เข้าสู่ระบบ"That was just the beginning, Clara," Kael whispered. His voice was deep and sent a shiver down my spine.He stood up and pulled me off the desk. My legs felt like jelly. I could barely stand. He didn't let me fall, though. He grabbed my arm and led me toward the massive glass window. We were fifty floors up. Below us, the city was full of yellow lights and moving cars, but up here, it was just us. The rain was washing over the glass, making the world outside look blurry."I want to see you against the city," he muttered. He turned me around so I was facing the window. He pressed my palms against the cold glass.I gasped. The glass was freezing, but Kael’s body was a wall of heat behind me. He pressed his chest against my back. I could feel his hard muscles and his fast heartbeat. He reached around and grabbed my breasts, his large hands squeezing me. He was being so possessive, like he wanted to make sure I knew I belonged to him in this office."Look at the view, Clara," he commande
The office was very quiet. It was ten o'clock at night. Outside, the rain was hitting the glass windows of the skyscraper very hard. The city lights looked blurry and far away. Everyone else had gone home to their warm beds, but I was still at my desk. I had to stay because my boss, Kael, said the work was not done.Kael was thirty-eight years old. He was the most powerful man I had ever seen. He was tall, with dark hair and shoulders that were very broad. He always wore suits that cost thousands of dollars. He was a hard man. He never smiled, and he always gave orders in a deep, cold voice. But every time he looked at me, I felt a secret craving in my stomach. I am twenty-three, his new assistant, and I have spent every day for three months wanting him to touch me.I stood up and smoothed my tight pencil skirt. I walked toward his big office door. My heart was thumping against my ribs. I could feel my pulse in my neck. I knocked on the door."Come in," Kael said. His voice was like
The gray light of morning crawled through the dirty windows of the cabin. The storm was over, but the air inside was still heavy with the scent of our raw sex. I was lying on the bed now, wrapped in a thin blanket, watching Dax. He was standing by the door, fully dressed in his black tactical gear. He looked like the cold, hard professional again, but I knew the truth. I knew how his hands felt when they were gripping my hips. I knew the sound of his roar when he lost control inside me."The car is ready," Dax said, his voice low and gravelly. He didn't look at me yet. "In one hour, we will be back in the city. You will go back to your father. I will go back to standing at your door.""No," I said, sitting up. The blanket slid down, exposing my skin, which was covered in his marks. "I can't go back to that. Not after last night. You aren't my bodyguard anymore, Dax. You’re my man."Dax turned around, and the mask broke. His eyes were dark with pure desire and a secret craving that he
The fire had burned down to glowing red embers, and the cabin was filled with a deep, heavy silence. The only thing I could hear was the rain still hammering against the roof and the sound of Dax’s deep, steady breathing. He was still holding me on the rug, his large, scarred arms wrapped around me like iron bands. I felt small, protected, and completely ruined.But the silence didn't last. My stomach let out a loud growl, and Dax chuckled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest."I guess the adrenaline wore off," Dax whispered, his voice like gravel. "You’re hungry.""I haven't eaten since we ran from the city," I said, my voice sounding small.He stood up, standing tall and naked in the dark. The firelight made his muscles look like they were carved out of stone. He reached down, picked me up easily, and carried me toward the small kitchen area. He didn't put me down. He sat me right on the cold granite counter. The cold stone against my bare skin made me gasp, but Dax stayed right
We lay on the thick bear-skin rug for a long time. The fire was popping and crackling, throwing heat onto our sweaty skin. Dax was still heavy on top of me, his heart thumping against my chest like a drum. I could feel the weight of his large body, and it made me feel small and safe, but also very dirty. The room was dark except for the orange light of the flames."I can't move," I whispered into his neck. My voice was raspy from all the screaming I had done.Dax didn't say anything at first. He just buried his face in my hair and breathed in deep. "You're not going anywhere, Elena. I told you. You’re mine tonight."He finally pulled out of me, and I felt the cold air hit my wet skin. But he didn't move far. He sat up and pulled me back into his lap. We were sitting right in front of the fire. He reached out and grabbed a bottle of water from the floor, taking a long drink before pressing the cold bottle against my hot cheek. I took a sip, but my eyes were focused on him.The fireligh
The table was cold and hard against my back, but Dax was like a furnace. We stayed there for a long time after our heartbeats slowed down. The only sound was the rain hitting the roof and our heavy breathing. Dax didn't pull away. He kept his forehead pressed against mine, his large hands still gripping my thighs. He looked at me, and I saw that the fire in his eyes hadn't gone out. It was just getting started."We can't stay on the table all night, Elena," he whispered. His voice was like low thunder."I don't want to move," I said. My body felt heavy and warm. "I just want to stay right here with you."Suddenly, the lights flickered. Once, twice, and then—click. The cabin went completely pitch black. The storm had finally knocked out the power. I let out a small gasp, and Dax immediately pulled me closer. Even in the dark, he knew exactly where I was. He was a professional; he was built to find what he wanted in the shadows."Stay still," he commanded. I heard his boots on the floo







