Unleash Desire

The floorboards creaked under my weight as I adjusted my position. My knees were starting to ache against the hardwood, but I didn't move. I couldn't. The circle of salt and chalk was messy, jagged in some places where my hand had shaken, but it didn't matter. Perfection wasn't the point; intent was. And God, I was drowning in intent. My apartment felt smaller than usual, the air thick with the scent of cheap black candles and my own sweat. I was wearing a silk slip that clung to my skin, damp from the humidity of a New York summer night. No bra, no panties. If I was going to do this, I wanted there to be zero barriers. I stared at the ancient, leather-bound book I’d spent six months' salary on. The ink on the pages looked like dried blood. My pulse was a physical thrumming in my throat as I began to speak the words. The Latin was clunky on my tongue, sharp and guttural. I didn't care about the grammar; I cared about the heat building in the pit of my stomach. Every syllable felt lik

The glow of my dual monitors was the only thing keeping the darkness of the floor at bay. It was 9:45 PM. Everyone else—the people with actual lives—had left hours ago. My neck was stiff, and my back ached from sitting in this ergonomic chair that cost more than my first car but felt like a park bench after ten hours. I reached for my coffee, but the cup was cold, a thin film of cream settled on the top.I leaned back, stretching my arms over my head, and that’s when I heard it. The heavy, rhythmic sound of leather soles hitting the carpet. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The air in the room didn't just change; it felt like it was being sucked out.Vincent.He didn't stop at his office door. He kept walking until he was standing right behind my chair. I could smell him—expensive sandalwood, clean laundry, and that sharp, metallic scent of power that always made the hair on my arms stand up. I stayed frozen, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird."Still her

The silence of the boardroom was more suffocating than the noise had been. Vincent’s hand was a heavy, scorching weight on my thigh, and the click of his belt felt like a gavel hitting a sound block. I looked at the oak door. No lock. Just a handle that anyone could turn. The thought of a director walking back in for a forgotten phone made my stomach flip, but the pulse between my legs was drowning out my common sense."You’re terrified," Vincent murmured, his eyes scanning my face with a dark, predatory satisfaction. "And yet, you’re shaking with the need to have me. Tell me, Aubrey. Is the fear making it better?""I hate you," I whispered, though my hands were already reaching for the buttons of his shirt."Liars don't get bonuses," he grunted.He didn't waste time with a bed that wasn't there. He swept the remaining folders and iPads off the end of the long conference table with one brutal motion. The sound of expensive electronics hitting the floor was sharp, but it was drowned ou

The silence in the room was louder than the screaming in my head. Julian’s weight was still crushing me into the mattress, his body still buried deep inside mine, pulsing with a rhythm he couldn't stop. I stared at the door, my eyes wide, watching the sliver of light from the hallway.Creak.That was the third step. Elena always stepped on the third step because the wood was loose. She was ten feet away."Julian?" her voice came again, muffled by the heavy oak of the guest room door. "Are you in there? I saw your car in the driveway."Julian didn't move a muscle. His hand was still clamped over my mouth, his fingers smelling of my own scent and the whiskey he’d been drinking earlier. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest, a frantic, desperate thud that matched my own. My lungs were burning, my breath trapped in my throat, but I didn't dare exhale.I felt him shift. It wasn't to pull away. It was a slow, agonizingly deliberate movement, his hips grinding into mine just a fr

The rain was hammering against the roof now, a frantic, rhythmic drumming that matched the blood thumping in my ears. Mavros didn't move. He stayed pinned against me, his heavy weight a physical anchor in the middle of my chaos. I could feel every inch of him—the rough callouses on his palms, the damp heat of his skin, and the terrifying, thick reality of his desire pressing against my thigh."Look at me, Aurelia," he commanded.His voice was a low vibration that made my stomach flip. I forced my eyes open, my vision blurred by the sweat stinging my lids. His amber eyes were glowing in the dark, hungry and predatory. He didn't look like a man anymore; he looked like the wolf that lived under his skin, finally allowed to see the light."You're so slick," he whispered, his hand sliding down to the junction of my thighs.I let out a sharp, jagged gasp, my head slamming back against the floorboards. His fingers were blunt and demanding, finding exactly where the heat was most concentrated