MasukSilasI finished work early tonight. Earlier than usual. But rest doesn't come easy. I'm lying in bed, arms folded behind my head, eyes fixed on the ceiling. My jaw clenches at the thought ofApex. The meeting.It won't be easy conversations over expensive wine or carefully worded threats hidden behind smiles. It'll be the kind of meeting where names get dropped, where stakes are real and reputations hang by a thread. Tension so thick you can taste it in the air.I'm bringingBeatrice. My angel. The woman who's taken root under my skin in a way no one else ever has. She's going to see it all. The glittering resort and the darkness that lurks beneath the floors. It's not just luxury and ocean views. It's a fortress, a playground, a chessboard, and every player there is a dangerous game.Maybe this is a mistake. I'm being selfish for wanting her there. But I can't shake the urge to show her. Not just the charm or the control. I wa
He leans back in his chair, running a hand through his slicked-back, thick hair. "Atticus."Just hearing the name makes me want to roll my eyes. Why does everyone want to talk aboutAtticustoday?Silasexhales. "He might've gone back to the island, but that's not the end of it. He's interested in you and he's not going to stop.""Why are you telling me this?""I want you to be prepared," he says simply. "He doesn't let go of things easily. When he wants something, he'll keep chasing until he has it."I tilt my head, studying his face. He's always so composed. "Doesn't that... bother you?" I ask, my voice cautious.Calm as ever, he says, "Oddly enough, no. It doesn't bother me."I blink, confused. "It doesn't?" I echo, a crease forming between my brows.He smirks faintly, his eyes watching me as if he's reading every flicker of emotion across my face. "If it were anyone else? Absolutely. I'd lose my fucking shit.&n
BeatriceAs I move through the house, I can finally breathe again now thatAtticusis gone. Thank God. The air doesn't feel so suffocating now. No dark presence looming in corners. No heat pressing into my back, making my skin crawl. Only peace.Thenerveof that man...Still trying to pretend to beSilas. Whispering "Hey, angel," into my skin like he has the right.Atticusmight wear the same face, speak with the same voice, but everything underneath is twisted and dangerous. He touches me like I'm a toy. Looks at me like I'm prey. And for what? A fucking reaction?I've figured it out. That's what he wants, craves, feeds on. So I'll starve him of it. One-word answers. Short, clipped replies. I saw his jaw clench. How his arms crossed over his chest like he was trying not to explode. Let him burn.When he stormed out of the house, I smiled. That arrogant bastard thought telling me that he was goin
My hand is on her doorknob before I can think twice, pushing it open without a sound. It's dark, soft moonlight slipping between the curtains and casting pale shadows across the room.Beatriceis laying on her side, blanket around her hip, lips parted slightly, dark lashes fanned against her cheeks. She looks peaceful, so fucking innocent.I step closer. Standing at the edge of her bed. I look down at her and take her in. There are so many ways I could wake her up right now. With my cock in her mouth. In her pussy. In her ass. There are so many options. So many fantasies that would take nothing but a slight shift of her body and a little pressure from me.I won't. I clench my fists at my sides and breathe through my nose, jaw tight as I force myself not to move. I'm proud of myself. Didn't think I had it in me.But I can't leave until I at least get my hands on her... just a little. Just enough to take the edge off. I lower myself beside her bed. My fi
AtticusI can hear Silas and Beatrice through the fucking walls.They're not even trying to be quiet not that I blame them. Her moans carry through the silence like a goddamn symphony, and every sound punches straight through my chest, going lower and aching. I'm not mad. Not really. I just wish I was in there with them.I can picture it so clearly. Beatrice spread out between us. Me and Silas on either side of her, teasing her until she's shaking, tasting her, playing with her body like it's ours to learn.Ours. That's what she should be.I really thought Silas would be more territorial. He always had that edge to him. When he said, "I'm not taking her from you," it told me everything I needed to know. He wouldn't mind sharing her. Maybe he even wants it.I hate that he told me to back off. But he was right. She was overwhelmed. She needed space—needed to calm down after the chaos I stirred in her. It doesn't mean I'll be pulling away, and it doesn't mean I'm going to stay away forev
I take her hand so small, so soft and lace my fingers through hers, guiding it toward my cock. There's a second where we're both just holding our breath. Then I wrap both our hands around the thick length of me, and fuck, the contact has my hips twitching. Her palm is warm, her fingers barely able to curl around me, and the size difference is enough to make my throat dry.My breath catches as I squeeze her hand, encouraging her to tighten around me. She follows her grip, unsure but willing. My cock throbs in response. "Just like that," I murmur. "Fuck, angel..."I've thought about this so many times. Too many nights with my fist wrapping around myself, imagining it was hers. Reality is so much fucking better. Her hand moves clumsily at first, unsure of the rhythm, but I guide her. I wrap my fingers around hers, around myself, and start dragging her hand up and down my cock in long, slow strokes."Feel that?" I whisper, looking down at her hand working my length.
Silas's shoulders slump. "No," he says quietly. "She'll never be a fucking toy to me."I scratch at the back of my neck, fingers digging into the skin like the irritation might bleed out. There's something coiled in my chest. An emotion I can't name. But it's burning, uncomfortable, and fo
AtticusI catch Beatrice just as she collapses dead weight in my arms, soft and limp like a rag doll. Her head lolls against my chest, and for a second, the world just... stills.Her scent fills my nose. Vanilla. Warm and so fucking sweet. My arms tighten around her
The next few seconds are a blur. The jars, the plate, the bread, and the knife all go flying, crashing to the floor in a loud clatter. I barely have time to react before he's on me, spinning me around, lifting me effortlessly, and slamming me on the cold marble surface.His mouth is on min
BeatriceI toss onto my other side, shoving the thick comforter away with a frustrated sigh. The mattress is absurdly soft, cradling every inch of me. But sleep won't come. My body is exhausted, my eyes heavy, but my mind just won't shut the fuck up.The bed is perf







