Semua Bab HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Reid Thorne stormed past me and his guard like he was running away from his Angel of death.His face, always a stone mask was shattered with emotion. Rage. Panic. And something that looked a hell of a lot like heartbreak.I blinked. “Isn’t Elena his slave?”The words slipped out before I could stop them, low and skeptical.The woman near the wall, still fixing her blouse lifted her chin. “Today,” she said quietly, “we’ll find that out.”Then she turned, heels clicking, calm as ever, like she knew the entire script of what was happening.I stood there for a breath, mind racing. Something was wrong. Thorne acting that way for his enemy's doppelganger.And I hated how much I wanted to know what.“Shit,” I muttered, then pushed off the wall and sprinted after Thorne and his guard.The hallway was chaos, Vigil barking orders, fire alarms still screaming, the smell of smoke already cl

Raven Forty-one. Forty-two. Forty-three.Each push-up slammed my palms harder into the floor, sweat dripping down my spine, my mind locked in what I was doing.Then my phone buzzed.I froze amidst, cursed under my breath, and grabbed a towel to wipe my face before reaching for the phone.A single image lit the screen.Katherine, no, Zoey stood tall in the center, unflinching, and behind her… thousands of armed soldiers in sleek black gear, all positioned like a private militia straight out of hell.The caption beneath the image read: “Zoey has the full ability to destroy Thorne. With just a snap, she could summon her elite force. The Obsidian Sons. Thorne would beg for mercy.Why do you think she hasn’t done it yet? I’m sure you’re thinking what I’m thinking. Her feelings for Thorne are still intact. If he ever finds out about this pathetic weakness of hers, you’ll be next. And how sure are you that they haven’t already started conspiring behind your back?”Before I could blink, the

ElenaI burst into laughter. Maybe a little too loudly. Reid raised an eyebrow, confused by my reaction.“You... realized?” he asked, voice cautious, like he was afraid of confirming something I wasn’t ready to face.“There’s nothing to realize,” I snapped, forcing the amusement into my tone. “What are you trying to say? That I had a whole different life and then what, got hypnotized into becoming a lawyer? Wake up, Reid.”I tried to step past him, but he subtly shifted, blocking the hall just slightly, not enough to start a scene, just enough to irritate me.“If you ever remember anything,” he said, his voice low and unreadable, “I’ll always be available.”“Sorry, but I’m not whoever you think I am,” I said, sharper this time. “So drop it.”I walked away, pulse tapping against my throat, not sure if it was adrenaline or fear.Back in Thorne’s room, the rhythmic beep of the monitors anchored me to the present. He was sitting up a little now, pale but conscious. I placed his medication

Lucia His grip tightened in my hair as I moved faster, lips sliding along his dick, the taste of him thick and warm on my tongue. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound and I felt the way his thighs tensed, every muscle straining beneath my hands.“Don’t stop,” he said, voice rough and fraying at the edges.I didn’t.His release hit the back of my throat, hot and sudden, but I didn’t pull away. I took it all, swallowed every drop, lips still wrapped around him, tongue swirling gently as I milked the last of it. Everything felt slick, plump, slippery, but I didn’t flinch. I kissed the swollen head again, softly this time, almost reverently, before stroking him with my hand, slow and firm.He trembled.I kept going, sucking harder now, faster, letting my lips and hands work in rhythm. He gasped, nearly doubling forward, one hand gripping my shoulder for balance, the other still tangled in my hair.“Lucia... fuck—” he breathed out, nearly broken. “You're going to... damn it.... don’t st

ReidLucia's head rested on my chest, hair spilling across my skin, and I could feel every shallow breath she took. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of bedsheets and the soft sound of her lips parting when my finger dragged slowly over her nipple.I was staring at my phone, pretending to be focused, scanning messages I didn’t care about. But my left hand had a mind of its own. It circled, teased, tugged on her hard nipples.She let out a soft moan, one of those broken, breathy sounds that made my muscles tighten. Her legs shifted restlessly against mine, her body chasing what my hand was promising.She didn’t speak. Her body told me everything.I tossed the phone aside. It landed somewhere on the bed, forgotten.Lucia shifted, her head lifting slightly from my chest as if to look at me, but I didn’t let her. My palm slid up to her jaw, tilting her face so her lips hovered near mine."You want something again, angel?" I asked, voice low and lazy, like I had all night to