Semua Bab Good Girl Gone Bad: Bab 11 - Bab 20

SAOIRSE.When the devil showed himself, how would you beg it not to kill you?“I just need to talk to him, Annalise. So, please. Step aside.” The storm raged outside, thunder cracking the sky with deafening roars that shook the windows of the mansion. Lightning flashed in jagged bursts, illuminating the rain-slicked grounds in stark, blinding white. “I understand, Saoirse. I really do…” Annalise reached for my arm, stopping me. “But now is not the right time, so please—”Our head snapped in sync when another loud crash echoed from Zeus's office. Glass shattering. Something heavy thudding against the floor.What the hell was happening in there?“Saoirse! No! Please…” Annalise tried to keep up with my pace, her hand clamping onto my arm like a vice. “You…you can't go in. Just stay back.”I yanked my arm free. “Annalise, he's in there destroying everything, and you're just gonna let it happen?”My voice came out sharper than I intended, laced with the adrenaline surging through me. I

SAOIRSE.How long before the wolf decides chasing is over…and the claiming begins?Zeus Trojan. The kind of a man he is? It’s a different kind of danger.One that doesn’t make a noise or doesn’t demand attention, you just simply give it before you even notice. He doesn’t ask for attention. The moment he stepped into a room, silence bent for him. His presence is lethal, a weapon.His existence alone is the most dangerous truth I’ve ever wanted to deny but known — like surrendering to a secret I didn’t know I kept.I fought and bruised myself trying to deny his pull, this twisted truth I buried deep, but now, with him here, it clawed its way out, raw and undeniable.The candlelight guttered low, shadows crawling along the walls like they belonged there. Zeus deliberately closed the door with a click too soft to be casual, the kind that made my pulse skip a beat.The key turned. However, Zeus didn’t put it in his pocket, he simply left it on the table between us, as if he was daring me t

“The rat is out doing some neat tricks. We need to catch him before everything goes into ruin, Zeus.”Zeus leaned against the cold concrete wall of the hidden safehouse, the dim light from a single bulb casting long shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of stale smoke and damp earth, a place buried deep beneath the city where no one could find them. Knight stood across from him, his eyes sharp and unblinking, like a predator that thrived in the night. They called him the nocturnal, the eye and wings of the covenant. He saw clear in the dark, adapted to it like it was his own skin, and he specialized in sniping at night — silent kills from rooftops, bullets that whispered death before anyone heard the echo.Zeus rubbed his temples, the weight of the night pressing down on him. The break-in at La Serpente, his mansion, had been a disaster. Intruders had slipped through his defenses, rifled through his private quarters, and left behind a trail of warning that screame

SAOIRSE.“You won't kill him.” My voice came out steadier than I expected, cutting through the tension like a knife. “You can't.”I stood there in the dim, flickering light of the building, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs. Lennox's men that were surrounding Zeus turned their guns at me.Lennox spun around, his massive frame casting a shadow over me. He scoffed, a low, guttural sound that echoed off the concrete walls. “Who's this? Your little bitch?” he spat, his lips curling into a sneer. “Take her away.”Two of his thugs stepped forward, their hands reaching for my arms. My body tensed, terror flooding my veins like ice water. My legs trembled, and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, dripping down my back. But beneath that fear, something burned hotter—a fierce determination that kept me rooted in place. I wouldn't let them drag me out.I yanked my arms free, stumbling back a step. My voice shook at first, words tumbling out in a nervous rus

SAOIRSE.All I could focus on was him.His body a map of scars and strength, pinning me down like I was his to claim. His hands were everywhere, rough and insistent, tearing at my clothes with a hunger that matched the storm raging outside. My shirt was gone, flung aside, and his mouth was on my neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks that would bruise tomorrow. I arched into him, my fingers digging into his back, feeling the fresh bandages under my nails.I gasped as he yanked my pants down, his fingers hooking into the fabric and pulling hard. The zipper tore, but I didn't care. His eyes darkened as he looked at me, exposed and trembling under him. He stripped off his own clothes in a frenzy, his dick hard and throbbing, veins pulsing as he stroked himself once, his gaze locked on mine.“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice a command wrapped in need. He hovered over me, the tip of him brushing my thigh, teasing.“I want it,” I breathed, my voice shaky, my body aching for h