All Chapters of Ruthless Desires (18+) : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aria’s POV After Bianca’s poison and the storm she left behind, I bury myself in work. Meetings. Contracts. Numbers. The only language that makes sense. Tonight is no different—another business dinner, another investor with too much charm and too much wine in his veins.The restaurant hums with low music and clinking glasses. Warm light pools over white tablecloths. Across from me, Ethan Pierce leans back in his chair, tie loosened, smile too practiced to be innocent.The contract lies signed between us, neat black ink binding Ethan’s name to mine. Deal done, champagne-worthy, and I should be moving on to the next appointment. But Ethan’s smile lingers, too smooth, too eager, and I already know where this is going.“You make negotiations dangerous, Aria,” he says, leaning forward, forearms resting on the table. “Smart, ruthless… beautiful. Intimidating, but in the best way.”I swirl my wine, lips curving faintly. Here it comes. “If men in your position aren’t a little intimidated, I’

(Aria’s POV)The screen of my phone lights up on my desk, bright against the polished wood. Another unknown number.I shouldn’t look. I know better. But my thumb betrays me.Unknown Number:You’ll pay for what you stole.My stomach knots instantly, sharp and ugly. A warning shot, straight to the gut.The phone buzzes again before I can even breathe.Unknown Number:Your money won’t shield you. We’re watching.My throat dries. Whoever it is, they know exactly where to strike. My wealth. My reputation. The armor I wear so no one sees the cracks.“Everything okay?” My assistant peeks her head in, cheerful, oblivious.I lift my chin, forcing a smile that feels like glass cracking. “Fine. Just spam.”It isn’t spam. Spam doesn’t make your pulse gallop. Spam doesn’t make you feel like icy fingers are dragging down your spine.I flip the phone face-down, sliding it under a stack of files with fingers that refuse to steady. My heart thumps like it wants to give me away.Don’t let anyone see. D

(Logan’s POV)The city looks calm on the surface, but I know better. There’s always a predator lurking. And right now, one’s circling her.I’ve been watching the black SUV for three fucking days. Same car, same pattern. Always appears when Aria leaves her penthouse or the office. Always just far enough back to look casual, but never far enough to disappear.She hasn’t said a word about it. Too proud. Too used to fighting her own battles. But I see the flicker in her eyes when she glances at her rearview, the way her hands clench tighter around her purse when she steps out of her driver’s car. She knows she’s being watched. She just doesn’t want to admit she’s afraid.That’s fine. I’ll admit it for her.Tonight, the SUV pulls out behind us as soon as we leave her office. Amateur move. If you’re going to stalk my woman, at least have the brains to switch up your car.Aria’s car takes a left at the roundabout, her driver keeping steady. I let them get some distance, then cut across traff

(Aria’s POV) His words still hang in the air, low and lethal, brushing against my skin like a brand. No one touches you but me. I should shove him out. Slam the door in his face. Call security. Instead, I’m leaning back against the wall with his body caging mine, his bloodied chest rising and falling inches from my own, the heat of him soaking into me like fire through silk. “Logan,” I whisper, my voice betraying me with its tremor. “You can’t stay here. You can’t keep showing up like this.” He smirks, eyes dark with hunger. “Sweetheart, you think I’m leaving because you told me to? Cute.” “You’re crazy.” I shove lightly at his chest. His muscles are solid, unmovable. My palms come back smeared faintly with dried blood, and the sight makes my stomach twist. “You terrify me.” “Good.” His mouth dips to my ear, voice filthy silk. “Maybe fear will keep you from letting any other man close. You’re not built for them, Aria. You’re built for me.” “God, you’re arrogant.” I try

Aria’s POVHe slides down the bed, spreading my thighs wide. His eyes lock on my pussy like it’s a feast laid out just for him. “Fuck. Look at this. Ten years starving, huh? You’re about to find out what it feels like to be ruined.”“Don’t you da—”His mouth closes over me, tongue dragging slow and thick up my slit, and I choke on my own words. He devours me like he’s been waiting forever, tongue flicking my clit, lips sucking hard until I cry out, bucking against his face.“Logan—”He groans into me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. His fingers rejoin the game, thrusting deep while his mouth works me mercilessly. I fist his hair, grinding shamelessly, riding his tongue like a desperate woman.“You taste like heaven and sin,” he growls against me before diving back in. “Fuck, I could live here.”I’m trembling, breaking apart, my orgasm slamming into me hard, ripping a scream from my throat. I shake, breathless, but he doesn’t stop. He licks me through it, relentless, u