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She reached up, caught him by the tie, and gave it a slow, deliberate tug. Her other hand slid to the back of his neck. Then, with an audacity that caught even him off guard, she leaned in and licked the side of his face, slow, deliberate, almost taunting. “You just unlocked a new part of me,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “And I’m very thankful for it. You are a dangerous man, Killian Black…” She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “…and so am I. And I know you know it.” His hands, resting loosely at his sides, curled into fists. “I’m not leaving you,” she went on, her voice fierce now. “Say whatever you want, but it’s my turn to tell you—you’re mine. And there’s no turning back. After all…” Her lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “…you’ve already seen my pussy.” Her words hung in the air like smoke. Before he could answer, she closed the final inches between them and kissed him, hard. It wasn’t a soft, testing kiss. It was claiming. Fierce. H

A picture of Calla. Not just any picture, she was sprawled across his bed, wearing the most tempting black lingerie he had ever seen. The lace hugged her body like it was made for her alone, sheer in some places, leaving just enough to the imagination, but not much. The straps curved across her shoulders, dipping down to reveal her cleavage in a way that made his throat tighten. Black silk stockings climbed up her legs, clipped neatly to a garter belt that wrapped her waist like a crown. And beneath the picture was a message: Is this sexy enough for you? Killian’s lips parted. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he licked them slowly, savoring the image. His pulse quickened. “Mateo,” he barked into the phone. “It’s time to go home.” “Yes, boss.” He didn’t wait for more. The car ride was a blur. All he could think of was Calla—his Calla—taunting him with that message. He wanted to punish her for driving him crazy. He wanted to reward her for being bold. He wanted everythi

Calla smiled shyly. Killian cleared his throat, clearly trying to compose himself. “Calla, you should remember him. This is the lawyer.” “Oh! That’s why you looked so familiar.” Calla extended her hand. “Nice to meet you again.” The lawyer bowed slightly as he shook her hand. Calla bowed back. Then he bowed again. She, a little confused, bowed again. Killian chuckled. “C’mon. Aren’t you my woman? You should get used to people bowing to you.” “But—” Calla started, then sighed, nodding. “Alright. Point taken.” Killian slipped his hand into hers. “The lawyer’s here because he’s joining you on the trip. He’ll handle the smooth transfer of shares from our first target, Mr. Mascot. The tech team is already at the airport waiting. Neva and five guards will also accompany you. And before you say it—you can’t refuse that.” Calla opened her mouth. “I never knew the trip was this soon! I don’t have a passport. The one I had is probably expired, and it’s still at Damien’s place. Whi

The next morning, a knock woke her. “Breakfast delivery!” someone called. Calla dragged herself up, freshened quickly, and just she accepted the breakfast, before going to do her early morning necessaries. she was already eating breakfast when Pierre barged into her suite. “Darling!” he sang. “It’s bikini selection day, and I am not letting you go out there looking smug We need something hot, something bold, something scandalous.” “Pierre…” Calla groaned, blushing already. He wagged a finger. “No excuses. Send him something he’ll never forget. Now, let’s see…” He dug into her suitcase, pulling out options. “This one, too modest. This one, too sweet. Ah! This one, dangerous and cute. Perfect.” “Pierre!” “Yes, Calla?” he batted his eyelashes. “You love interrupting my breakfast time.” “Because I have to make you look more delicious than any breakfast.” She laughed despite herself. “You’re ridiculous.” “And you love me for it. Now, put this one on. Chop chop.” S

The girl had agreed to come Vincenzo's suite . When they reached the room, Vincenzo took her hand and pulled her inside. The girl gasped at the opulent space, spinning around with a giggle. “Wow," she said in her Columbia accent , "you’re loaded, huh? staying in this kind of suite.” Vincenzo shrugged, closing the door behind them. “I do alright.” The girl bit her lip, sauntering toward him. “So, what do you want me to do first, Mr. Loaded?” Vincenzo smirked, letting his gaze roam over her body. She wasn’t as elegant as Calla, but she had a raw sensuality that called to him. Reaching out, he traced a finger along her jawline. “For starters, you can call me Vince.” The girl’s eyes sparkled. “Vince,” she purred, “I like the way that sounds.” He chuckled low, pulling her closer. “Good. Because we’re going to be very close for the next few hours.” As his hands moved over her, exploring her curves, his mind drifted to Calla. The girl moaned softly, pressing against him. “You like t