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HIS REST PLACE

Author: Bunnyfeets
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-03 18:29:38

Salve pushed the bedroom door open, shoulders heavy from the performance of the day. He’d meant only to collapse, to retreat into silence. But the moment his gaze landed on the bed, his breath stalled.

Dimitri was already there. He lounged against the pillows like he owned the room—shirt discarded, chest bare, hair tousled just enough to look dangerous. A half-smile curved his lips, seductive and sultry, as if he’d been waiting hours just for this moment.

“About time,” Dimitri drawled, voice rich with mischief. His eyes raked lazily over Salve, devouring him without shame. “The empire’s king finally comes to bed.”

Salve didn’t answer. Words were useless against the way his pulse thundered. Dimitri shifted, the satin sheets sliding off his body in a whisper, revealing more of him, lean and carved. He crooked a finger. “Come here.”

Salve obeyed. He always did with him.

The air thickened as he crossed the room, every step slower than the last, as if gravity pulled harder with e
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  • THE DONS' VIRGIN   DINNER WITH THE DONS

    LIA The doors opened, and Dimitri was already there — boots on the table, chair leaned back, eating grapes. Salve stood beside him, reading on his tablet.The moment they saw me, both straightened . Dimitri smirked. Salve lifted his eyes. Quan guided me to my seat but didn’t sit until I did. Dimitri raised a brow. “Well, well. Our girl looks like she saw a ghost.” I stiffened. Quan shot him a death glare. “Dimitri,” Salve warned softly, tone like silk hiding steel. “What?” Dimitri threw up a hand. “She did . The old hag’s basically undead anyway.” I almost choked. Salve set the tablet down, clasping his hands neatly. “Lia,” he said with gentle gravity, “you went to see her.” I nodded. Dimitri leaned forward, elbows on the table now, his sarcasm faltering just enough to reveal something like genuine concern under it. “She give you her usual charm? Or did she try the poor-me routine?” “She was…” I searched for the word. “…herself.” Dimitri snorted. “So,

  • THE DONS' VIRGIN   WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE

    LIA “Quan?” “Yeah?” “My stepmother,” I whispered. “What… what’s going to happen to her?” The soft clatter of a servant placing dishes in the far corner faded. “Dimitri and Salve still have her,” he said quietly. “She’s being held in one of the guest wings.” “She was part of it,” I said, voice thin. “Part of… everything that happened to me.” “I know,” he murmured. “What are they going to do to her?” The question fractured in my throat. “Will they kill her?” He didn’t answer immediately. His thumb brushed over the back of my hand. “They won’t touch her unless you want them to,” he finally said. “Dimitri gave me his word.” “My word?” I echoed. “Why should it matter? After everything she did—” “Because it’s your trauma,” Quan said gently. “Your story. Your choice.” My breath caught. “You don’t owe her forgiveness,” he said. “You don’t owe her a second chance.” “And you definitely don’t owe her pain.” I blinked. “Pain?” “Li… you’re not the kind of p

  • THE DONS' VIRGIN   GROWING HEARTS

    LIA My room was dim, lit only by the wavering lamp near the corner. I lay there, eyes open, watching shadows move across the ceiling , winds whispering things I wasn’t ready to hear. It always ended the same way — a hand around my throat, a mask inches from my face, the echo of my own pulse pounding too hard. My breath stuttered. I didn’t make a sound, but the door still opened. “Lia?” Quan’s voice snapped the nightmare’s grip. He didn’t turn on the light. He just stepped inside, closing the door behind him the same careful way he touched me. I exhaled shakily. “Sorry. I didn’t— I didn’t call you.” “You don’t have to,” he murmured, already moving closer. “I know when it’s bad.” He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that the mattress dipped and his warmth brushed against my side. Always waiting. I didn’t realize my hands were trembling until his eyes flicked to them, his brow tightening. “Li…” The nickname was a breath on his lips. He reached out, then pause

  • THE DONS' VIRGIN   ROUND TWO

    EASTER BUNNY A metal pipe clattered across the floor as he kicked it, curses spilling under his breath like poison. He tore off his mask — the painted white rabbit face with the hollow eyes — and hurled it against the wall. It cracked down the middle, bouncing twice before landing at his feet. “Useless,” he snarled. “Absolutely useless.” The echo mocked him. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. He’d come so close. The girl was right there — tied up, already broken at the surface, even if she tried pretending otherwise. He had been inches away from owning her. From selling her. From ruining her. And then— That brat. That pretty-faced little loyal dog. Quan. “They think this is over.” A slow, poisonous smile crept up his face. “They think they won. " And in the centre, the screenshot he’d printed of Lia the night he took her — her terrified eyes looking straight at the camera. “She was supposed to be my message,” he whispered. “A pretty lit

  • THE DONS' VIRGIN   BAIT

    QUAN Her hand was still in mine, small and warm. When I moved to let go, her fingers tightened, a faint sound leaving her throat — a soft hum. “Stay,” she murmured. “I’m here.” Her eyes opened, hazy with sleep. “You didn’t leave.” “I told you I wouldn’t.” For a moment, she just looked at me . Then she reached out, her hand trembling as it brushed the side of my face. “You got hurt,” she whispered, thumb grazing the cut near my jaw. “Nothing worth mentioning.” “You always say that.” I smiled faintly. “Because it’s true.” “I thought I’d never get out,” she said finally. “When I heard the door open… I thought it was him again.” I brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s gone. And next time, he won’t make it out alive.” Her breath hitched. “Next time?” “People like him don’t stop,” I said quietly. “But neither do we.” Her lips parted, a protest maybe, but it faded before it came. Instead, she leaned forward, close enough that I could feel her hear

  • THE DONS' VIRGIN   BACK HOME

    QUANThe drive back to the mansion was silent. Dimitri sat at the wheel, one hand gripping it so tight the leather creaked, the other resting on his gun. His jaw hadn’t unclenched once.Lia sat in the backseat, wrapped in one of Dimitri’s coats. The headlights painted her face in flashes. Every time I looked back, she was staring out the window, eyes distant, lost in her memories. By the time we reached the mansion, dawn had started bleeding into the horizon. The guards were already lined up at the gates, tension rolling off them in waves. The minute the car stopped, the front doors opened.Sia ran out barefoot, robe half-tied, eyes wide with worry.“Lia!”She didn’t wait for permission; she pulled her straight into her arms. Lia froze for a second, then melted into the embrace, the sound that escaped her somewhere between a sob and a breath.Sia looked up at me over her shoulder, relief softening her face. “Thank you,” she whispered.I only nodded. There wasn’t much to say.Dimitri

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