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The Risk of Wanting Him

Author: Nikki Loreal
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-12 05:01:36

Nova closed the door with more force than she meant to. The sound echoed through the quiet house like a judgment. She dropped her keys on the entryway table. Didn't bother taking off her shoes. The silence pressed in around her, too thick, too knowing. Like the house itself had learned to breathe with her. The air still smelled like him. Sandalwood and rain, and something darker. Nova climbed the stairs slowly, one hand trailing the carved banister. Her pulse hadn't settled since Sweetgum & Spine. Since the wildflower. Since Sadie-Rae said she hadn't put it there. But someone had. And Nova knew who.

Inside her bedroom, she peeled off her jacket, letting it slide to the floor. Her fingers went to the hem of her dress, but they paused. Because she could still feel Damian. His mouth on her shoulder. His hands in her hair. The way he'd whispered and heavy breathing in her ear. Nova closed her eyes and undressed slowly, each layer a memory, each memory a flame. Her fingertips brush
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  • Married to My Stalker   The Name That Sticks

    The hallway was silent as Nova padded barefoot toward the library. Damian had gone somewhere after dinner, murmuring about a phone call, but she hadn't seen him since. The air felt heavier now, charged with something unnamed. She should have gone to bed. Nova went to the library instead. Books always calmed her, even when nothing else did. But tonight, as she stepped into the dim glow of amber sconces and candlelight, she paused. Damian was there. Damian stood at the window, suit jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, collar loosened. The city lights bathed him in a golden glow and shadow. He looked like he'd been carved from stillness, beautiful, precise, dangerous."I thought you'd gone out," Nova said softly."I did. Then I came back.""To check the cameras?" asked Nova.Damian turned, eyes catching hers. "No. To see if you missed me."Nova blinked. It wasn't what he said. It was how he said it, quietly. Like he didn't expect an answer. Nova crossed the room, arms folded. "You don't s

  • Married to My Stalker    The Risk of Wanting Him

    Nova closed the door with more force than she meant to. The sound echoed through the quiet house like a judgment. She dropped her keys on the entryway table. Didn't bother taking off her shoes. The silence pressed in around her, too thick, too knowing. Like the house itself had learned to breathe with her. The air still smelled like him. Sandalwood and rain, and something darker. Nova climbed the stairs slowly, one hand trailing the carved banister. Her pulse hadn't settled since Sweetgum & Spine. Since the wildflower. Since Sadie-Rae said she hadn't put it there. But someone had. And Nova knew who. Inside her bedroom, she peeled off her jacket, letting it slide to the floor. Her fingers went to the hem of her dress, but they paused. Because she could still feel Damian. His mouth on her shoulder. His hands in her hair. The way he'd whispered and heavy breathing in her ear. Nova closed her eyes and undressed slowly, each layer a memory, each memory a flame. Her fingertips brush

  • Married to My Stalker   Sweetgum & Spine

    The morning sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains, catching the edges of the silk sheets tangled around Nova's legs. Her body still ached in the best way. She felt it in the stretch of her hips, the soreness in her thighs, the sting of beard burn along her inner arms and between her breasts. But the ache wasn't just physical. It was something deeper. Lingering. Damian had let her touch him. Please him. He had come apart in Nova's hands, and it wasn't just the sex that left her stunned. It was the way he'd looked at her after, like she'd given him peace. Like he hadn't known what it was until her. She wasn't sure she'd known either. Nova wandered barefoot down the hall, robe loose, curls a halo around her face. She found him in the conservatory, seated on a deep leather chair in his shirtsleeves, coffee in hand, shadows under his eyes. Damian looked up when she entered. Then he said, "Come with me." No explanation was given, just the command, and Nova followed. They w

  • Married to My Stalker   Wolf in Silk

    The storm rolled in sometime after midnight, thunder rumbling like a slow, angry drum over the hills. Nova sat curled on the velvet chaise in the sunroom, watching raindrops pattern the glass like Morse code. She hadn't been able to sleep, not after the dinner, not after hearing Damian's other name spoken aloud like a warning.Dacian Drăghici. It sounded like an omen in a silk suit. Nova hadn't asked for him to follow her. But she wasn't surprised when he did. Damian entered the room barefoot, in dark slacks and an unbuttoned black shirt. His hair was tousled, damp at the edges, as if he'd walked out into the storm on purpose. Even in this state, unmade and unsmiling, he looked dangerous, like the kind of man born of whispered legends and foreign wars. He didn't speak. Just sat down across from Nova in the wingback chair and let the silence stretch."You were a boy once," Nova said finally, voice soft. "Before all of this."Damian exhaled through his nose. A ghost of a laugh.

  • Married to My Stalker   Dinner with a Stranger

    The next evening, Nova awoke sore in places she didn't know could ache, her body still echoing the fire Damian had lit and refused to put out. She rolled onto her side, sheets tangled around her legs, her skin humming with memory. But the room was empty now. The scent of Damian's cologne lingered faintly in the air, a blend of amber and cedarwood, like a phantom pressing against her spine. Nova wasn't sure when he left. Only that he had. At 6:00 p.m., a knock at her bedroom door announced something new: A gown. Black. Velvet. Off-the-shoulder, with a deep plunge and thigh-high slit. Sculpted to her curves. Nova stared at it, heart ticking uneasily.A note sat atop the silk box:Dinner. Downstairs. Come when you're ready. – D Nova dressed slowly, her fingers trembling. Everything about the dress fit too perfectly. Her size. Her taste. Even the heels were the exact shade of oxblood she'd once saved on a Pinterest board. She never gave him access. But somehow, he always knew. The

  • Married to My Stalker   The Cage You Made for Me

    Nova woke to the echo of his breath still on her skin. Her thighs ached. Her lips were tender. Every inch of her body hummed with the memory of Damian's mouth, Damian's hands, and the way Damian had whispered her name like a vow and a curse all at once. The sheets were tangled around her legs, damp with sweat and something more dangerous. Niva should've been furious. Should've been afraid. But instead, all she could feel was wanted. Known. Claimed. That terrified her more than the silence of the room. The windows were still open. The breeze kissed Nova's bare shoulders. Somewhere outside, the wind rustled the leaves. But inside, it was still. Too still. Nova sat up slowly, wincing at the soreness between her thighs. It wasn't pain; it was memory. Of what he'd done. Of how she had let him. How Nova had wanted him. Nova pulled the blanket tighter around her chest and stared at the empty space beside her. Damian was gone. But his presence still filled the room. Still filled her. That was

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