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Chapter 8 - Between Obsession and Exposure

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The air in the bedroom still smelled of sweat and sin. My body ached from the way Adrian had made me unravel under his gaze, but my mind was a storm of guilt. Alyssa’s face flashed in my head, her voice before the accident echoing like a curse: “Don’t let him know… don’t tell him.”

Yet here I was, drowning in her fiancé’s arms.

Adrian hadn’t moved since I collapsed, still propped on his elbow, watching me like I was some rare, dangerous treasure he’d finally claimed. His lips curved in a slow, dangerous smile as his fingers brushed my cheek.

“You’re flushed,” he murmured. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you come undone?”

Shame surged through me. I tried to look away, but his grip on my chin forced my eyes back to his.

“Don’t hide from me.” His voice hardened. “You gave me everything just now. And I’ll keep taking until there’s nothing left for anyone else.”

“Adrian…” My whisper trembled, more plea than protest.

His gaze darkened, hunger and something more dangerous swirling th
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