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5 Isla’s POV. I woke up sore, exhausted, and utterly satisfied. My body still hummed with the aftermath of last night, of Nathaniel taking me, claiming me, owning me in every way possible. But as I stretched beneath the silk sheets, I reminded myself that I wasn’t supposed to be this affected.I wasn’t supposed to crave him like this.The bedroom was empty. Nathaniel had already left, as usual, never one to linger in bed. That was fine. Better, even. It gave me time to pull myself together, to pretend last night hadn’t shaken me to my core.I slid out of bed, padding toward the bathroom. The mirror showed a woman who looked thoroughly wrecked—bruised lips, marks on her neck, the glow of someone who had been thoroughly fucked.I smirked to myself. If Nathaniel thought he had tamed me, he was in for a surprise.***By the time he came home that evening, I was ready.Dressed in nothing but a lace bra and matching panties, I lounged on the couch, flipping through a magazine like I wasn’

7Isla’s POVI hated how much I needed him.Nathaniel had taken over every inch of my mind, my body, my will. No matter how much I told myself I was still in control, that I could walk away if I wanted to, I knew I was lying.Because when he touched me, when he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, I melted. I burned. And I begged.Dinner at my father’s house should have been uneventful, just another evening filled with small talk and forced smiles. But something felt off the moment I walked through the door. My father’s eyes lingered on me longer than usual, scanning my face like he was searching for something hidden beneath the surface. His questions were casual on the surface, but the undercurrent of suspicion made my stomach twist.“Where have you been spending your time?” he asked as he poured himself a drink.I shrugged, keeping my tone light. “Just busy with things.”His gaze sharpened. “Seeing anyone?”The question sent a cold wave down my spine, b

Nathaniel’s POVKeeping us a secret was suffocating, but tonight, we were done hiding. No more stolen glances, no more pretending. The moment had arrived, and we were stepping into it together.She stood in front of me, her eyes fierce with determination. “Are you ready?” she asked, her voice steady despite the nerves flickering in her gaze.I reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “With you? Always.”Hand in hand, we stepped into the crowded event. The conversations around us faltered, eyes darting in our direction. Whispers rippled through the room, curiosity and judgment thick in the air. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the woman beside me and the life we were choosing together.Her father was there, standing near a group of colleagues, his drink frozen midway to his lips when he spotted us. His expression hardened, unreadable, but he made no move toward us. He looked like he needed a monstrous to understand the fact she and I were here together, no longer hiding our

Lena’s POVMy heart slammed against my ribs as I placed my hand in his. His fingers closed around mine, warm and unshakable, and just like that, I had made my choice. I wasn’t sure if I was brave or just stupidly reckless, but I couldn’t turn back now.He led me through the club, past scenes that blurred together—flashes of bare skin, low moans, the bite of leather on flesh. My pulse thrummed in my throat as he pushed open a heavy door and ushered me inside.The room was sleek and dark, lit only by the glow of recessed lights casting golden shadows over a massive bed and a deep leather chair. I swallowed hard.“What’s your name?” I asked, my eyes darting around nervously.“Lucian,” he answered, holding my gaze.“I’m Lena,” I offered even though he didn’t ask.“Take off your jacket,” he said, his voice smooth but firm.I hesitated, then obeyed, shrugging out of the oversized fabric and hugging my arms around myself. Lucian watched me for a beat before stepping closer, tilting my chin u

4Lena’s POV I barely made it through the next day.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his breath against my skin, his voice in my ear, his hands everywhere except where I wanted them most.I had never felt this way before. Not about a man. Not about anything.It wasn’t just the sex—because, technically, there hadn’t even been sex. It was the way Lucian had controlled me. The way he’d read me so easily, so thoroughly, like he already knew every filthy, desperate thought that had ever crossed my mind before I even thought them.And the worst part?He had left me wanting.I spent the whole day replaying last night, biting my lip through meetings, shifting in my chair at lunch, aching for something I didn’t have the words for.I should have been embarrassed. I should have told myself to get a grip.Instead, when the sun set, I found myself standing in front of that club again, my heart hammering.The bouncer barely glanced at me this time before letting me through, and the moment I ste