Unholy Terms

SiennaI nodded at Adrian’s words, even though I knew damn well there was more behind that smooth line. The alarm in my head wouldn't stop blaring, loud and insistent. He’s danger. He is the real danger. The kind that would not burn you, it makes sure you never grow back the same.Maybe even evil. The type of man who ruins people, slowly, deliciously… until the world claps when you're gone. And still, God help me! I find myself spiraling under that gaze of his, the way it pins me down like I’m a fucking prize.Sienna, what happened to “I only fall for nerds”? For smart, safe men in glasses who wouldn't have guns in their glove compartments and secrets stitched into their knuckles and brains?Adrian is intelligent, alright. But that’s not why I’m short of breath. He makes my skin hum. My brain misfires. My thighs clench. He makes my body tingle with lust, with thrill, with raw fuck-me-and-ruin-me energy. And I know better. I should know better. I survived three days in hell, bare

Whip and Judgment

AdrianI tugged at the door, it didn’t budge.Locked.My eyes flicked to the so-called director Sienna had mentioned. He’d just come out of that damn office a few minutes ago, and now the place looked sealed like a vault.I signaled at Mug. He moved toward the group of pastors, whispering something quiet but definitely laced with just enough threat. Fear started to ripple between them like static. Within seconds, they began ushering the congregation outside with some weak excuse about a special activity that had to be conducted on the church grounds. The blind little cult members that they were, they obeyed without question.“Hold the director back,” I muttered.Mug tapped the man’s shoulder. He turned, confused. “Sorry, who are you?”I ignored the stupid question. “Why is this door locked?”He blinked. “Why are you asking?”“We need to speak with the pastor,” Mug stepped in, voice calm but heavy.“Then it has nothing to do with me.”“You just walked out of there. Your colleague isn’

Dream Life

SiennaMy heart finally stopped jackhammering as the door to Adrian’s penthouse clicked shut behind me. I felt safe. Not even my own home would feel this secure, funny, isn’t it? I can’t sleep in my own bed without flinching at every sound these days, but here, in Adrian’s place, I feel safe, the Adrian who nearly got me killed.I stepped deeper inside, the silence wrapping around me like a thick blanket. The surroundings didn’t make me nervous this time; no eyes on me, no audience, no need to pretend. Just space and expensive tastes. I scanned the corners and ceilings for cameras, old instincts kicking in, then let myself explore.The first room I entered had all the charm of a hotel suite built by a hotel interior committee—neutral tones, uninspired decor, not a single sign of Adrian’s presence or anyone's presence, really. I shut the door and turned toward the master bedroom.That door opened, revealing a sweeping view of New York’s skyline. It's getting a little dark outside. T

Strange Feeling

AdrianI smirked, knowing the second she snapped out of the feeling she was in, things were going to flip. I’d probably look like shit in the next five minutes. Turning away, I grabbed my ramen, dropped it on the kitchen island. I focused on the ramen and started eating like her eyes weren’t burning holes through my skull.She moved slowly and deliberately.It made me nervous, and I don't feel nervous.She took the stool across from me. Her gaze was heavy, sharp, trying to figure out why I hadn’t made a move. Why I wasn’t already dragging her to my bed and ruining her for anyone else.God knows I wanted to. Every nerve in me screamed to pin her down, the tension in my cock proof enough. I wouldn’t stop until she forgot her own name and only remembered mine.“Not attractive anymore?” Her voice was soft, teasing, the kind of bait women toss when they’re fishing for control.“No.”Her brows lifted slightly, very questioning.“Then why?”“Because we need to talk.”“What could we possibl

Criminal Workaholic

SiennaImmediately I stepped foot inside the office, the entire room swarmed toward me, and tension instantly curled in my stomach.Part of me already knew why.Everyone wanted to know what happened to the director. What happened yesterday. How we escaped. What the Reverend did.The problem was that I had no idea where to even begin the story. More importantly, I did not know which parts to bury.As they crowded around me with overlapping questions, I ignored every single one of them and headed straight for the Head of Department’s office.I needed to know what really happened to the director.“Oh, you’re alive.” She practically jumped from her chair the second she saw me. “I was about to report you missing once it reached forty-eight hours. How the hell did the director end up in the hospital? I didn’t think things would get that bad. I thought both of you went there to apologize.”The words rushed out of her so quickly they nearly tangled together.“I don’t know. He left before I did

All Chapters of Twisted Obsession: The Mafia's obsession.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Unholy Terms

Whip and Judgment

Dream Life

Strange Feeling

Criminal Workaholic