تسجيل الدخول(POV: BRIANNA HAYES)
I closed the door of my small room in the back of the service wing of the Manhattan mansion and leaned my back against the wood, trying to force air into my lungs. My chest rose and fell frantically, tightening the fabric of the dark cotton uniform.![]()
(POV: BRIANNA HAYES)I closed the door of my small room in the service wing and slid the iron bolt, collapsing with my back against the wood all at once. My legs gave out immediately, forcing me to slide down to the cold floor of the quarters. I curled my knees against my chest, embracing my thick thighs while trying desperately to draw air into my lungs. My chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, stretching the fabric of the dark cotton uniform. I was suffocating under the weight of everything that had happened tonight at the Palace Hotel.My entire body continued to sway with an electrical tremor that I could not halt. The skin on my back, right over the old scars my father had left, felt like it was burning beneath the clothes, stamped by the touch of Alexander Thorne’s large, warm hands on the deserted beach. He had broken the damn man who t
POV/ BRIANNAI noticed I was limping, but I continued trying to walk so as not to slow him down. Alexander stopped abruptly in front of me, blocking the path. He looked down at my feet and, without saying a single word, lowered his immense six-foot-five frame, took off his own leather slides, and placed them before my bare toes."Use mine. They are large, but they won't cut your skin," he ordered with that usual authoritative calm.I swallowed hard and slid my feet into his footwear, feeling the heat that had remained in the material. We walked a little further until we found a dry tree trunk, fallen on the sand near the surf. We sat side by side. Alexander pulled a bottle of water from the side of his pocket and extended it to me.
(POV: BRIANNA HAYES) The nausea rose straight from my stomach to my throat the moment I excused myself from that suffocating table. The weight of the stares and Victoria's cutting words had transformed the dinner at the Palace Hotel into a true test of endurance for my sanity. I needed to breathe. I walked hurriedly across the restaurant's polished marble floor, seeking the reserved hallway that led to the restrooms, far from the clatter of utensils and the whispered conversations of the elite occupying the main lounge. The hallway was long, illuminated
(POV: ALEXANDER THORNE) The VIP lounge of the Palace Hotel restaurant was illuminated by soft, yellowish lights that cast long shadows across the imperial marble columns. The environment smelled of expensive cigars, grilled lobster, and the heavy perfume of high-society jewelry occupying the neighboring tables. Through the immense glass walls, the dark beach of Santa Catarina stretched under the moonlight, with the muffled sound of the surf crashing against the luxury hotel's coast. I sat at the central table of the reserved wing, the sleeves of my black dress shirt rolled up to my robust fore
(POV: BRIANNA HAYES) The echo of tires screeching against the stone driveway of the main entrance instantly shattered the silence that had settled over the beach mansion. I was in the pantry, finishing the organization of the fine silver cutlery for lunch, when the shrill sound made my body stiffen. My hands, which still carried a slight moisture from the pure sweat of nervousness over what had happened on the beach, nearly dropped the metal tray. I had run straight up to the service wing right after Mr. Thorne crushed me against his bare chest, covering the torn strap of my swimsuit with his
(POV: ALEXANDER THORNE)The heat of the early afternoon weighed heavily over the coast of Santa Catarina, turning the air inside the beach mansion into a dense, stifling atmosphere despite the cooling system running through the ceiling vents. From the immense living room window, I watched the horizon line where the blue of the ocean blended into the harsh reflection of the sun on the sand. Three security guards from my private team patrolled the perimeter of the private beach, moving slowly with communication earpieces and dark tactical uniforms. I needed an excuse to pull Hayes away from the safety of the service quarters. The image of her body glued by the wind upon our arrival kept replaying in my mind, causing a constant burn below my abdomen that prevented me from focusing on Thorne Tech's merger reports.I walked to the access hallway and used the internal radio to issue a direct command. I required her to accompany me to the water's edge under the administrative pretext of insp
(POV: BRIANNA)The man pulled his fingers out of my mouth slowly. A thin string of saliva connected my lips to his fingertips in the dimness of that dark room. Booth seven felt like a studio entirely isolated from the rest of the world. The crimson illumination cast massive shadows across the velve
(POV: BRIANNA)The silence inside booth seven was so thick I could hear the rhythmic ticking of the gold watch on his wrist. The man who called himself Ares never took his eyes off me. It was a gaze that didn't just look at me; it stripped me bare, evaluating me like a prized possession."You will
(POV: BRIANNA)The bouncer guided me down the dimly lit corridor and stopped in front of booth seven. He unlocked the heavy wooden door, gestured for me to step inside, and locked it behind me immediately.The sharp click of the lock echoed in the silence. It was my very first time stepping into on
⚠️ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGThis is a high-spice dark romance intended strictly for readers aged 18 and older. This book contains explicit sexual content, heavy dirty talk, an intense age-gap dynamic, and dark BDSM themes involving absolute dominance and forced submission.If you are sensitive to the







