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Completely his

His fingers pressed into me, each movement unhurried, relentless, as though he was savoring every tremor that shook my body.My chest tightened, and I bit down on my lip, trying to stay silent, trying to hold back the sound that clawed at my throat as his fingers moved with slow, torturous intent. He flicked and rubbed my clit as he kissed my neck. Each touch was like fire, sending shivers across my skin, building something inside me that was both unbearable and irresistible.“Don’t let them hear you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, his voice thick with control, darkly amused.My breath hitched, a choked sound escaping as his hand moved in a rhythm that left me weak, every movement pushing me closer to an edge I’d never known existed. I could feel his smirk against my skin, the smug confidence in the way his fingers coaxed reactions from me, the way my body surrendered to his touch. I was sopping wet.My heart raced, and for a moment, all I could feel was

My wake

RHYSThe dining room was quiet, the kind of silence that only existed after the kind of heavy mourning had drained a room of every ounce of life. It wasn’t completely still though, ice clinked in glasses, hushed conversations floated over the low hum of the air conditioning, and the scent of expensive scotch and cigars mixed with the faint, lingering perfume of the women.I leaned against the far wall, my eyes landing on Alex. She sat with her father, Connor, her frame small in the chair beside him. She wasn’t crying, wasn’t even speaking, but there was something about the way her hands fidgeted in her lap that caught my attention.She’d been avoiding me, or more specifically, my brothers. I didn’t blame her. After what had happened with Reed, anyone with half a brain would steer clear. But she wasn’t avoiding us because she was smart. No, there was something else there, something simmering just beneath her surface.The room was filled with faces I barely recognized: old colleagues of

Worst part

Alex’s POVThe last of the family members had finally retired to bed, their muted goodbyes fading into the hall as the heavy doors clicked shut behind them. Mrs Gunner had been the last to leave. Before leaving, she gave a small smile towards Father, "Welcome home."Father nodded.Emma, Beth, and their families had left. The Alcatraz brothers were nowhere in sight. As everyone else left, Father asked that we, his family, remain for a short chat.I stood awkwardly by the mantle, trying to keep my breathing even while my father sat in his chair, his fingers steepled like he was solving a puzzle no one else in the room could see.My mother hovered nearby, her hand fluttering over his shoulder, her excitement barely contained.“We’re rich!” she squealed suddenly, breaking the heavy silence. She threw her arms in the air like a child who’d just won the lottery. “Do you hear me? We’re rich!”I flinched at her enthusiasm, which felt so jarring after the somber mood of the evening. Before I c

A mess

Alex’s POVOn the expansive dining table, I sat beside Nicky, my little brother, who was happily shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth like nothing monumental had happened in the past 24 hours. My mother sat to my right, while my father sat across from us in his crisp dark suit. Mrs. Gunner sat at the head of the table, her posture regal, her presence commanding. “Connor,” she said, breaking the silence. Her tone was smooth, conversational, but there was an edge of curiosity in her voice. “Have you created a plan? What’s it like for you? Have you... come to terms with everything?”My father set his fork down, dabbing his mouth with a napkin before answering. “Yes, I have,” he replied evenly. “Today, I’ll head into the office to get a better understanding of how things are run. It’s important I start off on the right foot.”He was already dressed in his suit, dark navy with a subtle pinstripe. The way he carried himself was different now—calm, confident, as though the weight of the

Shaky legs

Alex’s POVThe somber lull eased around as Nicky and I walked side by side. He chattered about how cool it was that Rhett painted the colorful horse picture in the dining room. I could barely focus on what he was saying, though. My thoughts swirled, torn between curiosity about Rhett and the tension from breakfast.When I stopped a maid to ask about the painting room, she smiled kindly and led us to a set of double doors with a large, antique keyhole. She unlocked it with a brass key hanging nearby, and the doors creaked open to reveal a treasure trove of art.“Wow,” I whispered as I stepped inside.The room was wide and breathtaking, the walls covered in paintings. The early ones were vibrant—grasses swaying under bright sunlight, horses galloping, and skies painted in every shade of blue. They radiated innocence and joy, like something from a child’s wild imagination.“These are amazing,” I murmured, moving closer to a painting of a horse mid-leap.“Look, Alex!” Nicky called out, po

So bad

Alex’s POVBy 6 a.m., I was already dressed. The cool morning air wafted through my window. I paced nervously, smoothing the pleats of my skirt over and over. I didn’t know why I was so anxious. Maybe it was the thought of going to meet the chancellor of a prestigious business school, or maybe it was something else entirely—something about this house, about the brothers, about the way my entire life had been upended in the span of a day.At exactly 7 a.m., I made my way to the dining room for breakfast. I wanted to seem calm, confident, composed, like someone who belonged here.When I stepped inside, the room was empty, save for Rhett, who was seated at the table, eating a bowl of cereal and scrolling through something on his tablet.He barely looked up when I entered.“Good morning,” I said, my voice wavering just slightly as I tried to sound casual.He nodded faintly, his focus still fixed on the screen.I sat down carefully, the scrape of the chair against the floor sounding louder

This moment

Rhys’s POVWinchester Business Academy spanned like a fortress of privilege, its tall, gleaming buildings set against perfectly manicured lawns. It was bold and beautiful, a testament to its reputation as the best business school in the country.I steered the Lamborghini through the gates, which opened for us without hesitation, and guided the car into a spot near the main building. As I cut the engine, I noticed the way students passing by turned to stare. Their gazes lingered—not just on the car, but on us.It wasn’t just the car, though it helped. It was the way Alex and I carried ourselves.Alex shifted beside me, adjusting her skirt nervously. She looked stunning, but I didn’t say it. Not yet.“You’ll fit right in,” I said, leaning back casually. “They’re going to love you.”She gave me a wary glance, clearly unconvinced. “I doubt that.”I smirked. “Trust me. I know these people.” I got out of the car and walked around to her side, opening the door. “Now, are you ready to charm t

The same

Alex’s POVAs the kiss deepened— the room seemed still, the sounds of the casino outside muffled behind the heavy door, but inside, it was anything but calm. My heart pounded against my ribs, my breaths shallow as Rhys’s lips moved over mine with an urgency that sent every nerve in my body sparking to life.I bit his lip as the longing grew and ravged me. Fuck! I wanted him!I melted into him, my hands tangling in his hair as if they belonged there, like they’d been waiting for this exact moment to remember how to hold on. His kiss was fire and recklessness, but there was something tender beneath it, something careful—as if he knew this was dangerous for us both but neither of us could pull away.He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me with a gentleness that shouldn’t have belonged to someone like Rhys Alcatraz. For a man who carried so much weight, so much power, there was something soft in the way he touched me, like I might slip through his fingers if he wasn’t careful.He

Fascinated

Alex’s POVRhys moved to open the door, and there stood Rhett, looking unbothered as ever, though his eyes shifted between the two of us in a way that made me flush. He stepped forward and did something small, something so casual yet pointed: he straightened Rhys’s collar.“You good?” Rhett asked, his gaze flicking toward me.Rhys gave a low grunt in response. “What is it?”Rhett’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone easy but direct. “One of the clubs. A debtor didn’t get the message.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping as if what he was saying wasn’t meant for me. “Some guys caused a problem on our turf, and they put one of ours in the hospital.”Rhys swore softly under his breath, his expression hardening. Rhett’s gaze flickered back to me briefly, sharp and assessing. He didn’t miss much—least of all the faint disarray of my shirt or the missing tie Rhys had yet to put back on.“Get set,” Rhett said simply, his lips quirking in what could have been a smirk. “Let’s head out.”Rhys li

Creeping fire

Reed’s POVThe estate came into view, its sprawling lawns and grand facade bathed in the fading light of evening. I didn’t know why my chest tightened at the sight of the place—I wasn’t one for sentiment. But something was tugging at me tonight, something I couldn’t quite place.As I stepped out of the car, my gaze landed on the front entrance. A cluster of men stood there, their dark suits and stiff postures a stark contrast to the usual flow of the household. My gut twisted as I recognized the insignia on their badges. FBI.Alex’s father, Connor, stood in front of the men, his shoulders squared as he faced them down. The tension in his stance was palpable, his voice carrying just enough for me to catch snippets of their exchange.“This is private property,” Connor said firmly, his tone as sharp as a blade. “You have no right to be here without a warrant.”One of the agents stepped forward, his voice low and condescending. “Mr. Connor, we’re conducting an investigation. You’d do well

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