All Chapters of Obey me, Dean (Erotica ): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Author’s POV: *5 hours earlier* Long before Leon’s furious arrival at Wolfe’s apartment, and mere moments after Carlos and Lancaster had solidified their reckless plan to steal the SIM card, a different kind of bomb was being primed to detonate. Unknown to each of them, their carefully laid scheme was about to be upstaged by a scandal of a much more..personal nature. Lancaster’s POV: The metallic taste of the plan was still fresh in my mouth, a dangerous but necessary tang after devising it with Carlos. A sliver of hope had cut through my relentless worry for Aria. If Carlos played his part carefully, there was a great possibility that we’d find Aria in no time. I reached for a cigarette, the flare of the match a brief, bright star in the dim room as I turned to the mess I’d made—business documents strewn across the floor from my earlier rage. Then my phone chimed. A text. From Selene. *Again.* For two weeks, my phone had been her personal sounding board. It sta

Author’s POV:“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Selene purred, the words a velvet trap laid over a bed of nails.Lancaster drew a sharp breath, his gaze involuntarily tracing the suggestive curve of her hip against the doorframe. He steeled himself, the muscle in his jaw tightening.“I don’t have time for your games, Selene,” he bit out, layering his voice with a sternness he didn’t feel. He moved past her, his shoulder brushing hers with deliberate force, pushing her back against the doorjamb as he strode into her house.“Whoa,” she laughed, a low, throaty sound as she steadied herself, the door still gaping open behind her. “Someone’s in a hurry.”“Just.. j-just.. stop okay?” The words were ground out, frustration etching lines on his face. He dragged a hand down his mouth, then made a sharp, cutting motion with it. “Enough with your nonsense. For God’s sake, we’re done. Don’t you get it?”“Done?” The laugh was lighter now, tinged with mockery as she finally pushed the door shut with

While Lancaster navigated his web of blackmail and violence.. A world away, Aria was slowly, dangerously, letting her guard down for Rand’s brother, Kade. All of it was a fragile illusion, built on the ignorant hope that Wolfe was a ghost of the past. What would she do when she found out Wolfe was still very much alive? Aria’s POV: It had been two days. Two days since Kade cornered me in his room. Two days since he unraveled me with those skilled, demanding hands. Two days since he’d claimed my panties as his trophy. My initial plan had been a simple, desperate retrieval mission. Get them back. But the how of it became an impossible puzzle. I couldn’t even have asked Rand to help me. Firstly, that would be a weird request and the Rand that I knew would want a backstory. Secondly, Rand had gone on a school trip for a few days leaving behind just I and Kade so I had no choice but to do this myself. But how does one casually ask, “Hey, about my lace underwear you confis

Aria’s POV: He didn’t turn around, but he stopped. His posture was a rigid silhouette against the doorway. “Yeah?” His voice was flat, a door slammed shut. He was just waiting to hear what I had to say so he could finally walk away and be done with me. I swallowed. Hard. The sound loud in the tense silence. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, trapped bird. What was I even supposed to say? A part of me wanted to apologize, to admit I was wrong and put this behind us. But apologizing felt like surrender. It felt like admitting that his touch, his sudden concern, had unraveled me, and that my defiance was just a thin shield against how he truly made me feel. Still, I had to say something. He didn’t get to be the one who yelled, apologized, and just walked away. He didn’t get to have the final word. Gritting my teeth against the blinding throb in my foot, I shoved myself up from the couch, biting back a whimper. I gripped the back of the sofa, using it as a cr

Aria’s POV: "Lie back," he instructed, his voice dropping into a low, unmistakable command. "And spread your legs for me." A flicker of confusion warred with the heat already pooling in my belly. The knife, the orange... it was a bizarre combination. But the raw intensity in his eyes and his promise not to hurt me made me compliant. I decided to trust him, to see where this would lead. Moving slowly, I eased back against the cushions. Using my hands, I parted my thighs, the fabric of my pants tightening and pressing against my core, inadvertently exposing my shaved lips through the strained material. Kade's lips curved into a smirk that promised delicious ruin.His gaze was a physical touch, dragging from the exposed apex of my thighs, up my body, to lock with my eyes, then back down again. A hot flush crept up my neck to my cheeks, and I bit my lip against the surge of pure, aching want. "I'm going to need you to relax," Kade murmured, his voice a gravelly growl as he s