LOGIN[RATED 19+ CONTENT AHEAD] "This is the last time, Thea." He thrust himself entirely into me, and I whimpered. "Yes, Daddy." That was the lie we told ourselves. *** He was my father's best friend. The man I called "Uncle Stellan." Now, my father is gone, and Stellan Vaughn is my new guardian. My new boss. He’s cold, ruthless, and the most powerful man in New York. He’s supposed to protect me, to guide me. But at my father's funeral, when his dark eyes met mine, what I saw wasn't comfort. It was a hunger that lit a matching fire in me. That's when I realized, there was no going back for this man and me, nor were we prepared to experience both of our lives getting f**ked over. He thinks I’m an innocent, grieving girl. He doesn't know I'm just as broken as he is. He doesn't know I want his control to shatter. He's the one man I can never have. The one man who could destroy my future. And the only one I'm willing to sin for.
View More~ Thea's POVThe regression analysis on Lance’s laptop screen might as well have been written in hieroglyphics.My eyes traced the columns of data, variables, coefficients, standard error, but my brain refused to process a single number. All I could process was the feeling of being watched.It wasn't the heavy, suffocating weight of Stellan’s gaze. That felt like being hunted by a wolf in the dead of winter—cold, inevitable, and terrifying. This was different. This felt like being examined by a cat that had cornered a mouse and was deciding which limb to play with first.I looked up from the screen, my patience snapping like a dry twig.Ethan Hayes was sitting across from me, his chin resting in his palm, a lazy, half-cocked smile playing on his lips. He hadn't looked at the textbook in twenty minutes. He was just looking at me. He was dissecting me. His blue eyes, so similar to Lance’s but lacking any of the warmth, were drilling into my skull."Is there something on my face, Ethan?"
~ Stellan’s POV The lie tasted worse than the cheap wine I had found in her apartment.Just spam, she had said. Just a random number.I sat at the head of the massive mahogany table in the main boardroom of Vaughn Enterprises, my gaze fixed on the skyline of Manhattan visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city looked small from up here. Manageable. Everything down there moved according to patterns I could predict, markets I could manipulate, and people I could buy.Everything except Thea Mercer.My hand rested on the polished wood surface, my fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic cadence that seemed to set the heart rates of the twelve executives sitting around me. They were terrified. They should be.I wasn't listening to the Vice President of Marketing drone on about the "optics" of the gala. I was back in the limestone bedroom, watching Thea’s face pale as she looked at her phone. I was watching the tremor in her hand. I was watching the practiced way she flipped the devi
~ Thea's POV"Show me," Maya demanded, her hand hovering over my phone where it lay face-down on the velvet cushion."No," I said, snatching it up and sliding it into the pocket of my sweatpants. My heart was still doing that awful, fluttery thing it had been doing since I read the text."Thea, if someone is threatening you, or stalking you... Stellan needs to know," Maya argued, her voice rising in pitch. "Or at least I need to know. Why won't you show me?""Because if I show you, you'll freak out," I said, standing up and pacing the length of the living room. "And if you freak out, you'll tell Stellan. And if Stellan sees it..."I trailed off, the memory of Stellan’s eyes in the mansion—dark, void-like, and promising violence—flashing through my mind."If Stellan sees it," I continued, my voice quieter, "he won't just track the number. He’ll burn down half the city trying to find the source. I can't handle another war, Maya. Not today. Not after last night."Maya bit her lip, lookin
~ Thea’s POV"Thea?" Stellan asked, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating with a suspicion that made the hair on my arms stand up. "Who was that?"I looked up at him, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I tried to keep my face blank, but I could feel the blood draining from it. The fear clutching my throat wasn't the fear of the press outside, or even the fear of the man sitting across from me who had just spent the last eight hours claiming every inch of my body."Just... spam," I said. My voice came out too high. Too brittle. It sounded like glass breaking. "Just a random number. Probably a reporter trying to get a quote."Stellan didn't blink. He stared at me, his dark eyes stripping away the layers of my defense. He knew a lie when he heard one. He traded in lies, in secrets, in the currency of hidden things.And he knew that reaction. He knew that my trembling hands weren't the reaction to a stranger. They were the reaction to a ghost."Open it," he command






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