INICIAR SESIÓNGraham's Point Of ViewThey knew him. Of course they knew him. The recognition hit me even through my pain-fogged mind, adding another layer to this nightmare. Roman was the same man who had walked into our home months ago to collect the finalized divorce agreements I had been forced to sign after the scandal broke. He was the one who had dropped the papers on my father's desk with a smug, silent smirk, enjoying every second of our humiliation, savoring our downfall like fine wine. My father stepped down the stairs, each footfall deliberate and heavy, measured despite his rage. His face turned an ugly, dangerous shade of purple as he stared Roman down, the color of a man unaccustomed to being challenged, especially on his own property. I'd seen that look before… right before he destroyed a competitor's company, right before he ruined someone's career with a single phone call. It was the look of a man who believed his power absolute. "What the hell do you want here?" Sebastian roared
Graham's Point Of ViewThe black SUV didn't just bounce down the private mountain road leading to the Sinclair Estate… it slammed, rattled, and groaned over the gravel like a tank tearing through a war zone. Every pothole felt like a hammer striking my ribs. Wedged onto the floorboards of the back seat, I struggled against the thick plastic zip-ties binding my hands behind my back. My fingers had gone completely numb about ten miles ago, the circulation cut off so thoroughly I couldn't feel whether they still moved when I flexed them. My face pressed flat against the rough, dusty floor mat, and the smell of cheap air freshener mixed with dried mud filled my nose with every ragged breath. The blood from the stabs Jaxx had inflicted on my thighs had slowed to a thick, sticky ooze, gluing the fabric of my trousers directly to my skin. Each bump sent fresh waves of pain radiating through my legs, a reminder that my body had limits I'd never truly tested before today. "Hey," I croaked,
Jaxx's Point Of View"I'll be right back," I whispered against her mouth, reluctant to leave even for a moment. Her lips were soft and warm, and I wanted to stay there, breathing her in. "Don't move." "Where are you going?" she asked, her hand instantly twitching toward my arm, her fingers brushing the bare skin as though she couldn't bear to have me out of her sight for even a second. The vulnerability in that gesture nearly broke me. The fear in her eyes that I might not return cut deeper than any physical wound. "Laundry room," I explained, keeping my voice calm and reassuring, stroking her cheek with my thumb. "And then to the car. I need a change of clothes. Five minutes, tops. I promise." I held her gaze, letting her see the truth in my eyes. I would always come back to her. She nodded slowly, though her fingers lingered on my arm for another heartbeat before releasing me. I walked down the hall to the laundry room, reaching into the pocket of the wet pants to retrieve my si
Jaxx's Point Of ViewWe remained like that for several minutes. The house had fallen completely silent, save for the steady ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall and the sound of her ragged breathing gradually evening out against my shoulder.Each time she inhaled, her chest pressed against my bare ribs, and I pulled her closer, my chin coming to rest atop her damp towel turban. I could feel her heartbeat slowly returning to normal, though my own still hammered with residual fury. The rage hadn't left me, it had simply settled deeper, coiling in my chest like a living thing waiting to strike. Finally, I slid my hands down to her thighs to lift her into my arms. The instant my fingers grazed the side of her leg, she winced, her entire body going rigid. The small sound of pain that escaped her lips cut through me like a blade. "Damn it," I muttered, my heart twisting painfully with anger… not at her, never at her, but at what had been done to her. At my failure to protect her f
Jaxx's Point Of View"Understood," Roman said. He got into the car, threw it into reverse, and tore out of the driveway, the gravel spraying behind his tires in a violent arc as he vanished down the estate road, leaving only dust and silence in his wake. The silence that followed was heavy, oppressive, broken only by the steady, rhythmic ticking of my car's engine cooling down in the sun. I stood there alone on the driveway, staring down at the bloody silver knife in my right hand. The crimson fluid was thick, clinging to the small grooves of the blade, catching the light. For three long seconds, my brain did a dangerous, dark little flip. I could vividly see it… the alternate version of events playing out in my mind like a film. I could see myself running after that SUV, pulling Graham out through the window, and jamming the steel directly into his throat until his eyes went completely blank and empty. The fantasy was so vivid I could almost feel the resistance of flesh, hear the g
Jaxx's Point Of ViewGraham's body jerked beneath my knee like an eel caught on a line, thrashing with diminishing strength. The gravel beneath his face transformed into muddy, dark porridge… a mixture of dirt and blood spreading across the white stones. His fingers clawed desperately at the ground until his nails split, leaving crimson trails in their wake. "Let... let me up, Jaxx," he wheezed, his voice rattling in his throat, completely stripped of that high-and-mighty Sinclair weight he loved to carry around like a crown. The arrogance had drained from him along with his blood. "You've... you've had your fun. You've made your point." He gasped for air, each breath a struggle against the pressure of my knee. "My father will have the police tracing this car by morning." I didn't answer him right away. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken threats and the promise of violence. I just stared down at the silver hilt of the pocket knife in my palm, my thumb slowly traci
Elena’s Point Of View"Or do you want me to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name?"His voice was a dark, velvety growl, sending a shiver down my spine, my body aching with the memory of how he’d ruined me just minutes ago. I forced myself to take a step back, my breath still ragged, my s
Elena’s Point Of View"Let your husband fuck his lies."His voice was a snarl, a growl, a promise that slithered into my ears and wrapped around my soul, tightening like a noose. His hips slammed into me, his cock pounding into me with a force that stole my breath, that shattered my thoughts, that
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewShe was a damn drug.Addictive. Intoxicating. Infuriating.Every fucking thing about her drove me mad… the way her lips parted when she looked at me, the fire in those gorgeous eyes, the sound of her moans, like a woman in heat, desperate, needy, mine.And fuck, did I want her.
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewI leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, the remote for the door lock dangling casually from my fingers. The sight before me was enough to make my cock twitch… Elena, naked beneath my shirt, the fabric swallowing her petite frame, the hem riding up just enough to tease the







