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Her heart hammered with a mix of fear and yearning as she fought to comprehend reality. Was she really doing this?She looked up at Knox, his smoldering gaze intently fixed on her. The burning intensity in his eyes kindled an unexpected spark of boldness within her.But was it truly bravery, or simply reckless abandon that pushed her trembling hands forward?She was curious.Why should Celeste get to explore every inch of her husband’s body while Vivienne remained in the dark.As if reading her thoughts, Knox’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. He stayed perfectly still as she reached for him, giving her complete control even as his presence dominated the room.Her fingers brushed against his belt buckle, tentative at first but growing more assured as she felt the heat of him through the fabric. When she finally unzipped his jeans, a heady mix of triumph and disbelief raced through her veins.Vivienne swallowed hard. There was no turning back. She slid her hand inside, and whe

Vivienne crept along the hallway, drawn by the sound of muffled giggles and the whispery shushes of children clearly up to something. She rounded the corner carefully, just in time to see two small heads duck behind a tall planter.She would’ve smiled, if the sight beyond them hadn’t utterly stolen her breath.There, in the middle of a sleek room lined with racks of fabric and half-finished costumes, stood Knox Maddox.Or rather, a version of him that might’ve stepped out of a billion-dollar fantasy film.He wore a skin-tight superhero suit, every seam stitched to perfection. Every muscle highlighted, hugged, and defined. The deep indigo fabric shimmered slightly under the overhead lights, catching the outline of his powerful shoulders, his carved back, the sculpted lines of his legs. A woman, slightly older, knelt between the backs of his thighs, her dark braid swinging as she worked with a mouthful of pins and a needle in hand.Knox winced again as the woman tugged the fabric tight

“Knox,” she said his name again, and he felt her breath spilling warm over his skin. “I need you.”The rawness of her words sent him over the edge, obliterated any last pretense of control. He freed himself from his remaining clothes in a flash, and then he was on top of her, surrounding her, feeling like wildfire as he slid into her.Vivienne cried out, and it lit him up from the inside. She was so tight, so hot and slick around him, that he almost lost it right there.He forced himself to still for a second, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, meeting his thrusts with such intensity that all he could do was let go.“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling her claw at his back as they moved together.Every thrust sent them spiraling higher, every breathless gasp fueling the desperate rhythm of their bodies. She was everywhere—around him, beneath him, inside his head—and Knox was only growing greedier by the second.“Good girl, Angel. You’ve transcended from a tender P

The night of the next 'party' arrived with little progress.Vince Carter had been out of the country all week. He’d texted her mid-flight, promising she could stop by to talk the moment he was back—about anything, anytime. But promises didn’t change reality. He wasn’t here now, and she still had to play the part.So she did.Another week as Weston Carter’s obedient wife. Another round of carefully curated lingerie. This time delivered to the house now that the boutique had her measurements on file. Another degrading inspection under the too-bright lights of his office, where he scrutinized every inch of her like he was shopping for a car. And of course, another appointment at the salon to be stripped bare and waxed smooth, every trace of hair erased in the name of ‘perfection’.This time, she’d noticed something new included in the set of clothes Wes sent. A silk dressing gown. She seized the opportunity, negotiating to pair it with a peephole bra and the same revealing panties from b

Knox didn’t speak. He didn’t have to.The weight of his stare was enough to silence the vulgar sounds nearby, pressing down like a thunderstorm about to break. Vivienne’s pulse thundered in her ears as Wes finally withdrew his hand, casually, as if he hadn’t just been caught with his fingers brushing the edge of something intimate.“Problem?” Wes asked smoothly, flashing a smug grin.“I said thirty minutes,” he said, voice low, measured — but beneath the calm was something far more lethal.And she could feel it.Every ounce of heat that had pulsed between them in private was now frozen in a tension so sharp it made her skin prickle. For a terrifying heartbeat, she didn’t know if he was angry with Wes… or her.“Take it easy, Maddox," Wes said with a smug curl of his lips. “Nothing was going to happen…unless you gave me a reason to think you weren’t showing up.”He leaned in, far too close to Vivienne, and reached over her, patting the cushion beside her with mock hospitality."Come on,