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Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Wrong Skin
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2025-07-04 19:57:10
Jhumie_writesVictor is unraveling, not from heartbreak, but from the one thing he’s never had to face before: rejection. His need for control, for passion on his own terms, makes Ivy’s restraint feel like a wound he can’t cauterize. This chapter dives into his hunger, not just for sex, but for dominance, intimacy, and emotional leverage. It’s raw. It’s feral. It’s Victor Wolfe at his most unfiltered. He won’t force Ivy. But make no mistake, he’ll wait, burn, and ruin everything in the process until she comes to him.
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The storm had only grown heavier, the wind pushing against the windows as though the world itself was warning him to stop. Return. Rethink.He didn’t.Killian stepped through the door of the safe house, the air inside warm in contrast to the cold rain that clung to him like a second skin. The lights were dim, quiet, the place too still. Too watchful.Ivy sat on the couch, waiting.Not pacing.Not anxious.Just waiting, like someone who had already made a decision.She looked up at him, eyes calm in a way that unsettled him more than fear ever could.“You came back early,” she said softly.Killian nodded once. He didn’t speak yet. He was still carrying the adrenaline of the call, the confirmation, the reality that the next hours would either save a man or end everything.He closed the door. Locked it.Then spoke.“I came to move you,” he said. “We’re switching locations. You’re not staying here.”Ivy didn’t flinch. “Where?”“Another house. More secure,” he replied. “Away from this. Away
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The night pressed in like smoke, heavy, suffocating, and too still for comfort. Killian sat alone in the dim study, the low hum of the city outside swallowed by the storm that was breaking somewhere beyond the glass. His phone screen still glowed faintly with the call from his mother.Her voice lingered in his head. “Be careful, Killian… please.”He’d promised her he would be.But he knew promises like that didn’t belong in his world.Killian’s hand tightened around the phone until his knuckles turned white. He replayed every word Elena had said, every tremor in her voice, every pause that sounded more like fear than uncertainty.The location she mentioned.The file she “accidentally” found.A remote property, off the coast, long abandoned, supposedly under restoration by one of Robert’s companies.He could feel it in his gut.This was it.He rose from his seat and crossed to the side table, unlocking the small drawer beneath it. Inside lay the secure satellite phone, one that couldn’t
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