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Unholy Hours

ผู้เขียน: Lara Hills
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-11-12 16:36:47

Aria’s POV

The phone buzzed once — a single vibration that sliced through the dark like a secret begging to be caught.

Carl’s arm was heavy around me, his breath warm against my neck. I didn’t move. Not yet.

Another buzz.

My pulse stuttered.

Carefully, I slid my hand beneath the pillow, finding the phone by touch alone. The screen lit up, soft and dangerous.

Damon: Can’t stop thinking about you. Need you. Now.

My throat tightened. The audacity of it. The recklessness. The truth.

For a second, I forgot how to breathe. The man sleeping beside me — my husband — could crush Damon’s entire life with one command.

Yet here he was, sending me messages like sin had no consequence.

I typed before fear could stop me.

Me: You’re insane. He’s right beside me.

Damon: Then be quiet. Come to me.

My heart started hammering. That tone — low, commanding, familiar.

It wasn’t just desire. It was danger. And I’d always been weak for both.

Carl shifted behind me, and I froze. His hand brushed my hip, posse
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