Niya was in his house - his parents’ house, he’d said. The walls were bare, quiet, and sterile in a way that exuded deep grief being scrubbed clean. It was the day she’d moved in…the day everything changed, even if she didn’t know it yet. “You’re early.” Alex tossed his keys on a tray by the door.“I was going to say the same,” Niya unzipped her jacket, folding it over her arm. “But then I remembered this is your house.”He gave a slight smile, one of those closed-lip ones that barely moved his face but somehow made her pulse splutter. “Do you want a drink?”“Only if you’re having one.”“I’m not.”“Then I don’t.”He raised a brow and disappeared into the kitchen.Niya twirled, taking in the clean lines of his furniture, the faint scent of his citrusy cologne and books and money, things she couldn’t name but could feel.“You ever relax?” she asked.“Not when I have company.”She smirked. “How convenient.”He returned with a bottle of water and held it out. “You’re at my place. You sh
The cabinet slammed open so hard it ricocheted against the wall. Niya let out a quick exhale, flipping onto her side in bed causing the aches in her ribs to bark at the movement. Her face throbbed where the bandaids clung to her skin. She touched one on her collarbone, winced at the sting as she peeled it away slowly, then another. Despite her limbs moving like she had borrowed them from someone else, she got to anyway, dragging her body into the kitchen. The kettle whistled while Penelope sat motionless on a stool by the counter. Her fingers were buried into the edges of the countertop as she stared at the wall like it was trying to tell her something.Niya could sense a war was happening inside her but for once, she wasn’t ready to say it out loud.“Are you going to get that?” She stood at the doorway with folded arms across her hurting chest. Pony didn’t move.Niya sighed, moved to the kettle, and turned off the gas. She grabbed a mug, reached into the cupboard for tea, and slid
It occurred to her that she was happy. She knew it was happiness because the thought came to her independent of any careful consideration and it wasn’t ruined by further inspection. It just… happened.It was on a night when the house was quiet, the power was out, and she was with the person she loved most whom she’d met only the week before. She was seven, and Niya was just a year older. She had just been adopted, Niya hadn’t and couldn’t afford to be away from her, not after she’d finally found someone who felt like a sister.They both sat on Niya's father’s small couch meant to fit one person, but their tiny bodies folded perfectly into the space. Niya remembered that before this little girl arrived, she barely ate, running water was scarce, the internet didn’t exist in any meaningful way to her, and she didn’t really care. Or maybe she didn’t even know what it was.Only now did Niya realize how hard her parents must’ve fought to stay afloat after losing everything, before they ende
“What the fuck did you do?” Daniel’s eyes flitted to the hallway just moments ago, two of Rapha’s men stood there like sentinels, while the others, still bloodied and staggering from the earlier ambush, reeled behind him.“She wasn’t yours to protect.” Rapha eyes didn't leave the tablet in his hand, as the screen spilled cold, clean light on his face. His thumb scrolled with infuriating calm like Daniel was just a petulant child throwing a tantrum he’d grown used to tolerating.This stirred a hot sensation in Daniel as he stepped further into the office-like space, the same sterile room he and a few others usually visited Rapha in. His brows pulled tight, beads of sweat gathered along his hairline, trailing into the collar of his shirt. “And you think she’s yours to break?”“I didn’t touch her like that.”Daniel threw his head to the side. “Look, I’m not trying to fucking control you. God knows I can’t, even if I fucking tried.” His jaw worked a soundless grind, but he didn't speak i
Rapha dropped her onto the leather couch, and the weight of her body sank into the cold, unforgiving cushions.“Get the meds,” he commanded curtly without so much as a glance at Kade.Kade exited the room, and the door clicked shut behind, the sound rattling through the space. Niya recoiled. Her expression was all discomfort, with clenched jaw, glassy eyes, cheeks mottled with colour. Her once-blue top was now darkened with sweat that the fabric plastered against her ribs and collarbone. Stray strands of hair were glued to her forehead giving her the look of someone who had barely fought and lost a battle.Rapha stood by the door, still as stone. His back was a wall she couldn’t scale, but the stillness in his shoulders spoke volumes. She didn’t need to see his face to feel the pull of his attention and the gravity of it like a wire strung too tight.She didn’t dare meet his eyes, her fingers clutched her purse like it could protect her, like a thin barrier between her and something
Palix’s smirk carved through the dim lighting like something dragged straight out of a nightmare.“Well, well,” he cooed in an oily voice. “Don’t wiggle. I thought you didn’t remember me, sweetheart.”His hand shot out and clamped around her jaw, thumb digging hard into one cheek while his fingers bruised the other possessively.She jerked her head away, fire flaring behind her eyes. “Touch me again, and I’ll make sure you regret it,” her teeth grounded together.“Regret?” He tilted his head, his smirk deepening. The light touched his face, creating a faint outline of along his cheekbone. It wasn’t red anymore, but she remembered the way her palm had landed, and how he’d recoiled with a yelp.A slow, mocking smile spread across her face. “Oh, I remember now. And you whined like a fucking pussy.”That was all it took. The flat of his hand collided with her cheek, snapping her head to the side so hard it nearly threw her off her feet. Her gasp was quick and involuntary. Her skin burned
He’d had several women in the past, hell, and a goddamn threesome barely half an hour before she walked in, yet he couldn't control how his body jiggled at the sight of her clothed. For a man in his line of work, he’d mastered the art of restraint, kept his libido in check, but now it felt like every year of discipline just stopped working.He wondered how ripe her breasts would feel in his hands, how her lips would taste under his. His mind painted pictures of what she wore under the clinging crop top and leggings until she actually took them off, fuck! it took ever ounce of self control not to tear her apart.But that wasn’t him. Rapha didn’t take what wasn’t freely given even if her whole body screamed yes, still, he waited for the voice. Always the goddamn voice, and that is what made it worse. He hated that voice, hated that she hadn’t refused the offer, even though he would’ve taken it like a blade to the ribs if she had. Hated that she thought seduction was something she chose
Palix jumped mid-glance at his wristwatch, like a kid caught lying, his spine visibly stiffening. The others reacted like a ripple effect - Scott, the balding one, jerked upright, his collar already soaked through with nervous sweat, while Parker, the dark-skinned smooth-talker fumbled a step forward then back again, like his legs were trying to make up their mind. All three of them shook as if stillness might get them killed.“Uh, Rapha,” Palix stammered, his lips pulling up into a smile but failed woefully as his lips twitched around the edges. “It’s nothing. New watch. I keep looking at it.”Scott and Parker exchanged a glance, uncertain whether to play dumb or nod along like fools.From the far corner of the room, Kade peeled himself. In his hand was a tab identical to Rapha’s - same model, same custom specs, even the same faint smudge clinging to the lower corner. He let it drop onto the glass table behind Rapha with a soft clack that somehow echoed louder than it should have.Hi
Niya couldn’t look at him but also couldn’t not look. He was watching her, and somehow that made her want him more. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her heart thudding hot against her ribs. Her body traitorously trembling, wanted this, wanting him. Wanting a man so badly.What was wrong with her? But still, she kept undressing. She lost count of how long she’d been in there, but It felt like the clocks outside had stopped ticking the second she stepped into his orbit.“Take off my shirt,” he grinded his jaw as he adjusted to the edge of the chair.Her legs moved on autopilot before they stopped before him. She lowered down, hands, still hovering uselessly by her side, trembled as they moved up toward his buttons. The first button slid out of its hole, then the next.“Look at me, Niya,” he called out. Her fingers stilled and she angled her head before she could stop it. Her name in his mouth is like honey being licked off a steel spoon, God! it was the first time he’d said it.His ey