All Chapters of DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Darla's POVHe said nothing as he set his keys down on the counter and turned to me. The blaze in his eyes made me shiver. That same force of attraction that always seemed to draw me to him was as potent as it ever was. I could feel it in my chest, a burning that wasn't physical—it was emotional, insistent, demanding."Sit," he said softly, gesturing toward the couch.I collapsed onto my hands, twisting them around my lap as I tried to steady myself. But Xavier didn't let me. He inched closer, and the silence between us thickened with each step. I could feel the heat of his presence, the deliberate chill of his body pressing against mine."Darla…" His voice was low, gravelly, and it sent a shiver right through me. "I've wanted this. I've wanted you."I swallowed again, my mouth parched. My body moved before my mind caught up, leaning toward him as if drawn by gravity. "I… I want this too," I admitted, barely above a whisper.His hand brushed against mine, lightly first, just to test,

Darla's POVAs soon as I woke up, it was the heat beside me that roused me wide awake. Xavier was there, his body a comforting heavy, his arm slung over my hip like he had marked out part of me as his when he slept.I couldn't stop the shiver that ran along my spine, the manner in which my body remembered the heat before, the manner in which my heart pounded faster merely by being alongside him.I edged a bit closer, letting out a soft breath, and he shifted, his mouth catching mine briefly in a drowsy, teasing kiss. I laughed softly, though it was half moan, half laugh, and he edged closer, his head against me. "You're awake," he breathed, his voice low and raspy, full of all the warmth and menace I'd become used to from him."I couldn't sleep," I admitted, my hand extended to his, tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck. "And… you weren't helping me sleep either."He smiled, that gentle, deadly laugh that always left me gasping. "I'm not here to make it easy," he whispered, h

Pristine's POVI finally released Richard, hesitantly, though my skin still tingled from the warmth of his kiss.His lips brushed against my forehead again, gently and lingering, before he flashed me that devilish grin. "Go on… you have somewhere to be," he uttered, though the voice informed me he didn't want me to leave.I breathed deeply and nodded, wrestling myself back away. The shower was a necessary reboot, scrubbing away the sweat and the tension between us that lingered. The water was hot, enveloping, and somehow soothing, allowing me to think clearly for the first time since Sam's call.Once I was done, I towel-dried and put on something subdued but professional—something that would proclaim I wasn't here to mess around, that I was in charge.The leather jacket over a pressed blouse and slacks provided me with composure, though part of me was still buzzing from my morning with Richard.Sliding into the driver's seat of my own vehicle, I read over Sam's text again. The addres

Melanie's POVHe leaned in closer, his mouth finding my lips in a tentative kiss initially. I reacted instinctively, my hands tracing over his chest, feeling the corded line of his muscles under the fabric. The kiss became more intense, urgent, hungry, and I couldn't help but moan softly as he pinned me against him."I've needed this," he whispered against my mouth, the words thrumming against me. "Needed you, all of you."I moved closer, opening myself more, letting my hands slide lower. My heart was racing, every nerve wanting more. His fingers crept beneath my dress, cupping the curve of my thighs, and I felt the jolt of his touch ignite a fire deep inside of me."Sam…" I gasped, my lips separating from his for a moment, hungry for air and him.He grinned against my skin, a wicked, knowing smile of his lips. "Shh… we're just starting."Before I could say it, his hands were guiding me toward the bed. Slow, deliberate, every step my body moved as if under orders.The pressure excited

Darla's POVI wasn't about to lose any time. "Of course I do." I tried a feeble smile, then added, "But I'll need to go home first. Shower, put some clothes on, look presentable."Xavier raised his head to one side, regarding me as if I'd just said something absurd. "Go home?" His eyebrows rose another level, his tone full of skepticism. "Why?"I gazed at him, surprised at his answer. "Because I don't have my things here," I clarified. "Clothes, shoes, makeup… everything I require."He shook his head slowly, his lips curling in that infuriating way that told me he already had a plan forming. “You don’t have to go anywhere.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked me dead in the eye. “You’ll stay right here.”I glared, not certain if I should laugh at him or punch him. "Wait here? How am I just going to walk into a meeting in. this?" I gestured to the silk robe I'd wrapped around myself after breakfast. It clung in all the wrong places, and even though Xavier's