All Chapters of SHATTERED AND TEMPTED: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

FREYA POVI could feel the weight of their stares. Nana was looking at me with a knowing, almost hopeful smile, while Elena and Sophie just looked confused and a little awkward. The silence in the bathroom was deafening.I can’t be pregnant, I thought, the panic rising in my throat. Not now. Not when my life is finally starting to make sense.I quickly braced myself against the sink, forcing my body to stand tall. I needed to shut this down before it became a "thing.""I’m fine," I said, my voice coming out steadier than I felt. I looked at the girls and then at Nana, trying to sound convincing. "It’s probably just malaria, or a touch of fever. I've been under so much stress lately. I just need some water and to get back to work. I'll be fine."I brushed past them and walked back into the lounge, sitting firmly in the high-backed chair. "Let's continue."Nana followed me, her arms crossed over her chest. "Okay, if you think it's just stress... then I should call the doctor. And I defi

FREYA POVI watched them from a distance. Steve was standing close to Lila, looking down at her while they talked. A sharp, hot ball of anger sat in my chest. I wanted to storm out of the room right then.I couldn’t wrap my head around what this party was even supposed to be. In my head, I’d mapped out a dozen scenarios—maybe Steve was parading me at a Mark Hayes event just to flex his possession, to make Mark burn with jealousy. But a “Recovery Party”? Seriously? The absurdity of it made my skin crawl."I’m Victor. It’s nice we finally got to meet," a voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts. It was the man who had physically steered me away from the center of the room moments ago.I didn't even grant him the courtesy of a look. I kept my eyes fixed on the back of Steve’s head. "It is not nice to meet you. Why did you pull me away like that?"Victor cleared his throat and glanced around the room, making sure no one was listening. "Because it is not your time to play your role yet," he

FREYA POV“I meant what I said,” I whispered, “Punish me.”His eyes narrowed, and without another word, he grabbed my chin, tilting my head back. His lips pressed against mine, forcing them open. His tongue pushed inside, sliding over mine, tasting me deeply. I kissed him back, my hands reaching up to grip his shoulders. He broke the kiss first, pulling back just enough to look at me. “Take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice low and rough.I hesitated for a second, glancing out the window. The driver was still standing outside, his back to the car, but we were in a dark side street, away from the main road. No one else was around. My pulse raced as I reached behind me, finding the zipper of the emerald gown. I pulled it down slowly, The dress loosened, and I shrugged it off my shoulders, letting it slide down to my waist. My breasts were exposed now.Steve’s gaze dropped to them, and he reached out, cupping one breast in his hand. His palm was rough against my skin as he squeeze

FREYA POV“What do I start?”Steve smiled, that small, dangerous one. “You’re turning into a badass lately, girl.”“Guess that’s what you taught me,” I said. I bit my lower lip hard and held his eyes.He didn’t say anything back, but in the blink of an eye, his hand shot up fast. Fingers wrapped around my throat—not choking, just firm. Thumb pressed right under my jaw. He squeezed enough that I felt my pulse jump against his skin.Then he pushed.He started pushing me while I stumbled backward. My bare back hit the cold mirror behind me. The glass was freezing against my spine. My ass pressed flat to it. He kept his hand on my neck, holding me there. His body crowded in close. Chest to my tits. Cock already hard again, pressing into my stomach.He leaned in, his mouth right at my ear.“You want this?” he asked. Voice low. Rough.“Always,” I said. No hesitation.He didn’t wait for me to say anything else. His teeth sank into the side of my neck. He gave me a Hard bite. Right on the mus

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