INICIAR SESIÓNDelia’s POVI told Noah I had errands. He kissed my cheek and went back to his laptop, completely oblivious, buried in his work, entirely trusting of the woman who shared his name but not his soul. I drove to my father-in-law’s house with my hands tight on the wheel and my cunt already wet, the mere thought of what awaited me inside those walls sending electric shivers straight down between my thighs. Noah was my husband on paper, a safety net, a comfortable illusion of domesticity, but Elliot was the fire that consumed me, the raw, unapologetic addiction that pulsed through my veins.He opened the door before I could even finish knocking, like he had been standing right behind it waiting for the precise second of my arrival. His gaze was dark, intense, and predatory.“Again,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly command that scraped against my nerve endings.“Again,” I breathed, the word a confession and a plea.He pulled me inside by the lapel of my jacket and shut the door with a sha
Katia’s POVThe car turned into the estate, and Aiden was already waiting for us on the steps.He did not even wait for the car door to fully open. He ran toward us. Julian got out first and caught him, and for a second, my son disappeared into his father’s coat. Then Aiden twisted free and came straight for me.“You were gone too long,” Aiden complained, his face pressed against my dress.“Four days,” I reminded him.“That is long,” Aiden insisted.“It is. I missed you,” I told him.He let me hold him for a moment, then pulled back and studied my face as though he needed to make sure I was still the same mother who had left four days ago. “Clara cried,” he told me. “A lot. Aunt Gail said her arms died.”“Her arms did not die,” I said.“She said they did,” Aiden argued.Julian took our bags while Grandma Celeste stood in the doorway with Clara on her hip. The moment the baby saw me, she made a sound that was somewhere between a cry and a laugh. I hurried up the steps, and Grandma put
Gail’s POVThe estate was quieter without Julian and Katia, but it was far from empty. Grandma Celeste had taken over the kitchen the way she took over everything else—completely and without asking anyone’s permission. Aiden had appointed himself Clara’s official supervisor, which mostly meant following her around the house with his dinosaur book tucked under one arm and narrating every single thing she did.“She blinked,” he announced from the doorway of the nursery. “Did you see that? She blinked at me.”“Babies blink, sweetheart,” Celeste replied without looking up from the stove. “It is one of their favorite things to do.”“But she blinked at me specifically,” Aiden insisted.“She is four months old. She blinks at everything.”“Not at everything,” he argued. “At me.”I leaned against the doorframe and watched him. He was six now and tall for his age, with Julian’s serious eyes and Katia’s stubborn chin. He had been carrying that dinosaur book everywhere since the wedding, and he h
Katia’s POVOur plane was leaving in the morning, but Julian still walked me down to the beach as though the last night belonged to us alone.The sun was slowly dropping toward the horizon, and the sand was still warm beneath my feet. Julian had sent everyone away, leaving the entire shore empty for us. He spread a blanket above the tide line and pulled me down onto it before I even had a chance to sit properly.“I do not want this to end,” he admitted.“The nights at home will not go back to waiting,” I reminded him. “You promised.”“I keep my promises. This is our last night on the sand, and I am not being gentle.”“Good,” I whispered.He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth as his hand slipped beneath my dress. His palm closed around my ass, pulling me firmly against his cock. I was already wet for him. The moment he felt it, he swore against my mouth.“Dress off,” he ordered.I pulled the dress over my head. There was nothing underneath it. Julian stripped too. His coc
Julian’s POVThe sky went black at three in the afternoon.I saw it from the terrace and immediately did not like what was coming. The wind arrived first, strong enough to move the trees. Then I saw the heavy line of rain moving across the water toward the beach. I went inside, found Katia sitting on the couch in my shirt, and took hold of her wrist.“Inside,” I told her.“It is only rain,” she argued.“It is a storm. Move.”She moved. Katia liked arguing with me, but she liked losing those arguments even more. The staff had already shut the outer doors and retreated to their own wing, leaving the rest of the villa to us. I locked the terrace doors and watched the first heavy sheet of rain slam against the glass.“You fuss too much,” she teased.“I protect what is mine. Sit.”We ate whatever had already been left out for us. Bread, fruit, cold fish, and wine that Katia only sipped while I drank mine. Thunder rolled across the hill, shaking the silence around us. She watched the rain b
Julian’s POVShe was still asleep when I woke. She had my shirt on and nothing underneath it. One leg rested outside the sheet, and I could still see the mark my mouth had left on her thigh the night before.I did not move her. Instead, I watched her breathe and counted everything I had. A wife who had taken my name and given me my children. A son at home with my grandmother. A daughter safe with my sister. An island I had bought empty so no one could knock on the door and interrupt us.Money had done that. Money always did what I told it to do. But money did not make her open her legs for me. She did that because she wanted me.I ran my hand slowly up the inside of her thigh. She shifted in her sleep. I did it again, moving higher this time, and her eyes opened.“You are staring,” she murmured.“I paid for the view,” I told her.“You paid for the island,” she corrected me.“Same thing.”She laughed and pulled me down to her. I kissed her slowly at first, but it did not stay slow for
~Katia~Vegas heat hit me like a wave the second I stepped off the private jet. The runway shimmered under the late afternoon sun, and I squinted past my sunglasses, already half-listening to the ping of updates on my encrypted racing burner phone. Six hours before the race, and my heart was alread
~Katia~“Get out!” my mom screamed, her voice tearing through the hallway like a bomb going off in a small room.The sound hit the walls and bounced back so violently, like the house itself was flinching. Even the air felt startled, buzzing with the kind of tension that makes your skin crawl. My he
~Katia~I woke up to the sour taste of bile creeping up my throat, and my legs threw me out of bed before my brain could even catch up. The morning light seared into my eyes like punishment, and I stumbled across the cold floor, my feet slapping against the wood, straight into the bathroom. My knee
KatiaI woke up to the sound of people singing badly.“Happy birthday to you...” I blinked hard against the sunlight filtering through the curtains, my brain slow to reboot. The voices were getting louder, and for a second, I thought I was dreaming. A really weird, off-key dream.“Happy birthday, d







