All Chapters of Dangerous Love: Sin, Lust, and Scandal : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

They drove through the night, the old truck bouncing over rough back roads until the first hints of dawn touched the sky. Fabian’s face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead. The knife wound in his side had reopened during the frantic escape, blood seeping through the hasty bandage. Pyhna kept pressure on it with one hand while he gripped the wheel with the other.“Almost there,” he muttered. “There’s a small hunting lodge about ten miles out. Friend of mine used to own it. Should be empty.”Pyhna nodded, her heart tight with worry. “Just hold on. Please.”The lodge appeared like a hidden blessing—tucked in a clearing, simple and sturdy. Fabian parked behind it, and they stumbled inside. The place had running water from a generator and a decent bathroom. Pyhna helped him to the bedroom first, laying him on the dusty bed. She stripped his shirt carefully, wincing at the angry red gash along his ribs.“You lost too much blood,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. “Let me clean you

Months had passed since the final fight. The danger was truly gone—Fabian’s evidence had torn apart the network hunting him. No more late-night knocks, no more chases through the woods. They had returned to their small cabin, fixing it up together. Fresh paint on the walls, a stronger door, and a bigger bed that saw plenty of use. Fabian’s wounds had healed into new scars, and the haunted look in his dark eyes had faded, replaced by a quiet peace he was still learning to trust.Pyhna woke slowly to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. A warm, wet heat between her thighs made her gasp softly. Fabian’s head was buried there, his broad shoulders holding her legs open. His tongue licked slow and deep along her slit, savoring her like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted.“Good morning,” he murmured against her pussy, voice rough with sleep and hunger. His dark eyes met hers over the curve of her body, full of love and that familiar fire. Then he sucked her clit gently

The morning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, making everything feel too bright and too real. Mary Jane stood in the kitchen wearing one of the oversized t-shirts Tucker had given her last night. It fell to mid-thigh, soft cotton brushing her bare legs. She felt small in their space, like a doll in a giant’s house.Tucker was already up, coffee in hand, watching her from across the island. His dark eyes traced her bare legs before he looked away. “Morning, little one. Sleep okay?”She nodded, cheeks warming. “Yes. Thank you.”Philip walked in shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, showing the deep V of muscle. He grinned when he saw her. “Damn, sweetheart. You look good in our clothes. But we’re fixing that today.”They took her shopping. Not to some cheap store—high-end boutiques where the sales ladies treated her like she belonged. Tucker and Philip picked everything. Soft sweaters that hugged her modest chest, skirts that skimmed her thighs

The next morning, Tucker and Philip decided it was time. “You’re coming to the office with us,” Tucker said over breakfast, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Learn the business. It’s yours, after all. We’ll keep you close.”Mary Jane’s heart fluttered. Part of her was excited—finally doing something useful. Another part loved how they wanted her near. She dressed in one of the new outfits they picked: a modest knee-length skirt and a soft blouse that hugged her curves just enough. Philip whistled low when she stepped out.“Professional and fucking edible,” he murmured, pulling her in for a quick, possessive kiss on the forehead.At the sleek downtown offices of their company, everyone treated her with respect. Tucker and Philip introduced her as family and set her up in a small office between theirs. She spent the morning shadowing meetings, learning about the family business they were slowly absorbing. It felt good. Empowering.Until lunch.A young colleague named Ryan, maybe

The penthouse erupted into controlled chaos the second the call ended. Tucker and Philip moved like predators, grabbing guns from a hidden safe and barking orders at Mary Jane.“Stay in the bedroom. Lock the door. Do not come out until we say,” Tucker commanded, kissing her hard and fast. His eyes burned with fury and fear for her.Philip cupped her face. “We’re ending this tonight, sweetheart. Then we’re coming back for you. All of you.”She nodded, heart pounding, and did as she was told. From the bedroom, she heard muffled shouts, a door crashing open somewhere below, then sharp cracks that might have been gunshots or fists. Silence followed. Terrifying, heavy silence.Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Then the bedroom door flew open.Tucker and Philip stood there, breathing hard, shirts torn and knuckles bloody, but alive. Victorious.“They’re handled,” Tucker growled, stalking toward her. “For now. But this ends with you safe. Completely ours.”Philip locked the door b