The Girl in the Rental

"You asked for this!"He growled the words through clenched teeth, his grip on the back of my neck tightening. Ryan suddenly lunged, his burning lips crushing mine in a brutal, suffocating kiss. He forced his way in, his tongue deep and demanding, stealing the very air from my lungs.I let out a muffled moan, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I tilted my head back, meeting his aggression with an unrefined, bold hunger of my own. My fingers tangled into his damp, short hair, pulling hard.We were locked together, every inch of our skin flush. Through the thin, soaked fabric, I could feel every hard line of his muscles and the terrifying heat of his reaction. Water droplets raced down the curves of our bodies, and for a second, I couldn't tell if it was the shower, his sweat, or my own wetness.Bang! Bang! Bang!"Miller! You actually getting some in there? Let the boys have a look!"The rowdiness outside spiked, the wood of the door groaning as if it might give way any second. Rya

He used his rough thumb to pinch and twist my nipples with punishing pressure. Even through my clothes, the sharp sting of that unfamiliar touch sent a jolt through me, making my knees buckle. He caught me by the small of my back, hauling me flush against his burning, solid chest. We were fused together, not a sliver of light between us.He lowered his head, taking my nipple into his mouth through the fabric—grinding, sucking, and nipping with his teeth."Mmm..."His hand slid lower, wandering beneath the curve of my hips, kneading my butt through my denim skirt. But just as he was about to venture into my panties, his phone on the desk cut through the air with an ill-timed roar.He pressed his forehead against mine. I could see the raw lust in his eyes clashing with a tidal wave of fury at the interruption. The phone vibrated again and again, stubborn and relentless.He let out a jagged, filthy curse. "This better be a fucking emergency!"My legs were jelly, my clothes a mess,

Ryan pulled away and vanished from the room, leaving me alone in the sudden silence.I forced myself to roll over, my eyes searching the yellowed metal wall. At first, it looked like nothing but old water stains. But as I squinted, catching the light at just the right angle, I saw them—a series of faint scratches, a blurred symbol carved into the metal with something sharp.It was a crooked letter "L."I knew exactly who had carved it. Lindsey Burner.She was my roommate. A month ago, she was found collapsed in the wasteland near the site. She was covered in bruises and her mind completely shattered. Her family had taken her away, and no one had heard from her since.This was the place! Lindsey had been gang-raped in this very room.The panic I’d seen in Ryan earlier wasn't random; he had recognized that mark. And that was the exact reason why I was here. My roommate’s tragedy was tied to him—to all of them. Every man on this site was an accomplice. This entire place was rott

In the days that followed, Ryan used Monkey’s earlier attempt on me as an excuse to crack down on the crew, tightening his grip on the site. At the same time, he became even more "dedicated" to the Boss’s business, handling the shady ledgers and gradually working his way into the inner circle of trust.By day, we kept our distance—just a foreman and his tenant. Whenever we were in the public eye, we performed a scripted intimacy, just enough to keep up the act. By night, we traded information through shadows: a note tucked into a specific gap in the brickwork or a brief flash of a phone light from a dark window.Late one night, an urgent message came through from Ryan."The Boss is coming in person tomorrow night to collect. There’s a big fish on the hook. It’s the key evidence we need, but the risk is massive."The "big fish" was a victim who had been bled dry, likely left with a mountain of debt. This was our best shot to take the whole operation down and make the fraud charg