LOGINCiara’s POVI stared at him, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat.Dax’s hand was wrapped around my neck firmly and unyielding, the heat of his palm pressing into my skin.I tried to pry his fingers away, nails digging into his wrist, but it was useless. He was too strong and angry, every muscle in his arm locked like steel. His eyes burned pure crimson, jaw clenched so tight the vein in his neck stood out.Seriously.What the fuck was wrong with this man?Was he seriously jealous? Or had he heard the worst part .. the part where Jasper ordered me to open the box, build their network inside Shadowfen, betray the pack from within? God… was he going to kill me right here on this table?Dax leaned in closer, his massive body crowding me against the table until I felt every hard inch of him. And then his free hand slowly slid down my body, fingers brushing over my stomach, then lower, heading straight for my now-soaked pussy. I gasped sharply, one hand flyi
Ciara’s POVI took in a deep breath, steeling myself before I answered.“What do you want, Jasper?”He let out a dark, low chuckle that slithered through the phone like something slimy and cold.“So the little bird finally grew wings?” he murmured mockingly. “You really under the illusion you’ve escaped my claws, huh?”God.Even hearing his voice irritated me now.Once upon a time, Jasper’s calm voice used to fool people into thinking he was charming, refined and controlled.Now all I heard was insanity wrapped in expensive suits.I chose not to show fear so I kept my tone flat and almost bored.“Stop overthinking shit and just tell me why you called.”“Oh, I miss you,” he purred, the words turning filthy and unhinged in that way only Jasper could manage. “Miss that tight little body of yours. Miss the way your body reacts to me. Bet my father’s been stretching you open every night, hasn’t he?"I nearly rolled my eyes so hard I saw my ancestors."Filling that pregnant cunt until you’
Ciara’s pov.“Inara!”“Sorry. Serious face on.” She sat straighter. “You want old business ties? Secret payments? Marriages? Favours? Debts? Servants bought off? Account movement?”“All of it,” I said. “Anyone in the Dagon family who has spoken to, worked with, paid, been paid by, protected, visited or quietly benefited from the Blackthorne family or anyone related to them. Not just the public links. I want the hidden ones.”Inara’s eyes gleamed.Now I knew I had caught her interest.“You realize that is not a normal favour, right?” she said. “That is a full mafia audit. That means digging through shell companies, old consiglieri notes, transport routes, wedding guest lists, offshore trusts, security contracts, private clinic records, burner phones and probably three old men who think deleting a file means putting it in a folder named ‘do not open.’”“Can you do it?”She looked offended.“Can I do it?” she repeated. “Baby, I was born to violate rich people’s privacy.”Despite everythi
Ciara’s POVNothing beats enjoying good food while listening to Inara talk like she had personally been hired by the devil to disturb my peace. I sat near the wide window of my room in Shadowfen, one leg folded under me, a bowl of something warm and ridiculously good balanced on my lap, while my phone stood against a silver cup on the table. Outside, the strange glowing trees swayed under a soft blue wind, and inside, Inara’s voice filled the room like chaos wrapped in perfume.“Is the bitch still disturbing you?” she asked, eyes narrowed like she was one insult away from booking a flight to another realm she technically shouldn’t even be able to enter.I rolled my eyes so hard they almost saw my brain. I had made the mistake of telling her about Zora two days ago, and since then, that woman had become Inara’s personal war project. Every call began with a fresh curse, a murder suggestion, or some dramatic strategy involving poison, fake friendship and public disgrace.“Let it go al
Ciara’s POVI stared at the woman kneeling on the floor and honestly… I didn’t know what to feel anymore.Pity?Shock?Discomfort?Maybe all three.Zora looked completely broken kneeling there, tears on her face, pride shattered right in front of me, but the problem was that every time I started feeling bad for her, I remembered the way she tried to execute Ella like it was nothing.My gaze slowly shifted toward Dax and oh.He looked fucking furious that it was scary The muscles in his jaw flexed hard, his expression dark enough to make the entire room colder. Even the air around him felt dangerous now, heavy with restrained violence.“Get the fuck out of my room, Zora.”His voice came out deadly flat.Zora flinched visibly, but she still looked up at him stubbornly.“Dax...”“No.” His eyes flashed crimson. “What exactly do you think you’re gaining by kneeling there trying to guilt-trip Ciara?”She swallowed hard but stood her ground.“I’m trying to fight for you!”“You’re embarrassi
Ciara’s POVThe loud bang on the door ripped me out of sleep so violently that I almost screamed.For one confused second, I had no idea where I was. My body felt heavy, warm, tangled in silk sheets that smelled like Dax, and then another hard bang echoed through the room.I sat up fast, heart slamming against my ribs, completely naked and still sticky from everything Dax had done to me the night before. My body ached in the best and worst ways, thighs sore, back strained and pussy still tender and throbbing like it remembered every deep thrustBeside me, Dax moved at the same time, his eyes snapping open with dangerous alertness. The lazy warmth from earlier vanished instantly, replaced by something cold and sharp that made the entire room feel heavier.His jaw tightened as he stared at the door.Another bang that's harder this time.I swallowed and looked at him carefully. “Who is that?”Dax’s expression darkened.“Someone who apparently wants to die.”His voice came out calm, but







