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Author: Vivah_writes
last update publish date: 2026-04-13 01:35:13

That night blurred into something intense… but not entirely beautiful.

At first, it felt like everything had settled back into place.

Zane was different when we got into bed.

Not distant.

Not distracted.

Focused.

On me.

On us.

His attention was consuming—like he was trying to erase every doubt, every crack that had formed between us over the past few days.

Every touch lingered.

Every kiss carried weight.

Like he was trying to prove something without saying it out loud.

And I let myself fall int
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  • Savage Love   43

    It happened fast.Too fast.A sound behind me.Movement.Not ours.Not expected.My heart slammed against my ribs.I turned, and they were already there.Three men.Then five.Emerging from the shadows like they had been waiting.Watching.Anticipating.“You’re not supposed to be here,” one of them said coldly.My breath caught.They knew.Not just that I was there, but that I shouldn’t have been.Which meant, this wasn’t random.This was a trap.And I had walked straight into it.My mind raced.Options.Escape routes.But it was too late.One step back, and a hand grabbed my arm.Firm.Unyielding.Another moved in behind me.Blocking.Cutting off any chance of escape.Panic surged through me, but I forced it down.Think.Move.Act.But before I could, cold metal pressed lightly against my side.A warning.“Don’t,” the voice behind me said.I froze.My pulse roared in my ears.“You’re coming with us.”The words settled like ice.This wasn’t just a capture.This was leverage.And I had

  • Savage Love   42

    The plan didn’t begin with chaos.It began with precision.For the first two days, everything moved like clockwork.Quietly.Seamlessly.Almost… too smoothly.I stayed exactly where Zane placed me within the operation—no improvisation, no unnecessary risks, just calculated execution. Routes were followed, timings were exact, and every small piece I handled fit neatly into the larger picture he had built.At first, the men watched me.Closely.Waiting for hesitation.For fear.For mistakes.But none came.I didn’t flinch.Didn’t question.Didn’t slow them down.And slowly…That watchfulness shifted.From doubt to acknowledgment.From acknowledgment, to something close to respect.And Zane noticed.Of course he did.He always noticed.The first time it showed was subtle.A glance.Held half a second longer than necessary.Then a nod across the room when I completed a timing relay perfectly.Later, when I corrected a minor route overlap before it became a problem, one of his men muttered

  • Savage Love   41

    That night, I didn’t go to bed.I stayed in the living room, sitting in silence, my thoughts louder than anything around me.Clarissa’s words kept repeating.Over.And over.And over.You need leverage.I hated that she might be right.Hated what it implied.Hated what it meant about the man I loved.But as the hours passed…And Zane didn’t come back downstairs…Didn’t come looking for me…Didn’t try to fix what had just broken between us…The truth settled in slowly.Painfully.Love wasn’t enough here.Not with him.Not in this world.And for the first time since I chose Zane Wilde…I started to think—Maybe I needed to stop just loving him…And start protecting myself.----Three days after the argument, the distance between us hadn’t closed.It had… settled.Like a crack that hadn’t been repaired—just ignored.Zane spoke when necessary.Short.Precise.Professional, even inside his own home.There were no lingering touches.No quiet reassurances.No late-night pulls back into bed.

  • Savage Love   40

    The days that followed felt… different.Not in a loud, obvious way.Nothing shattered.Nothing exploded.But something shifted.And it didn’t shift back.Zane didn’t come home that night.Or the next.Or the one after.At first, I told myself it made sense.One of his men had been murdered.Not just any man—one of his right-hand men.Someone trusted.Someone close.In Zane’s world, that wasn’t just loss.It was a message.A threat.A crack in control.And Zane Wilde did not tolerate cracks.So I waited.The first night, I stayed awake longer than I should have, staring at the ceiling, expecting the door to open at any moment.It didn’t.The second night, I fell asleep on the couch, the TV playing softly in the background, only to wake up at 3 a.m. to an empty house.The third night… I stopped waiting by the door.But I still listened for him.When he finally came back, it was early morning.4:17 a.m.I knew because I was awake.Again.The front door opened quietly, but the sound still

  • Savage Love   39

    That night blurred into something intense… but not entirely beautiful.At first, it felt like everything had settled back into place.Zane was different when we got into bed.Not distant.Not distracted.Focused.On me.On us.His attention was consuming—like he was trying to erase every doubt, every crack that had formed between us over the past few days.Every touch lingered.Every kiss carried weight.Like he was trying to prove something without saying it out loud.And I let myself fall into it.Because when Zane focused on me like that… it was overwhelming in the best way.He didn’t hold back.Didn’t pace himself.Didn’t stop.At first, it felt intoxicating.Like being wanted so completely that nothing else existed.The hours slipped by unnoticed.The world outside that bedroom disappeared.There was no office.No Clarissa.No warnings.No thoughts.Just him.Just us.But as the night stretched on… something began to shift.The intensity didn’t fade.It grew.And it didn’t stop.

  • Savage Love   38

    A week later, I sat at my desk outside Zane’s office, staring at my screen, the cursor blinking steadily in the middle of a document I had read three times and still couldn’t process.My whole body was sore from last night lovemaking.Zane has been demanding sex incessantly, ever since I returned back to his house.And I was scared to complain about it, because for one I know Zane hates to be rejected, and second I love it when he touches me, but this was getting more than i can handle.“Vivian.”I looked up.Clarissa stood a few feet away from my desk, her tablet tucked neatly against her side. Her expression wasn’t sharp today.It wasn’t mocking.It was… neutral.“Can I have a word?” she asked.That alone made my stomach tighten.Clarissa didn’t ask.She directed.She implied.She maneuvered.But she didn’t ask.Still, I nodded.“Of course.”She glanced briefly toward Zane’s office door, confirming it was closed, then turned and walked toward the far end of the corridor.I followed.

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