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THE LION’S DEN ~MAYA’S POV~ The house was not a home; it was like a cage made of glass and iron, sitting on the edge of a snowy cliff. I stood in the entrance hall, holding my old suitcase so tightly my knuckles turned white. The air inside the lodge was clean, fancy, and had no smell at all. It smelled like money. It smelled like power. "Isn't it amazing?" Chloe squealed, spinning in a circle, her designer boots clicking against the black tiled floor. "Dad had the architect fly in from Milan. The entire south wall is retractable, but obviously, we keep it closed in winter." I forced a smile, but my stomach twisted into a tight, cold knot. "It’s beautiful, Chlo. Really." It was beautiful. It was also terrifying. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered no privacy. The Aspen wilderness stretched outside, gray, white, and threatening, while we stood inside this bright glass room. I felt like a bug stuck on a board, waiting for someone to come and examine me. ‘

THE INTERROGATION ~MAYA’S POV~ I didn't sleep. How could I? Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the ghost pressure of Silas’s hand on my thigh. I felt the heat of his body pressing against my back in the dark. I heard his voice, low and rough, whispering that we were alone. When the generator had finally kicked the lights back on last night, he had stepped away instantly. By the time Chloe stopped screaming about the wifi being down, Silas was already halfway out of the room, looking cool and detached, as if he hadn't just dry-humped his daughter's best friend against a dining chair. Now, at 6:00 AM, the house was silent. Outside, the blizzard was still raging, a white wall of fury that sealed us inside this glass prison. My throat was parched. I needed coffee. I needed caffeine to jumpstart my brain so I could figure out how to survive the next three days without having a nervous breakdown. I crept out of my room, wearing an oversized t-shirt and leggings. I tiptoed p

THE DESCENT ~MAYA'S POV~2:14 AM.The numbers on my bedside clock glowed a mocking red in the darkness.I looked at them, my eyes hurting, my body buzzing with a restless energy that felt like electricity under my skin. I shouldn't be awake. I should be asleep, dreaming of exams, or snow, or literally anything other than the man sleeping in the West Wing.'Don't lock your door.' His voice played in my mind over and over. It was a smooth command, like a quiet warning.I rolled over, kicking off the heavy down duvet. The air in the room was chilly, but my skin was burning. I was wearing a slip of silk....a nightgown I had packed because it was pretty, not because it was useful.Now, the thin fabric clung to my sweat-dampened skin, offering zero protection against the cold or my own thoughts. I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.My eyes drifted to the door handle.I had locked it. Of course I had. I was a reasonable human being. I was Chloe's best friend. I was a guest i

THE RECKONING~SILAS'S POV~The taste of her won't leave my mouth.Three showers. Scrubbed my tongue raw. Didn't help. I want more.5:47 AM and I'm rock hard again, replaying every sound she made. Maya spread out on that wine barrel like an offering. Dark hair everywhere. Those innocent eyes going hazy when I pushed my tongue inside her.Twice. I made her come twice, and she sobbed my name both times.My cock throbs at the memory."Fuck."I shove out of bed, my body protesting. Every muscle aches. My knees are scraped raw from that stone floor. Worth it. I'd do it again right now if she was here.That's the problem.I obliterated every line last night. Burned them to ash. She's twenty-one. My daughter's best friend. A girl I should protect, not defile in a wine cellar. But defiling her felt like worship. I was forty-five years old on my knees, eating out a woman young enough to be my biggest regret.Except I don't regret it.That's what makes me a monster.I turn the shower on. Ice co

THE STUDY PART 2~MAYA POV~A man's voice crackled through. I could hear it faintly. "Silas, good morning. We have the quarterly reports ready for review..."Silas leaned back in his chair. One hand still on my thigh. The other clicking through his laptop.He was really doing this. Really making me sit here while he worked."Numbers look solid." Silas's voice was all business. "But I want a deeper analysis of the European market. Something's off."His hand on my thigh started moving. Slowly. Deliberately. Sliding up under the hem of my sweater dress.I stiffened."What about the merger timeline?" the voice asked."We're on track." Silas replied smoothly. His fingers found the edge of my panties. "But I want daily updates. No surprises."He hooked a finger under the elastic and pulled it aside. I grabbed his wrist. My eyes wide. I mouthed: 'What are you doing?'He looked at me. Expression calm. Mouthed back: 'Multitasking.'Then he slid two fingers inside me. I gasped. Slapped a hand o