INICIAR SESIÓN"I need to be inside you, sunshine... please," he rasped out, his command softening into a low, desperate plea against my skin. He trailed his mouth down the sensitive line of my jaw, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear before he sank his lips into the crook of my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a deep, dark mark that would claim me for weeks. "Open up for me, baby." A shudder tore through my entire body, my toes curling against the edge of the mahogany desk as the deep, primal vibration of his voice unraveled the last shred of my self-control. "Adrian..." I whimpered, my fingers tangling helplessly in his dark hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. He didn't need to be told twice. Adrian hooked his hands under my knees, parting my legs wider until I was completely open to him. He guided the thick, throbbing head of his shaft straight against my slick, swollen center, teasing me with one long, agonizingly slow rub up and down my core before he pressed for
His broad hands slid under the hem of my apron, bunching the fabric up past my hips until my bare, exposed thighs rested against his broad shoulders. I gripped the wooden edge of the desk, my knuckles white, my breathing coming in ragged, terrified gasps as Adrian pushed my knees further apart. "Adrian, wait—someone could walk in—" "Let them," he growled low, his dark baritone vibrating straight against my inner thigh as he pressed a hot, lingering kiss to the delicate skin just above my knee. "Let the whole damn house hear what belongs to me." He didn't wait for another plea. Adrian buried his face between my thighs, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive center a fraction of a second before his tongue made direct, wet contact. A sharp, breathless scream ripped from my throat. My back arched off the mahogany desk, my fingers twisting wildly into the collar of his crisp white shirt as he began a slow, punishing lick upward, tasting every drop of slick heat I was alrea
After the tears finally dried, I pulled myself off the floor, my limbs heavy as lead. I grabbed my phone from the small wooden table and dialed Joan’s number. Listening to the steady ring, I pressed the cool glass of the screen against my burning ear. "Mara! Oh, thank God," Joan’s warm, anxious voice cut through the receiver the moment she picked up. "I was getting worried when I didn't hear from you. How is everything over there?" "I'm here, Joan," I rasped out, forcing my voice to stay even, though my throat felt raw. "I'm sorry. I just... wanted to check on my mom. Have you heard anything from the hospital today? How is she holding up?" "She's stable, sweetheart," Joan replied gently, her comforting tone easing a fraction of the knot in my chest. "The nurses said her vitals were steady this morning and she slept through the night without any issues. You don't need to stress yourself while you're working. Just focus on what you're doing, and I'll keep an eye on things here
MARA "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to pull my threadbare cardigan tighter around my shoulders. "You weren't supposed to be here until next week." "When you decided to stop answering my calls, darling, I thought it would be fun to drop by and pay my girlfriend a little visit," Julian said, his tone dripping with smooth, venomous warmth. "Julian, please. I've had a long morning, and I really don't want to talk about this now," I pleaded, gesturing vaguely toward my face. The cold ocean air stung my cheek, a constant, throbbing reminder of Elsie’s hand and the complete disaster my life had become. Julian took a slow step off the weathered wood of the pier, his leather shoes crunching on the wet gravel. He reached out, his long fingers catching my chin with a light, almost gentle touch that sent a shiver of pure revulsion down my spine. He tilted my head to the side, inspecting the angry red stain on my skin. "Mmm... looks like the high-s
ADRIAN'S POV Shit. This wasn't how I had envisioned this weekend playing out. Once again, I had completely fucked up. Last night should never have happened. I was thinking with my dick instead of my head—a pathetic, amateur mistake I had never made in my entire life. But somehow, the second Elizabeth stepped into my space, she dragged every dark, possessive impulse I spent years suppressing straight to the surface. And now that I had finally tasted her? There was no turning back. I wasn't ever letting her go. I stalked down the dimly lit corridor toward my private quarters. Sunlight was breaking fully over the horizon, painting the stone walls in pale gold. The entire estate would be awake within the hour, gathered for the morning breakfast where Elsie and I had quietly agreed to announce the end of our arrangement. Given the bloody spectacle in the foyer ten minutes ago, I doubt a civilized announcement was on the table anymore. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand
I yanked my arm back from Adrian’s grip with every ounce of strength I had, tearing myself free from his hold. "Elsie!" I gasped out, my voice cracking with absolute panic. I didn't look back at Adrian. I turned on my heel and sprinted down the corridor after her, my heart hammering violently against my ribs. Elsie had dropped the wooden tray—the sound of shattering glass and rolling fruit echoing off the stone walls behind me—and was retreating fast toward the main foyer, her shoulders shaking with violent, ragged sobs. "Elsie, please wait! Stop, please!" I pleaded, catching up to her at the foot of the grand staircase. I reached out, desperately grabbing her sleeve. "Please, just let me explain!" Elsie whipped around, and the girl standing before me was completely unrecognizable. The soft, sweet, innocent friend who had welcomed me with open arms was gone. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated hate. The gentle warmth I had known w
I am fucking tired.If I have to serve one more sorry-ass, rude rich couple with their fake smiles and diamond-studded entitlement, I might as well just throw myself under the next delivery truck.My life is nothing but hell — working four jobs, unpaid bills, student loans, a sick mother, and a lan
By eight, I was already in front of Clara’s office building, Allegra Group, sweaty palms, thrift-store blouse, and all.Stella, the assistant with the sharp bob and sharper attitude, escorted me into a glass-walled conference room. A few staff members were already seated, murmuring over schedules
Handsome didn’t quite cut it. He was stunning, the kind of man who made people stop mid-sentence without even realizing it. His hair was jet black, cut sharp at the sides, falling just enough over his forehead to make him look recklessly elegant. He stood at least six-foot-five, broad-shouldered w
The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out into the afternoon air with the biggest grin I’d had in months. The sun hit my face, warm and sharp, and for once, it didn’t feel like the city was working against me. I had a job. Not just any job —an in. People in expensive shoes brushed past







