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Chapter 4I arrived at his penthouse again, and the heavy door of the suite clicked shut behind us, locking me inside the huge space with Bill and Marcus, one of his rich friends. Marcus was tall and broad-shouldered. He had this aura about him; it was hot, almost irresistible. He wore a sharp suit tailored to show off the powerful physique beneath. He had long fingers, clean and blunt, and I saw them twitching at his sides as if already imagining the ways he’d use them on me.My pulse hammered in my throat, my breath shallow as I stood between the two men, my silk dress clinging to every curve, the fabric damp where my arousal had already begun to seep through. The dress rode high on my thighs, the slit parting just enough to tease the shadowed heat between my legs. I could feel their gazes on me, Bill’s possessive and Marcus’s obsessive, and it sent a shiver down my spine, my nipples tightening into aching peaks beneath the thin material.Marcus stepped closer, his polished shoes

Chapter 1I didn’t slow down as I approached the club’s entrance, my black stiletto heels clicking sharp and fast against the concrete. The bouncers were two hulking men in tailored suits. They both straightened at the sight of me, their expressions shifting from indifference to fear in an instant. They knew who I was. Everyone did.Alex was already there, leaning against the brick wall just beyond the rope line, his broad shoulders blocking half the LED light sign. His dark eyes locked onto mine the moment I stepped into the club filled with neon lights, his jaw clenched so tight that it looked like he might break it. He looked like he’d been waiting for me. Like he’d been hunting me…. but he was just my bodyguard after all, it was expected of him.I tilted my chin up, letting the cool night air brush against the exposed skin of my throat. The alcohol humming in my veins made me bold, reckless. “Why don’t you love me anymore, Alex?” I called over my shoulder, my voice cracked This

Chapter 3I step forward, my bare feet silent against the tile, my body humming with need. My fingers tremble as I reach for him, my palm brushing against the hot, smooth skin of his cock. The moment I wrap my hand around him, Alex groans, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through me. His hips jerk forward, just a fraction, as if he can’t help himself, as if he’s been starving for my touch.“Fuck, Lily” His voice is rough, strained, but I don’t let him finish.I rise onto my toes, crashing my lips against his in a kiss that’s all teeth and hunger. Alex responds instantly, his hands tangling in my damp hair, yanking me closer as his tongue forces its way into my mouth. He kisses me like he’s trying to devour me, like he’s been denied me for far too long, and now that he has me, he’s never letting go. His body presses against mine, the hard planes of his chest crushing my breasts, his cock trapped between us, throbbing against my stomach, a hot, insistent promise of what’s to come

Chapter 5Across the table, just a little too far to the left, Alex, my bodyguard, had finally arrived, all dark hair and sharp cheekbones, his broad shoulders barely contained by the tailored black suit. He was supposed to be professional, detached, but his gaze kept slipping…pfft.I knew he was watching. The way his throat worked when he swallowed, the way his fingers flexed against the back of the chair, he was fighting it, but losing.My father’s voice cut through the silent awkwardness. "Alex, sit. You’re making the room nervous."A muscle in Alex's jaw twitched before he obeyed, pulling out the chair directly across from me. The space between us felt charged, electric, like something was about to happen. I took a slow sip of water, letting my lips linger on the rim of the glass just a second too long, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed in response.Alex grinned at me, and I held my fork tighter. Seb’s lips parted, his blue eyes flickering between us before he leaned forward

Chapter 1My heels click against the cold marble floor, each step echoing in the wide, high-ceilinged studio. The walls are lined with canvases…. bodies in motion, flesh rendered in bold strokes of crimson and gold, limbs tangled in ecstasy. Some faces are blurred, others sharply defined, but all of them radiate the same raw, unfiltered desire. My pulse quickens as I take it in, my fingers tightening around the strap of my purse.Leonardo’s office is at the far end, the door slightly ajar. I hesitate for only a second before stepping inside, the soles of my black stilettos sinking slightly into the plush rug. He doesn’t look up from the leather-bound book in his hands, as his long fingers trace the book absently. He has sharp Italian features, high cheekbones, a jawline that could cut glass, and lips that look like they were properly moisturised.His dark hair is slightly tousled, as if he’s been running his hands through it, and the sleeves of his white button-down are rolled up t