LOGINI live with a man who wants to destroy me. Stephen Kinsley doesn’t just hate me—he wants to break me. Ruin me. Make me suffer for the sins of my father, the man who murdered his mother in cold blood. Now, I’m trapped in his territory, forced to obey his rules, surrounded by a pack that would tear me apart if given the chance. Stephen watches me like a predator stalking prey. He pushes, taunts, and waits for the moment I shatter. But beneath his fury, there’s something darker. Something twisted. Because the more he hurts me, the more he seems to enjoy it. And the most terrifying part? I think I do too. This isn’t just revenge. This is war. And when it ends, one of us won’t make it out alive.
View MoreEMMANUELLE His teeth sank into the other side of my neck slower this time. Not a bite of dominance, but something far more possessive, like he was branding me with a kiss of hunger and devotion. A moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it. My body arched toward him, desperate and trembling, as his hand slid under my shirt, fingers brushing the lace of my bra. Heat coiled in my stomach. I could barely breathe. “Take it off, Adam,” I gasped, voice breathless and needy. “Take it all off. I need you.” He chuckled softly, a teasing edge in his voice. “Slow down, babe.” Was he seriously teasing me right now? I blinked up at him, my body throbbing with need, my mind spinning. Damn it, Emmanuelle. You’re soaked and wild and losing it over this man. His mouth trailed lower, lips grazing my stomach before he pressed a kiss just above my navel. Then he sucked on my skin hard enough to make me shiver. I closed my eyes, a helpless sound leaving my throat. My fingers twisted in the b
ADAMMaybe I rushed things.I stared out the window, watching the shadows stretch across the floor of her office. The weight in my chest wasn’t from regret but from the fear that I’d asked too much of her, too soon. Emmanuelle wasn’t like me. She was human. She belonged to a world of dreams, laughter, deadlines, and sunlit mornings. Mine… was nothing like that.How could I ask her to let all that go?She didn’t deserve this.To stand at the edge of two worlds mine and hers with no map, no anchor. Caught between who she was and who I wanted her to become for me.No, who I needed her to become.I should’ve been patient. Let her find her footing. Let her breathe.But I was drowning in want. And desperation doesn’t wait.Across the room, she sat behind her desk like a shadow of herself hands clenched tight in her lap, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. Her shoulders curled in, like she was trying to make herself smaller. Like the weight of everything I’d said was pressing her i
EMMANUELLE Was I dreaming? For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I stood frozen by my desk, my heart slamming against my ribs as if it could break through and run to him before I did. Then his face. Adam. My Adam. He stood at the doorway like a memory I’d buried too deep, like a ghost I’d never stopped mourning. His eyes locked with mine, and just like that, the dam broke. Tears rushed down my cheeks, blurring the edges of everything but him. I didn’t think. My heels clicked loudly across the marble floor as I ran, then lifted off entirely as I threw myself into his arms. My arms wrapped around his neck. My legs curled around his waist. My fists beat weakly against his chest as I sobbed. "Why did you leave me?" I cried, voice cracking, raw. "Why did you disappear without a word? Without goodbye?" He held me tighter, burying his face in the curve of my neck. His scent hit me woodsy, warm, him and every lonely night I’d spent without him came rushing back. “I’m sorry,”
SELENA“That wouldn’t be so nice of you, Adam… trying to steal my woman.”Stephen’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade, sharp and accusing. My heart skipped. I didn’t need to turn around to know who had spoken. That tone possessive, cold, lethal belonged only to him.Fear prickled my skin as I slowly faced him. No… please don’t let him have heard everything.“I told him I’m not leaving your side,” I said quickly, my voice trembling despite how hard I tried to sound calm. My fingers curled against my dress, the fabric offering little comfort.Stephen didn’t touch me. He didn’t need to. His presence was enough to make me feel caged. Though he hadn’t hurt me in a while, the memory of what he had done what he was capable of lived under my skin like scars that refused to fade.He didn’t look at me. His cold gaze was locked on Adam.They stood feet apart, but it felt like the whole room shrunk with the tension between them. Two brothers. One room. And me caught in the middle like
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