LOGIN“You sure you wanna do this, baby girl?” His voice is a growl against my ear as he lifts me onto the cold marble island. One hand grips my thigh. The other tangles in my hair. “Because once I have you…” He leans in, breath hot, filthy. “I’m not letting you go.” This story contains explicit sexual content, profanity, morally gray characters, and themes of seduction, manipulation, and obsession. It is strictly intended for readers 18+ only. Read at your own delicious risk. Lana runs straight into heartbreak when she catches her boyfriend in her mother’s bed. Humiliated and furious, she leaves home with one goal in mind — to take back the power her mother stole from her. She finds herself at the mansion of Roman Vale, her mother’s newly married billionaire husband. Cold, controlled, and emotionally distant, Roman agrees to let her stay, believing it’s only temporary. But Lana isn’t there for comfort. She starts a dangerous game, tempting the one man she should never touch. Roman fights the attraction, determined to keep his distance, but the tension between them grows stronger with every passing day. What begins as revenge slowly turns into obsession. What begins as temptation becomes something neither of them can control. And once they cross the line, there’s no going back.
View More(Roman’s POV) I spend the whole day buried in calls and emails, trying to kill the leak before it spreads. I don’t go near her. Not once. Every time I think about walking into the living room and seeing her face, that quiet sting from last night comes back. She lied. She went to him. And now the board is using her past like a weapon because of us.By evening the house feels too quiet. I end up at the home bar in the corner of the study wing, pouring a heavy glass of whiskey. The ice clinks loud in the silence. I take a long sip, letting the burn sit in my chest.Soft footsteps come down the hall. Lana appears in the doorway, still in the same clothes from this morning, hair loose like she’s been running her hands through it all day.She stops a few feet away, arms crossed. “You’ve been avoiding me since you walked out this morning. Why?”I set the glass down but don’t look at her right away. “Been busy. Trying to stop the board from dragging your name through the mud again.”“That’s
(Roman’s POV) The phone screen lights up on the nightstand, cutting through the dark like a blade.Carter: Choose yourself. I’m already clearing the path for you.I stare at the message, jaw tightening. This isn’t just business anymore. Carter isn’t offering her a brand. He wants her. Wants what’s mine. The way he says “choose yourself” sounds too much like “choose me instead.” I’m still buried inside Lana, her body soft and warm on top of mine, my cum still leaking out of her onto my skin. For one second everything felt perfect. Then this.Lana lifts her head, sees the message, and her whole body tenses against me.I pull out slowly, both of us hissing at the loss, and sit up against the headboard. My voice comes out quieter than I expect.“Why is he still texting you?”She sits up too, pulling the sheet over her lap. Her fingers twist in the fabric for a second before she answers.“I… I saw him this afternoon. Just for a little while. He wanted to show me the full brand plans.”Th
(Lana's POV) I step closer. He reaches out, fingers brushing my waist lightly, not grabbing, just holding me there. His thumb strokes slow circles over my hip through my jeans.“You’ve been gone for hours, Baby Girl,” he murmurs, voice dropping rough. “Walking around this city while I’m losing my mind thinking about you. About how another man could be looking at what’s mine. How he could be offering you shit I should be the one giving you.”His hand slides up my side, light but deliberate, fingertips grazing the underside of my breast through my top. “It’s driving me fucking nuts. I need you. Need to taste that pretty pussy until you’re shaking. Need to bury my cock so deep inside you that you forget anyone else even exists.”I shiver, heat pooling low even as guilt twists in my gut. “Roman…”“Shh.” He pins me gently to the wall wit
(Lana’s POV)I’m halfway down the hallway when I hear Roman’s voice coming from his study — low, sharp, and edged with barely controlled anger.“No. I will not issue any statement distancing myself from her. She is not a liability. She is the woman I love.”I freeze just outside the door, heart already sinking.The person on the other end says something I can’t quite hear, but Roman’s reply is immediate and colder.“Then vote. Go ahead and vote me out. But understand this — if you leak one damaging story about Lana, if you try to paint her as the reason the company is bleeding, I will burn every bridge I have built in this city and take half your investors with me. She stays. End of discussion.”A pause. Then Roman’s voice drops even lower.“She faced the world for us. She helped put her own mother and that piece-of-shit ex in cuffs. She stood up when every headline called her a whore. And you want me to throw her under the bus so the stock price looks prettier? Fuck that. If the boar
(Roman's POV) I storm back inside, boots leaving gravel dust on the marble. The house feels bigger now, colder, every echo mocking me. I head straight for the master suite, our suite, the one she started sleeping in every night without asking. The door’s ajar. I shove it open. Bed made. Too perf
(Roman’s POV) I’m halfway up the stairs when Maria catches me in the foyer. “Mr. Vale,” she says, voice small. “Miss Lana… she left, sir. About an hour ago. Hoodie up, small bag over her shoulder. She walked out the side gate. Didn’t take the car. Didn’t say a word to me.” The words land like
(Lana’s POV) I can’t sit still. The mansion feels like a cage today. Paparazzi swarm the gates like flies on roadkill, cameras flashing every time a curtain twitches. I’ve got the blinds shut tight, but the light still bleeds through in thin, accusing stripes across the floor.My phone keeps buzz
(Lana’s POV) I close the bedroom door behind me, lean against it for a second while my pulse still races from the way Roman walked out of the kitchen like he was one wrong word from dragging me across the counter. My skin feels too tight, too hot, the tank top sticking to my damp back, shorts ridi






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