All Chapters of Ruthless Desires (18+) : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter 42 – The After

(Logan’s POV)Her laugh is low, breathy, and so damn wrecked it curls in my chest like a satisfied monster.We don’t move for a long minute. Her head’s buried against my neck, her pulse thumping like a hummingbird. My cock’s still inside her, softening, but the weight of us is too real to shake off.Then she shifts. Just a little. A sharp inhale and a hiss.“Jesus,” she mutters, “my thighs are trembling.”“Good,” I say, brushing damp hair from her cheek. “They should be.”She glares up at me — weak, flushed, furious. “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”I smirk. “Fucking ecstatic.”She pushes at my chest, but her arms are noodles and we both know it. I roll off her, dragging her with me, keeping her wrapped up and bare and ruined against my chest. Her skin is flushed, glowing. Her lips, bitten red. My marks are everywhere, and yeah — I feel a possessive growl stir again.“Stop looking at me like that,” she says, not even opening her eyes.“Like what?”“Like you’re about to pounce

Last Updated : 2025-12-01

Chapter 43 – Public Suspicion

Aria's POV I slam the glossy magazine down on the kitchen counter so hard my coffee splashes over the rim.Front page. A grainy shot of Logan leaving my mansion at dawn, shirt untucked, jacket slung over his shoulder, looking like sin itself.The headline screams: Wealthy Widow Seduces Toyboy.“Toyboy?” I mutter, venom in my voice. “He’s just ten years younger than me, for God’s sake.”My phone buzzes nonstop—texts, calls, emails. Everyone suddenly has an opinion about my personal life. My name trending, my reputation chewed and spat out by strangers who only know me as Luca’s widow. I want to crawl out of my own skin.I’m still glaring at the headline when I hear the low thud of heavy footsteps. Logan strolls into my kitchen like he owns the place, shirtless as usual, coffee mug already in his hand, hair still damp from his shower. He glances at the magazine and smirks, that slow, dangerous curl of his mouth that always makes my stomach flip.“Not a bad picture,” he drawls. “They cau

Last Updated : 2026-02-07

Chapter 44 — Aria’s Defiance

(Aria’s POV) “I’m not your girl, Elena.”My smile holds long enough for her to look away. As soon as she does, I reach for my bag, smooth down my dress, and rise from the table like I’m weightless. Like I haven’t just bled a little behind the ribs.Elena calls my name softly, but I don’t look back. I walk out of the restaurant, spine straight, heels tapping like gunshots against the marble.I don’t wait for the valet. I don’t need an audience. I slide into the back of the waiting car, pull the door shut, and let silence eat me whole.Outside, the city doesn’t notice. The world keeps spinning. Horns blare, people laugh on sidewalks, a couple kisses outside a café like they’ll never know grief.And me?I stare out the window with dry eyes and clenched fists.I should feel strong. I walked out like a woman with power. Told Elena off like I meant it.But strength is a lie I wear like red lipstick. It only lasts as long as no one smudges it.Inside, I'm unraveling.Every whisper from that

Last Updated : 2026-02-08

Chapter 45 — Private Breakdown

(Aria’s POV)“You’re so stupid,” I whisper. “He’s ruining everything. Your reputation. Luca’s memory.”But the words ring hollow. Because the ache between my legs isn’t anger. It’s longing.I drop my forehead to the cool marble. My breath fogs the polished stone. “Stop thinking about him. Stop wanting him.”Mirror-Aria smirks in my mind. Liar.I let out a shaky laugh, half sob, half self-loathing. “Liar,” I echo.My hands slide over my face, wiping tears I swore I wouldn’t shed. The tissue tears in my grip. Mascara dots the sink like tiny black bruises.“Get it together,” I tell myself again, softer now. “You’re Aria Moretti. You don’t break over a man.”But I’m already broken and deep down, a whisper: You’re not breaking over a man. You’re breaking over yourself.My throat tightens. I press my palms flat against the counter, eyes shut, trying to breathe.I don’t hear the door at first. Or the footsteps.But then the air shifts behind me, heavy, storm-dark, and I know it’s him.I don’

Last Updated : 2026-02-08

Chapter 46 — Suspicion Rises

(Logan’s POV)The first thing I hear when I walk into the west hallway of Aria’s mansion isn’t the sound of her soft footsteps or that sweet voice of hers humming like she always does when she thinks no one’s around.No. It’s Elena.Her voice is low. Too low. Tight with nerves, like she knows she’s doing something she shouldn’t. “…she’ll be at the club tonight… alone. Yes. I’ll make sure.”I freeze.My spine straightens. My jaw locks. Something cold coils in my gut, but it burns fast — turns to rage in seconds."The fuck did she just say?"I stay hidden behind the archway, still as stone. She doesn’t see me, doesn’t even glance up as she taps her screen and slips the phone into her designer purse like she didn’t just sell out her best friend.My girl.My Aria.And this bitch… she’s smiling. Like she just handed off a favor. Like it’s just business.That’s the thing about snakes — they always smile before they strike.My fists clench. I could storm in now. Grab her by her pretty little

Last Updated : 2026-02-09

Chapter 47 – Push and Pull

(Aria’s POV)“I can’t do this anymore, Logan.”The words come out ragged, a tremor sliding down my throat like glass shards. I don’t plan them, don’t rehearse them — they just explode out of me.He’s leaning against my dresser like he owns the room, arms crossed over his chest. Blood still stains his knuckles from whatever he did to Elena. The metallic scent lingers faintly, or maybe it’s my imagination, but either way it makes my stomach flip. Revulsion. Fear. And under it all, the traitorous dark pulse of something I hate myself for: want.“You’re too violent,” I snap, pacing in front of him, my bare feet cold on the hardwood. “This is insane. You’re insane. I can’t—”“You can’t what?” His voice is low, steady, deep enough to vibrate in my chest. It’s not loud, not a shout — it’s a leash curling around my throat.“I can’t keep letting you do this to me.” My voice cracks, heat rising behind my eyes. “My life is falling apart. Because of you. My reputation, my friends, my sanity—”“Yo

Last Updated : 2026-02-09

Chapter 48 — Collision

(Aria’s POV) “Too slow.” His grin is wicked. “Now you deal with what you started.”He lets go of my wrists only long enough to rip my shirt open — buttons scatter across the floor like tiny marbles — and the cool air hits my bare skin. My nipples tighten instantly. He palms my breasts, rough thumbs dragging across my nipples until my back arches off the bed.“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you hate me,” he mutters, biting at my collarbone. “All that fire, and still you melt.”His mouth trails down, sucking bruises into my skin, wet and biting at the same time, until he’s at my stomach. He drags his tongue low, slow, over the edge of my panties.“Still telling yourself you don’t want this?” he asks, his breath hot against my skin.“Logan…” It’s half a plea, half a warning.“Yeah, Baby Girl?” His fingers hook the waistband of my panties and drag them down my thighs, knuckles grazing my hips. “Still dripping.”He parts my legs with his shoulders, hands sliding under my thighs to hold them

Last Updated : 2026-02-10

Chapter 49 – The Aftermath

(Aria’s POV)That’s the push and pull, Baby Girl, he murmurs, kissing my shoulder. You push, I pull, and we burn the whole world down.I don’t answer. I just shiver and let him hold me, the taste of him still on my tongue and the echo of his voice still in my bones.My body is boneless beneath him, wrecked and stretched and trembling. My thighs are sticky, my throat raw from screaming his name, and I can still feel the aftershocks twitching in my belly.He shifts above me, not pulling out, just softening inside me like he has no intention of letting me go.“Breathe, Baby,” he murmurs, kissing the back of my neck. “You’re still shaking.”I try. But my chest is tight. My head’s spinning and I’m not sure if it’s afterglow… or panic.Because God help me—what the hell are we doing?“You didn’t have to be so rough,” I whisper, voice hoarse.He lifts his head, brushing my hair away to look at me. His expression is unreadable—somewhere between regret and pride.“You were spiraling,” he says.

Last Updated : 2026-02-10

Chapter 50 —The Return

(Aria’s POV)The knock comes just after midnight.I’m barefoot in the kitchen, pouring wine. The knock is soft—too soft to be Logan. It’s hesitant. Almost…hopeful.For a second, I think about ignoring it. Let them knock all damn night. But something pulls me toward the door anyway.When I open it, the hallway light spills out and frames her—Sophia—standing there like she never tore me in two.Her mascara’s smudged. She’s wearing one of those oversized sweaters that always slip off one shoulder like a calculated accident. No makeup except the remnants of what must’ve been a very long day. Or a long cry.She doesn’t speak at first. Just stands there on my doorstep, fingers twisted in her sleeve, eyes glassy.And for a heartbeat, I want to slam the door.But instead, I say, “You’ve got some fucking nerve.”Sophia exhales, her lips twitching with something almost like a laugh—but it’s broken. “I deserve that.”I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, rage bubbling just beneath my skin.

Last Updated : 2026-02-11

Chapter 51 — Rejection

(Logan’s POV)Her gasp is sharp when I jerk her head back. The perfume she’s wearing is expensive but too sweet, like it’s trying too hard.“Try again,” I growl, my fingers tight in her hair. “Tell me what you’re actually doing in my room at two in the morning.”She swallows hard, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she arches her back a little, lips parted like she’s trying to look wanton. “I’m not looking for love, Logan,” she says softly. “I’m not stupid.”My mouth curves in something that isn’t a smile. “Good start. Keep talking.”“I know what you and Aria have,” she breathes, eyes flicking over my chest. “But you’re young. She’s older. She can’t give you what you need, not really. You’ve got too much fire in you to waste it. And me…” Her tongue wets her bottom lip. “I don’t mind being a side girl. No drama. No fighting. Just… satisfaction. You’ll like it. I promise.”I bark out a low, humorless laugh. “Jesus Christ, Sophia. Do you rehearse this in the mirror, or do you wing i

Last Updated : 2026-02-11

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