บททั้งหมดของ Lust Under Lies. she want more : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Rain had stopped, but the morning was still damp, leaving a faint mist clinging to the edges of the estate. The first light of dawn slipped slowly through the kitchen window, soft and golden, casting a tender glow across the polished counters and worn floorboards. Nickey stirred in his room, the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting upward through the stairs, wrapping around him like a gentle lure. He paused for a moment, inhaling deeply, letting the aroma guide him down the steps. Every creak of the stairs beneath his feet made him flinch slightly, aware of the house’s subtle groans and the quiet secrets it seemed to hold.When he reached the kitchen, Trina was already there. The lavender nightgown clung to her curves, almost whispering against her skin as she stretched. A soft sigh escaped her lips, delicate and musical, brushing against Nickey’s ears and sending a warm ache spiraling deep within him. Her dark hair fell in silky waves over one shoulder, framing a face he coul

The evening draped itself over the estate like a velvet curtain, the sky deepening from soft lavender to a bruised, inky purple. Lanterns flickered along the garden paths, casting trembling shadows that danced across rows of rose bushes. Their petals—red, pink, and the occasional rare white bloom—glowed faintly under the last light of the day. Stone statues, weathered and moss-covered, stood as silent witnesses to the drama unfolding in the fading light. The air was rich with the scent of earth, damp roses, and something faintly metallic, a lingering tang that made Nickey’s pulse tighten.Nickey’s eyes were fixed on Trina. She moved among the blooms with slow, deliberate care, a pair of pruning shears in her delicate hands. The black lace of her dress clung to her figure, the fabric swaying with each subtle shift of her hips. Her hum, low and melodic, drifted through the garden like a siren’s song. Each note threaded into Nickey’s chest, stirring a mix of desire and the sharp edge of

The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains of Nickey’s room, casting a golden wash across the bed as he woke to the faint chorus of birds outside. His mind lingered on the memory of Trina’s humming from the night before—a haunting melody that wrapped around him like silk, refusing to let go. Even now, the tune clung to him, threading through his thoughts like a chain he wasn’t sure he wanted to break.He sat up slowly, the sheets sliding from his bare chest. On the nightstand, the ledger lay half-open, its ink-stained secrets whispering temptation. The knowledge it contained weighed heavily on him, a constant reminder of why he was here and the revenge that still smoldered inside him. Yet it was her voice, her laugh, her eyes that clouded that fire, making his mission tremble under the weight of something dangerously human.Downstairs, the scent of fresh tea drifted upward, earthy and warm, pulling him from the room. His footsteps creaked lightly on the polished wood

The first light of dawn seeped through the tall windows of Eagles House, brushing gold across the furniture and dust motes. Nickey lay awake in his room, staring at the ceiling, mind replaying the night’s events like a relentless storm. The memory of Trina’s violet dress, her fingers against his arm, the warmth of her lips, all of it pressed against him with the weight of both desire and guilt.He shifted, trying to escape the images, but they clung to him like shadows. Michael’s footsteps still echoed in his mind, sharp and accusatory. It was a thin line they had danced upon, and one misstep now could ignite everything.A soft knock at the door made him start.“Nickey?” Trina’s voice, low and cautious, slid through the wood.“I’m here,” he called, sitting upright.She entered, her hair tumbling over her shoulders like a dark waterfall, eyes sharp but softened with a trace of mischief. “Morning,” she whispered. Her smile was delicate, but the tension in her posture betrayed the same f

The office felt like a cage. Nickey sat at his desk, the evidence folder hidden in his briefcase beneath the chair. Every time someone walked past, his heart jumped. The photographs, the ledgers, the proof of Michael's crimes—all of it was right there, waiting to explode.His phone buzzed. Unknown number.Tonight. Garden house. Midnight. -TNickey stared at the message. Meeting Trina now was insane. Michael was already suspicious. Catherine and Helena were watching. One wrong move and everything would fall apart.He typed back: Too risky.Her reply came fast: We need to talk. About what happens next.He deleted both messages and pocketed his phone.Across the office, Draven called him over. "Michael wants you on the expansion project. Big opportunity.""Thanks," Nickey said, forcing himself to focus.But his mind was spinning. Michael was giving him more responsibility while suspecting him of betrayal. Was it a test? A trap?At lunch, Michael appeared beside him in the cafeteria. "Walk