath the fabric, the hard slabs of muscle flexing as he crushed me against the wine rack.

"You have no idea," he growled against my lips, his voice rough and unrecognizable. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. Wanted you."

He bit my lower lip....hard enough to sting, soft enough to send a jolt of wetness straight to my core.

"I don't care," I gasped, my head spinning. The oxygen in the room seemed
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    THE RECKONING~SILAS'S POV~The taste of her won't leave my mouth.Three showers. Scrubbed my tongue raw. Didn't help. I want more.5:47 AM and I'm rock hard again, replaying every sound she made. Maya spread out on that wine barrel like an offering. Dark hair everywhere. Those innocent eyes going hazy when I pushed my tongue inside her.Twice. I made her come twice, and she sobbed my name both times.My cock throbs at the memory."Fuck."I shove out of bed, my body protesting. Every muscle aches. My knees are scraped raw from that stone floor. Worth it. I'd do it again right now if she was here.That's the problem.I obliterated every line last night. Burned them to ash. She's twenty-one. My daughter's best friend. A girl I should protect, not defile in a wine cellar. But defiling her felt like worship. I was forty-five years old on my knees, eating out a woman young enough to be my biggest regret.Except I don't regret it.That's what makes me a monster.I turn the shower on. Ice co

  • His Holiday Prohibition    006

    THE TASTE OF RUIN ~MAYA'S POV~The kiss wasn't a question; it was ruin.Silas kissed me like a man who had been starving for years and had finally decided to break the glass on the buffet.His mouth was hot, hard, and demanding. His tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine, tasting of aged scotch and raw, uncontrolled power. I tasted the violence in him, the pent-up frustration of watching me from afar, and it terrified me.It also set my blood on fire.I whimpered into his mouth, my hands clutching at the crisp white cotton of his shirt. I could feel the heat of his skin beneath the fabric, the hard slabs of muscle flexing as he crushed me against the wine rack."You have no idea," he growled against my lips, his voice rough and unrecognizable. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. Wanted you."He bit my lower lip....hard enough to sting, soft enough to send a jolt of wetness straight to my core."I don't care," I gasped, my head spinning. The oxygen in the room seemed

  • His Holiday Prohibition    005

    THE DESCENT ~MAYA'S POV~2:14 AM.The numbers on my bedside clock glowed a mocking red in the darkness.I looked at them, my eyes hurting, my body buzzing with a restless energy that felt like electricity under my skin. I shouldn't be awake. I should be asleep, dreaming of exams, or snow, or literally anything other than the man sleeping in the West Wing.'Don't lock your door.' His voice played in my mind over and over. It was a smooth command, like a quiet warning.I rolled over, kicking off the heavy down duvet. The air in the room was chilly, but my skin was burning. I was wearing a slip of silk....a nightgown I had packed because it was pretty, not because it was useful.Now, the thin fabric clung to my sweat-dampened skin, offering zero protection against the cold or my own thoughts. I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.My eyes drifted to the door handle.I had locked it. Of course I had. I was a reasonable human being. I was Chloe's best friend. I was a guest i

  • His Holiday Prohibition    004

    TRUTH OR DARE ~MAYA’S POV~ The fire in the big stone fireplace was blazing, burning logs as big as small trees, but I still felt cold. It was a deep chill that seemed to come from the glass walls. Outside, everything was gone. The storm had turned into a white blur, hiding the mountains, the sky, and any chance of getting away. We were stuck in a fancy glass room at the edge of the world. "Another one?" Chloe chirped, refilling my wine glass before I could say no. We were sitting on the plush leather rug in front of the fire. Well, Chloe and I were on the rug. Silas was sitting in the high-backed leather armchair just behind us, acting as the silent guardian. He had a glass of amber liquid in his hand—an old bourbon that probably cost more than my mom’s car. He swirled it around, the ice clinking against the glass. Clink. Clink. Clink. It was like a ticking clock counting down to some disaster I couldn’t quite put my finger on yet. “Thanks,” I mumbled, grabbing the g

  • His Holiday Prohibition    003

    THE INTERROGATION ~MAYA’S POV~ I didn't sleep. How could I? Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the ghost pressure of Silas’s hand on my thigh. I felt the heat of his body pressing against my back in the dark. I heard his voice, low and rough, whispering that we were alone. When the generator had finally kicked the lights back on last night, he had stepped away instantly. By the time Chloe stopped screaming about the wifi being down, Silas was already halfway out of the room, looking cool and detached, as if he hadn't just dry-humped his daughter's best friend against a dining chair. Now, at 6:00 AM, the house was silent. Outside, the blizzard was still raging, a white wall of fury that sealed us inside this glass prison. My throat was parched. I needed coffee. I needed caffeine to jumpstart my brain so I could figure out how to survive the next three days without having a nervous breakdown. I crept out of my room, wearing an oversized t-shirt and leggings. I tiptoed p

  • His Holiday Prohibition    002

    THE CAGE LOCKS ~MAYA'S POV~The snow didn't just fall; it came down hard.From the window of the guest bedroom, I saw the white snow cover the mountain, hiding the trees, the road, and everything outside. It looked pretty but fierce.Everything was completely white.I leaned my head against the cold window, looking at the driveway below. The big black SUV that brought us here was running, its red lights glowing in the snowstorm."That's weird," I whispered to myself.The housekeeper, a kind woman named Mrs. Sandy, who had greeted us with hot cocoa just an hour ago, was hurrying out the front door. She had her coat buttoned up to her chin, clutching a bag like her life depended on it.Then, he walked out.Silas.He wasn't wearing a coat and stood outside in the heavy snow with just a dark sweater on. The snowflakes melted on his warm shoulders as he walked to the driver's side of the car.I watched closely as he took a big, thick envelope out of his pocket and handed it to the driver

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