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The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom The Baby Kicks
The morning after the safe word fight.I wake up in Alexander’s bed, not my east wing, because last night we didn’t make it past the living room windows.The sheets are black silk, tangled around my body like they’re trying to hold me down, and the city light filters through the curtains like a hangover I deserve, one that throbs behind my eyes and between my legs.My thighs are sore in a way that makes me bite my lip when I shift. My lips are bruised, swollen from kisses that weren’t gentle. My heart is a mess, a tangled knot of hate and want and fear that I can’t untie no matter how hard I pull.I can still feel him inside me, the way he pressed me against the cold glass, city lights painting our skin in gold and shadow, his hands gripping my hips like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go.I can still hear my moan when he thrust in, the way his growl vibrated through my chest when I scratched his back hard enough to draw blood.I can still taste the coffee on his tongue from the
The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom The Safe Word Fight
The morning after the gala.I wake up alone in the east wing. My body feels different.Heavy. Alive. Marked.I can still feel his hand low on my back during the waltz, fingers splayed possessively, thumb tracing slow circles that no camera caught but I felt in my bones. The way he pulled me closer with every turn, the way his breath ghosted my ear when he whispered, “The world needs to see what you look like when you’re mine.”I can still feel the way the world watched us dance and decided we were inevitable.I can still feel the way he looked at me when we got home, like he was one breath away from finishing what the elevator started.But he walked away. Again.I hate him for it.I hate myself for wanting him not to.I hate the way my body betrays me, nipples hardening under the sheets just from the memory, heat pooling between my legs like it's been waiting all night to remind me how close we came to snapping.I drag myself out of bed and stand in front of the mirror. The emerald go
The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom The Gala Where They Dance
I wake up to sunlight pouring through the east-wing windows, the kind of bright, unforgiving San Francisco morning that makes everything look too real.The baby is kicking like it’s already excited for tonight.Tonight is the Children’s Hospital Gala, the first big public event since the courthouse, the first time the world will see Mr. and Mrs. Kane together in full armor.Alexander scheduled it weeks ago, before the elevator, before the almost-kiss that turned into everything and nothing.I haven’t said no. I haven’t said yes either.I just wake up knowing I’m going.I spend the morning in a daze, picking at breakfast (avocado toast and decaf coffee that tastes like regret). The staff left a garment bag hanging on the bedroom door, Alexander’s doing, no doubt. I unzip it with fingers that feel numb.Inside is a gown in deep emerald green, off-shoulder, silk so fluid it looks liquid. The neckline plunges just enough to be dangerous, the back dips low enough to make a statement. The s
The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom Theo at the Gates
I’m standing on the balcony, barefoot, wrapped only in Alexander’s black shirt (the one I stole from his closet this morning because it smells like him and I’m too tired to pretend I don’t want it).The city is quiet for once, the storm from last week long gone, the sky clear enough to see stars if you squint past the light pollution. The air is cold, biting at my bare legs, but I don’t go inside.I can’t sleep.Not since the elevator.Not since the way his mouth tasted like storm and calm all at once, the way his hands gripped my thighs like he was afraid I’d vanish, the way I moaned into his kiss like I was starving.We haven’t talked about it.We’ve barely even talked at all.Breakfasts are silent. Hallways are minefields. The white roses keep appearing (ten now, one tucked under my pillow this morning like a cruel joke).I lean on the balcony railing, arms wrapped around myself, staring down at the street sixty-five floors below. The gates are lit by soft security lights, the Mayb
The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom The Tape That Never Sees Daylight
I wake up early today with the ghost of Alexander’s mouth on mine, like the elevator kiss left a permanent mark I can’t wash off.Why am I still thinking about it?The east wing is dim, the city lights fading as dawn creeps in like a thief. I’m tangled in the black silk sheets, one leg thrown over a pillow like it’s a substitute for the body I can’t stop thinking about.My hand is on my stomach, the bump now a firm curve that kicks gently when I shift. The baby’s the only thing grounding me these days, a tiny anchor in the storm that’s become my life.I sit up, head pounding from another night of fragmented sleep, and reach for my phone on the nightstand. The screen is already lit with notifications blowing up, emails from journalists begging for interviews, DMs from strangers calling me queen or whore or both.I ignore them all and open the vase on the nightstand instead. Nine white roses now, their petals starting to curl at the edges like they’re tired of the game too. I touch one,
The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom Midnight Kitchen Confessions
I wake up in the midnight with my heart pounding like it's trying to escape my chest, the sheets tangled around my legs. They are always turning against me. The east wing is dark, the kind of dark that presses in on you, and the city lights from the window look like distant fires I can't reach. I sit up, breath coming in short gasps, and press a hand to my mouth because the taste of him is still there, Alexander, his lips, his tongue, the way he devoured me in that elevator like I was the only thing left in his world.Damn it, what have I done?I swing my legs over the side of the bed, barefoot on the cold floor, and try to steady myself. The room spins a little, not from the pregnancy, but from the memory that's playing on loop in my head: the power surge, the red emergency lights turning his face into something dangerous and beautiful, his hands on my thighs lifting me, my back against the wall, my legs wrapped around him like I was claiming him or surrendering or both. I can still
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