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WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Please read at your own discretion. Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View “Uhmm! Ohh! Hnngh! Mmmph!” Each sound tore from my lips as his fingers glided through my folds, never slowing even as our kiss deepened into something wild and consuming. “A—aughhmp!” A sharp cry burst from me mid-kiss as his long finger slid inside me, easy as silk thanks to how wet I was. God—even just his fingers feel this good. I couldn’t decide where to focus—on the digit moving in and out of me, or his lips exploring every inch of my mouth. It was intoxicating, dizzying in its pleasure. I jolted as he quickened his pace, pushing deeper before adding a second finger. I felt them curl inside me, stroking a spot I didn’t even know existed until it sent shivers through my entire body. I clung to his shoulders so hard my knuckles ached—one more thrust and I’d collapse f

WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive content. Reader discretion is advised.Lev Dmitri Romanov's Point of ViewThree weeks have passed. Five days left until I wrap up my job and head back to Russia. It’s dirty work—honestly, the kind that’ll destroy everything Mara knows.But I have no choice. This is who I am. This is what I do.Another morning finds me on the same bench, talking with Mang Pancho. He’s the one who never tires of chatting whenever I show up here. I know he’s full of questions, but he’s not the kind to push. He waits patiently for me to open up on my own—and I never will. The more lies I spin, the harder it gets to keep up the act.“That’s how it was!” He roars with laughter. “I was deadly at tumbang-preso when I was young—my friends were terrified of me because I never missed my throw!”We’re talking about his childhood. I don’t fully understand the game he’s describing, but from the details—slippers and a can—I gather it involves knocking something over. It’s eas

Lev Dmitri Romanov's Point of View Confusion slams into me the moment I surface from sleep. Mara’s on the floor, half-dressed, a faint white sheen tracing her lips and jaw. Heat floods my body as the pieces click into place. Fuck. I didn’t dream of this reunion—not after years trapped in my own head. What in hell led us here? Why is she kneeling before me like this? I want to ask a thousand things, but the words die in my throat. The air between us is thick, charged with need I can barely contain. My gaze drinks her in—those wide eyes I’ve ached to see, the sharp line of her nose, hair as dark and silk as I remembered, skin smooth as porcelain. I’ve missed every inch of her. I don’t know how much time has passed. I don’t care. All that matters is finishing what was started. I stand from the bed’s edge, stop in front of her, and pull her to her feet. Before she can react, I guide her onto the mattress. “What are yo

WARNING: This chapter contains content not suitable for young readers. Reader discretion is advised. Lev Dmitri Romanov's Point of View Days have passed since Mara left the mansion. My cruelty finally did its job—she’s gone, not a trace of her left in these halls. The place looks darker now. Gloomier, heavier with silence than I’ve ever known it to be. I’ve seen it empty before, but never like this. Never when she was the one missing. “I’m glad you’re finally yourself again.” My eyes snap to the door as it opens. I’m sitting alone in the salon, nursing a glass of liquor, when my brother walks in. “Looks like you’re still breathing,” I say. He lets out a soft laugh, shrugging off his coat. Blood stains the front of his white polo—he must have just come from a mission. He sits across from me, his gaze sharp and steady as always. Still looks like a predator on the hunt. “Five years, Lev. Did you miss me at

Marimar Oquendo's Point of View "Well now—look at you, beautiful mama-to-be." I turned at the sound of a voice I’d recognize anywhere. I was sitting on a tree branch by the shore, watching waves roll in and out. Just one week left until my due date. My mind was swirling with worries and questions, so I’d come out here to catch the sea breeze and quiet the chaos inside me. "What are you doing out here?" the voice asked again, closer now. I could see her out of the corner of my eye as she sat beside me, gaze fixed on the water too. "Carla…" I said, glancing at her before turning back to the ocean. "Just getting some air, trying to calm down. So much is running through my head—I’m afraid all this stress will hurt the baby." I felt her eyes on me after I spoke. "You can talk to me, you know—lighten that load a little. I’m right here to listen." I smiled. Carla was one of the few friends I’d made in