Semua Bab Shared Desires: Bab 31 - Bab 40

John cooks for me.And it should be something silly, simple, ordinary.But it’s not.Not when he does it shirtless, with that crooked smile and the smell of garlic and rosemary floating in the air like a spell meant to bind me.He’s so focused, chopping onions, he doesn’t even notice how I watch him.How my eyes trace him with that unbearable mix of tenderness and guilt.His hair is messy, like he didn’t bother to fix it.Like he feels at home with me.Like he believes I’m his safe place.And I don’t know how to hold his gaze without something cracking inside me.“Did you know risotto needs constant attention?” he says suddenly, turning around with a wooden spoon in hand. “Like you. If I stop watching for a second, you slip away.”He smiles. He says it like a joke.But it cuts through me like a fresh wound.“So, should you be stirring me too?” I try to laugh, to play, to hide everything I’m not saying.“Don’t tempt me,” he replies with a wink, flicking a wet napkin at me. “If I ruin t

I tell myself this is the last time.The last look.The last meeting.The last lie.But the second I see him, I know:There’s no “last time” with Damon.He’s leaning against the back wall of the building, in that dark corner between emergency exits and the distant roar of the city. His eyes catch me the moment I turn the corner.He already knew I’d come.He was waiting.He doesn’t say a word. Just pushes off the wall and walks toward me like a predator who’s already tasted weakness.Like I called him with my thoughts.And maybe I did.“You look tired,” he says, with a half-smile that’s not kind—just hungry.“I’m fine.”“No, you’re not.”I don’t want to argue. I don’t want to talk. I should walk away.But he steps closer—so close I feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of him trapped between his shirt and skin, that dark blend of danger and man.And then, he traps me.It’s not violent.It’s perfect.His hand lands on the wall beside my face, and his body leans in just enough

My fingers tremble as I write to him.Just one message:“I need to see you. Tonight. At my place.”I could call him. I could pretend nothing’s wrong. I could keep kissing John with the mouth that screamed someone else’s name last night.But I can’t anymore.I’m falling apart inside.And if I keep hiding it, I’ll drag him down with me.John arrives on time. He always does.White shirt, jacket slung over his arm, that scent of wood and almond I like so much. But this time, when he sees me, his smile hesitates. He looks at me like he already knows something’s wrong."Are you okay?" he asks.I close the door.I nod, even though I’m not.I walk to the kitchen like I could hide among the cups, in the words I still don’t know how to say."Want something? Tea, wine, or... I don’t know, a strong sedative?"John frowns. Follows me. Stops a few steps away—close enough to feel his heat, far enough that touching him now scares me."What’s going on?"I swallow.Force myself to meet his gaze.Becaus

There’s no going back.Not after what I said.Not after that silence where my words hung in the air like a sentence, like a fire no one tried to put out. “Then leave… unless you can share me.”It still burns on my tongue. My legs still tremble.And they… didn’t leave.Damon crossed his arms with that smile of his that always blends arrogance with raw desire, the one that makes me feel guilty and wanted at the same time. John, on the other hand, looked down for a few seconds, swallowed hard, chewing on jealousy, rage, sadness. Then he raised his eyes to me. And in his voice—broken and defiant—he said the unexpected:“I won’t give up. I’m going to make you choose me.”Damon laughed, that kind of laugh that ends in threat.“Try me, Blackwood.”And that’s how it began. The madness. The test. This game I don’t know how long can last before someone—or all of us—ends up burning.They both agreed to stay. But they set conditions.Not clear rules. Not a formal agreement.This isn’t an open rel

The sun doesn’t dare to fully enter. It merely grazes the edges of the curtains, as if it too knows that what happened last night won’t simply vanish with the light. I wake up with my senses before I open my eyes. I feel them. Both of them.John, breathing deeply, like he’s trying to hold something inside that’s burning him alive. And Demon, still lying beside me, motionless, his hand resting on my hip, claiming what was his last night—what still is this morning.No words. Just that thick tension, that pause where everything is about to shatter or start all over again.I sit up, not bothering to cover myself. I’m naked, hair tangled, skin marked by kisses and bites. I feel beautiful like this—brutal and raw. My body aches, but it’s that sweet ache, the kind desire leaves when it’s been wild.“Coffee?” I ask, more to break the silence than out of need.John nods, eyes lowered, as if looking at me again might be dangerous. Demon just smiles. That smile that says nothing and knows everyt