Lahat ng Kabanata ng Deep Inside: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Declan Larsen: 42, brooding ex-military, now owns a private security firm. He’s rugged, quiet, but deeply protective. Has been best friends with Kiara’s father since their 20s.Kiara Sky: 24, confident, artistic, recently returned from studying abroad. She’s matured into her own woman and notices the way Declan looks at her differently now.Kiara's POVThe screen door creaked open behind me, and I didn’t need to look to know it was him.Declan Larsen had a way of moving through space like he belonged there—quiet but unmistakable. Even as a little girl, I could feel his presence enter a room before he ever said a word. And now…Now, he looked at me like I wasn’t a little girl anymore.“You’re up early,” he said behind me, voice rough like it had just been dragged through gravel.I turned from the porch railing, my mug of coffee still warm in my hand. His hair was damp, he must’ve just come in from his morning run. The gray t-shirt clung to his chest, soaked with sweat in a way that high

Trigger Warnings: Power imbalance, explicit tension, sensual themes....Ruth Powa hadn’t planned to sell her body that night—just her time.She wasn’t naïve. When you signed up to work events like these private fundraisers for the ultra-rich on rooftop hotels with champagne waterfalls and jazz that sounded like silk sheets being tugged, you knew you weren’t being paid just for your serving skills.Still, she told herself she wasn’t like the others.Until he walked in.Jason Gifford. The billionaire. The one with a reputation for being as ruthless in boardrooms as he was silent in bed.Tall, clean-shaven with a perpetual shadow of stubble that looked too deliberate to be accidental. He wore a three-piece black suit, matte black tie, and shoes that probably cost more than her entire tuition. His eyes swept the room like he owned every inch of oxygen and maybe he did.She tried not to look. She failed. He saw her. Of course he did.Ruth kept her back straight, tray balanced in her hands

Ruth wasn’t used to waking up feeling safe.But in Jason’s bed, wrapped in his scent, cedar and skin and something undeniably male, she felt like the world couldn’t reach her for a few precious hours. His arm was thrown lazily over her waist, anchoring her in place. She didn’t move.Because outside this bed, the lines between fantasy and reality would reappear. She’d be the girl with overdue rent, a sick mother, and a résumé no one wanted to read. And he’d be the billionaire with an empire, the kind of man who could buy time and erase consequences.And yet… here they were. Naked. Tangled. Real.“You’re awake,” Jason’s voice rasped behind her, his lips brushing her shoulder. He was always rougher in the mornings, his voice deeper, his touch heavier. She liked that version of him.“I was trying not to move,” Ruth murmured, eyes still closed. “Didn’t want to break the spell.”Jason chuckled, his hand sliding down her waist, fingers teasing the curve of her hip. “If this is a spell, I d

Characters: Janiya Huth & Kelvin DawsonContent Warning: Explicit sexual content, power imbalance, adult themes (18+ Only. Reader discretion advised.)...The city lights flickered behind the penthouse windows, casting long gold streaks across the floor where her heels had dropped like whispers.Janiya Huth stood still in Kelvin Dawson’s suite, breath shallow. Her clutch had slipped from her fingers an hour ago, somewhere between the elevator ride and the moment she’d kissed him.She hadn’t meant to end up here. She wasn’t one to be careless. But nothing about tonight had felt like the rest of her life, those polished charity galas and hollow engagements arranged by her father’s advisors. Kelvin had been the opposite of hollow. He had moved like a slow-burn, all gravity and grit, with a voice that felt like velvet dragged over heat.And when she’d run into him in that back hallway, him, with the rolled-up sleeves and loosened tie, looking up from a cigarette he hadn’t even lit—she’d

The penthouse was darker this time. Only a floor lamp glowed in the corner, casting warm amber shadows along the brick walls and across the sheets she remembered so vividly.Kelvin leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, jaw shadowed with stubble, wearing nothing but sweatpants slung low on his hips.The tension crackled between them.Janiya entered without saying a word. Her heels clicked across the wood. Her dress clung to her thighs like it had been tailored for his hands to peel away.He watched her, but didn’t move.“You came,” he finally said, voice low.“You told me to bring something that zipped,” she replied.His gaze dropped to her back where the zipper teased between her shoulder blades. “Did you?”She turned slowly, catching his eyes with hers. “Unzipped the moment I got in the elevator.”Kelvin was across the room in two strides.His mouth found hers with a hunger sharpened by hours of absence. He lifted her, hands gripping her thighs as she wrapped them around