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 Zella The red walls made it all Greek much more sensual. Silk scarves hung from hooks on the walls. I caught glimpses of a set of toys that made heat rush through my body. Isaiah's lips found the curve of my neck, and I shivered. “Do you like it, Princess?”  “I… yes,” I said breathlessly. My dress slid off my shoulders and dropped to the floor.  "Good, I've been craving to fuck you here, babygirl," his voice dropped to that dangerous tone that made heat pool low in my belly. "I want to take my time with every inch of you. Show you exactly how much you mean to me." He turned me to face him, his eyes dark with desire. "Tonight, you trust me completely. Can you do that?" I nodded, my throat tight with anticipation. "Words, Princess. I need to hear you say it." "I tru

 Zella I hated that Rafael Newman was back.The memory of his hands on me, his breath hot against my neck, the way he had cornered me in that alleyway all those months ago, it all came flooding back the moment I saw his face on the news. It was annoying that he was claiming to be a victim now, though, when he had practically harassed and blackmailed me back then.  I placed a protective hand on my stomach. Our baby girl was growing strong and healthy, and I refused to let Rafael Newman anywhere near us. "You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Sasha said from the couch across from me. We were in the living room, planning wedding details.  "I can't help it," I admitted. "He's all over the media.” "Isaiah should have killed him," Sasha said flatly. "That would have saved everyone a lot of trouble." “

 Third Person POV The prison cell was surprisingly comfortable.  Gloria Martinez had made sure of that. The space was more like a small studio apartment than a cell. It had actual furniture, decent lighting, a shelf of books, and enough privacy that Gabriel could visit without the usual prison protocol. Gabriel sat on his sister's bed, painting her nails carefully.  "I hate it here," Gloria whined. "The food is disgusting, the guards are incompetent, and I'm tired. When do I get out of here, Gabriel?" "I know, Hermana." Gabriel's voice was soothing, the same tone he used to calm her tantrums since they were children. "Just a little longer." "You keep saying that." She pulled her hand back slightly, making Gabriel pause painting her nails. "It's been months, Gabe." "And it will be worth it." He recaptured her hand ge

 Isaiah I didn't need to be told twice. My hands found the zipper of her dress, sliding it down slowly while my mouth explored her neck. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her underwear.  "Mhmm," I murmured. "So fucking beautiful." I lifted her onto the cushioned bench in the room, kneeling between her legs. She gasped as I kissed my way up her inner thigh, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Isaiah, someone could…" "No one's coming in here." I looked up at her, holding her gaze. "And even if they tried, that door is locked. Right now, it's just you and me." I showed her exactly what I meant, using my mouth to drive her to the edge and beyond. She tried to stay quiet, biting her lip to muffle her moans as I ate her pussy like a starved man, but when she came apart, my name escaped in a breathless cry.

 Isaiah "Checkmate, Hernandez"  Gabriel stared at the woman who wasn't Zella, blood still pouring from his broken nose. His eyes darted from her to Patricia's body on the floor, to the windows where Nico had shot her through and finally back to me. "What…how?" He couldn't seem to form a complete sentence. I wouldn't be able to form one, too, if my perfect clever plan got ruined in a flash.  "You really thought I wouldn't know?" I asked. "How do you think you could plant people in my organization, manipulate my family, orchestrate attacks for months, and I wouldn't eventually connect the dots?" "This is impossible." Gabriel's hand tightened on his gun. "My plan was perfect. Every detail-” "Every detail was fed to me two weeks ago." I took a step forward, and he immediately pressed the gun against the decoy's head. She whimpe