LOGIN"Do you want me to stop?" Darlington growled, his thick cock buried deep inside her, stretching her with slow, deliberate thrusts that made her tremble. "No," Freya moaned, legs wrapped tight around his waist, hips rocking desperately to take him deeper. "God, no... harder." She was supposed to seduce him. Spy on him. Steal his secrets to save her dying mother. But the city's most ruthless billionaire, Darlington Knight, saw right through her from the moment she walked into his world. Now he's the one claiming her—pinning her against silk sheets, against cold glass walls, in the dark heat of his penthouse—fucking her senseless until she forgets her mission, forgets her lies, forgets everything but the way he owns her body. Every touch is dangerous. Every kiss a threat. He knows she's hiding something... and he's going to make her beg to confess—on her knees, breathless, dripping for him. Freya came to betray him. Instead, she's falling—hard, fast, and filthy—into a passion that could ruin them both. Even though Darlington might have his secrets, will he still see her the same way after finding out she was just a spy sent to seduce him?"
View Moreme immediately. Understand?” Freya felt angry and playful at the same time. She smiled a little — but not a happy smile. In a mocking voice she said, “Okay, Mr. Protector.” Darlington heard her words. His face did not change. He just ignored her. He walked out of the office quickly and closed the door behind him. The room felt empty and quiet after he left. Freya kept working. She finished sorting all the files on the table. Then she remembered something. Darlington had told her earlier about an important file in the safe. She needed to find it and put it with the others. She stood up. She looked around the office. First, she checked the shelves. Nothing. Then she checked the cabinets. Still nothing. She started to feel worried. Where could it be? Finally, she went to his big desk. She opened the drawers one by one. She moved some pens and papers aside. Still no file. She got down on her knees. She looked under the desk. Maybe it fell there. She crawled a little under the desk to
"Who are you, and how the fuck did you get into my house?" Michael asked, his voice trembling even though he was trying to sound tough. He glared at the tall stranger standing in his living room, but as Darlington took a step closer, Michael’s bravado started to melt. "I said... leave her alone," Darlington repeated. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deadly weight that made the air in the small room feel freezing. Michael scoffed, trying to hide his fear behind a fake smile. He let go of Freya’s arm and turned fully toward Darlington. "You’re in my house commanding me? Maybe you should show some respect. This is my home." "The only respect you should show here is to her," Darlington replied. He reached out, his large hand finding Freya’s waist and pulling her firmly against his side. The warmth of his body made Freya’s heart skip a beat, but she knew she had to play her part. Freya looked up at Michael, her eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and triumph. "Well, Michael, you ar
The air in the car turned freezing the moment the guard spoke. Darlington didn't panic; instead, he became deathly still. It was like his soul had left his body and been replaced by a cold, calculating machine. "Are the rest of the men still intact?" Darlington asked. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that made the guard shiver. "Yes, sir," the guard replied, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But only five of our elite guards are in the meeting hall right now. The members of the inner circle are starting to panic. They’re scared, sir. The enemies have become much more serious and harsh. They didn't just scout the area—they came to kill." Darlington didn't hesitate. He stepped out of the car, his movements sharp and fast. He leaned back into the window to look at Freya. "Stay here," he ordered. "The glass is bulletproof. Lock the doors from the inside and do not open them for anyone but me or Kelvin. You’ll be safe here." Before Freya could even argue, he slammed the door and wa
The ride to Darlington Knight’s mansion felt unreal. The car was quiet, smooth, and dark enough inside that I could almost pretend none of this was happening. Outside, the city lights moved past like falling stars, each one sharp and far away, like a world I used to belong to. I kept my hands locked together on my lap. Every few minutes, when I remembered that the hospital really had received five million dollars… my chest tightened again. I tried not to think about it too deeply, because every time I did, something inside me bent sharply—like a branch carrying too much snow. Darlington sat on the other side of the backseat. He wasn’t looking at me. He was reading something on a tablet, expression calm. He didn’t speak. He didn’t ask questions. His silence wasn’t awkward—just controlled. I wasn’t used to people who didn’t fill silence with words. I wasn’t used to quiet at all. The driver spoke for the first time when the gates appeared. “Sir, we’re here.” I lifted my head.


















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