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Worship Me, Duncan Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE— Aphrodite —I woke up to the scent of him.Cigarette smoke. Leather. The barest trace of his cologne—cold, crisp, masculine.It curled in the sheets like a ghost, lingering in the cotton and in the places he touched.My body ached. My throat was dry. My skin still burned from the imprint of his hands.And he wasn’t in bed.Of course not.Duncan Moretti didn’t hold women after he broke them.Not anymore.---I blinked at the ceiling. The light was gray and muted behind thick hotel curtains. Everything felt far away, like I was still underwater, still drowning in what happened last night.He kissed me.Took me.Used me.And I let him.Not because I was trying to reclaim something lost.But because I knew—I felt—that I was no longer the one in control.I used to lead him with my fingers, guide his mouth with my sighs, bend his desire until he worshipped me.Now?Now he touched me like I was a territory he’d already conquered. And last night was him burning the flag
Worship Me, Duncan Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR— Aphrodite —Some people think the worst part is breaking someone.They’re wrong.The worst part is when they still love you afterward.When they look at you the way Duncan Moretti did that night—with eyes that begged to forget and hands that ached to destroy.When they love you so much they want to see you ruined, just to feel a little less broken themselves.That’s the kind of love you never walk away from.That’s the kind of love that scars.---I stood in front of Room 306.My fingers hovered an inch from the door, trembling like they still belonged to the girl I used to be—the one who believed Duncan Moretti would love her forever, even if she didn’t deserve it.> You’re still mine.He’d said it hours ago.Quiet. Icy. Possessive.And I hated how much it still controlled me.---The door opened before I could knock.He was already there.Like he’d been waiting.Like he’d sensed me the moment I walked onto the floor.Because that was what Duncan did—he felt thi
Worship Me, Duncan Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE— Aphrodite —Some nights, the lie was easier to wear.Tonight wasn’t one of them.Not when Lucas smiled at me like I hadn’t been built to ruin men like him. Not when he reached for my hand across the table like he wasn’t already marked. Not when the warmth in his gaze made me forget—if only for a second—that everything about this was staged.I wasn’t supposed to feel anything.Not tenderness.Not guilt.And definitely not guilt.---Lucas leaned forward over the candlelit table, his voice low. “You keep flinching when I look at you like this.”I blinked. “Like what?”“Like you matter.”My throat closed.He smiled gently, tilting his head. “It makes me want to look harder.”I laughed—soft, broken—and looked down at the untouched wine in my glass. “Then stop looking.”But he didn’t.---We left the restaurant late. The city was quieter now, the streets glistening faintly from a rain that had passed while we weren’t paying attention. Lucas held his umbrella over bot
Worship Me, Duncan Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO— Duncan —It’s one thing to feel rage.It’s another thing to do something with it.I’d felt it before—white-hot, gut-twisting fury, the kind that burned you from the inside. But this time, it didn’t burn.It froze.Solid.Clean.The anger crystallized into something sharper.Something useful.---Marco delivered within forty-eight hours.He always did.The man was a ghost—a phantom with access to things that didn’t appear on paper, didn’t live in the cloud, didn’t show up on credit statements or GPS trackers. Just movement, patterns, whispers, secrets.And now… I had it all.---The file arrived encrypted and timed to self-delete.I opened it with hands that didn’t shake.Not anymore.I was past trembling.Past breaking.Now I was building something.Something darker.Something inevitable.---Photos.Lucas and Aphrodite.Dinner. Walking. A coffee shop. A private art gallery she once took me to.In every picture, she looked… poised. Distant. Sometimes smiling.Neve
Worship Me, Duncan Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE— Duncan —Somewhere between the fourth sip of coffee and the third ignored call from my VP of strategy, I saw her name again.I wasn’t even searching for it.It found me.Like it always did.There, in my inbox—a link forwarded by one of my PR analysts.Subject line:FYI – Sivan sighting trending.No context. No preamble. Just the burning reminder that I was never free of her.I should’ve deleted it.Closed the laptop.Focused on the markets.But her name…It dragged me under every time.---I clicked it.And I saw her.Aphrodite.Draped in black silk, stepping out of Le Miroir like she was born to shatter camera lenses.But she wasn’t alone.He was with her.Lucas Gentry.I didn’t register the headline right away. I just saw the photo—her laughing, her hand casually brushing his jacket sleeve as if they’d known each other for years.I stared so hard my vision blurred.Then the headline hit.> “Power Couple? Aphrodite Sivan and Lucas Gentry Fuel Romance Speculation
Worship Me, Duncan Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY— Aphrodite —The first rule of the game was simple: Never feel.Emotion is leverage. Empathy is poison. If you start caring, you start slipping—and when you slip, Godric tightens the leash. He always knows.And yet here I was, two nights into the assignment, sitting across from Lucas Gentry again, sipping wine I hadn’t tasted, wearing a black silk slip I hadn’t chosen, listening to the kind of man I was supposed to break…...and wondering why I suddenly didn’t want to.---He was talking about his sister.The way she used to fall asleep with her face in her cereal as a kid. The way she still called him when her daughter had nightmares. His voice was soft, warm, edged with nostalgia and laughter that didn't belong in the world I came from.And I laughed, too.Not the kind of laugh I usually gave men—the one Godric liked, practiced and just a bit suggestive.This laugh was quieter.And it felt dangerous.---“Did I say something funny?” he asked, eyes crinkling.“No,” I
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