MasukNyla“Nyla… Nyla…” Dominic whispered, his voice thick with need and urgency, catching his breath as he pressed me gently onto the bed. His hands were firm, controlling, yet careful, spreading my legs apart with a possessive insistence.“Your toys… they won’t do this for you,” he said, his tone low and intimate, as he positioned his mouth between my thighs. His tongue flicked across my most sensitive spot, warm and wet, drawing a soft gasp from me. The sensation was electric, unlike anything I had ever felt. My back arched instinctively, every nerve ending ignited as his lips explored me with deliberate attention.I moaned, embarrassed and exposed, but my body betrayed me, trembling under his touch. He was patient yet relentless, teasing, tasting, claiming me in a way that left no room for hesitation.“Dominic…” I whispered, breathless, my hands gripping the sheets. The heat coursing through me was overwhelming.He growled softly, a sound that made my core tighten with desire. “Yes… th
Nyla.The resort felt like a different world—quiet, secluded, and untouched by chaos. The soft hum of the ocean, the scent of salt and blooming flowers, the warm sunlight spilling across the balcony—it was serene, almost unreal.Dominic was… perfect. Not flawless, but perfect in all the ways that mattered. Gentle yet commanding, protective yet careful, and always aware of how I felt. He knew when to give me space, when to lean in, when to simply be present. Every little gesture, from brushing a strand of hair behind my ear to adjusting my blanket while I slept, carried meaning. He made me feel safe, seen, and wanted all at once.The first days passed slowly but blissfully. We talked about everything our childhoods, dreams, fears, favorite books, movies, music. We shared little habits, quirks, and the things that made us laugh. Dominic opened up too, revealing parts of himself he never shared with anyone how he learned to channel his protective instincts, the responsibilities he carrie
“You can feed your eyes, Nyla,” Dominic said, his voice low, teasing, yet laced with that dominant edge that made her shiver. “Trust me, I feed mine every night—watching you sleep, tucking the blanket around you, making sure you’re safe. That’s my favorite part.”Nyla’s cheeks heated instantly. She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, tugging at the oversized T-shirt that reached just past her thighs. Lace panties hugged her curves underneath, a silent testament to the things Dominic had bought her—things he wanted to see her wear, things that made her pulse spike every time she caught his gaze.Dominic’s eyes scanned her with deliberate intent, lingering over every curve, every inch of exposed skin. “You know,” he murmured, leaning back against the headboard, “I could get lost in you for hours and never get tired.”Nyla’s lips parted, a faint gasp escaping. “Dominic… stop,” she whispered, though her voice trembled, betraying the thrill that surged through her. She tried to focus on the
Nyla The air in the car felt thick, almost suffocating, as I sat quietly beside Dominic. His hands gripped the steering wheel with a tension I could feel radiating through the leather. The fight with Eric earlier still burned fresh in my mind the way his voice had cracked, the sharp words exchanged between the brothers, and the raw frustration in Dominic’s glare. I didn’t know whether to feel guilty, scared, or just utterly trapped. Dominic drove in silence, one hand firmly on the wheel, the other occasionally brushing against hers in casual, teasing proximity. Every touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she tried to suppress it, tried to focus on the scenery instead of the way her heartbeat spiked whenever his thigh brushed hers. “Are you okay?” Dominic’s voice finally broke the silence, low, smooth, dangerous. It wasn’t a question; it was a statement, a demand for honesty. Nyla swallowed, trying to steady her voice. “I… I’m fine,” she whispered. But even as she said it, her
Dominic “Good morning, Nyla,” I said, my voice steady but low, carrying the weight of last night’s tension. Her head lifted from where it had rested on the pillow, her beautiful brown eyes meeting mine. A soft smile tugged at her lips, gentle and knowing, and for a moment, my chest tightened not with anger, but with something sharper, fiercer.“Good morning,” she replied softly. The curve of her lips and the quiet glimmer in her eyes told me more than words ever could. I knew the subtle shift in her body, the relaxation after the storm of last night, and I realized—she had taken care of herself. That brief, private act must have relieved some edge, but it didn’t erase the tension between us, the undercurrent of desire and danger that lingered.I moved closer, careful, deliberate. My Alpha instincts hummed beneath my skin, sharp and alert, watching her every movement. “Have you eaten?” I asked, and when she shook her head, I felt a flicker of surprise. She never missed a meal. She alw
Dominic Ever since the kiss between Nyla and Eric, I had been on edge. Every moment after that, every memory, every fleeting thought, it all twisted inside me like a knife I couldn’t pull out. I buried myself in work, stayed longer in the office, even ignored calls and messages just to avoid facing the storm that brewed inside.But avoidance didn’t work. I couldn’t escape the image of Nyla’s smile as she looked at Eric, the soft warmth in her eyes, the quiet intimacy that lingered between them even in a room full of tension. My chest tightened every time I pictured them together, and I hated that I couldn’t stop it. I hated that it bothered me, that my Alpha instincts roared like a caged beast every time he was near her.I came home later than usual that evening. The house was quiet, but I could feel her presence before I even saw her. Nyla was in the sitting room, her posture relaxed, yet there was a subtle tension in the way she held herself. My eyes found Eric immediately, sitting







