All Chapters of COLLATERAL DESIRE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The kitchen had gone quiet in that late-hour way, the kind of stillness that settled after everyone else had finished moving for the day. The lights were dim, not dark, just soft enough to make everything feel a little more private than it should have been. It wasn’t empty, but it felt like it.Lance leaned back against the counter, arms loosely crossed, watching Ragnar like he had been for the past few minutes without even trying to hide it. Ragnar stood across from him, pouring a glass of water with that same steady, controlled precision he brought to everything, like this was just another normal moment in a normal day.To him, maybe it was.To Lance, it wasn’t.Not after everything that day had been.Not after watching Ylva move in and out of Ragnar’s space like she belonged there, like she had a claim Lance couldn’t touch, couldn’t interrupt, couldn’t compete with even if he tried. And yeah, logically, Lance knew why. He knew exactly who she was to Ragnar. That didn’t magically ma

The temperature in the room seemed to spike as the playfulness finally boiled over into something much heavier.Lance’s hands were no longer content with just tracing lines.They became urgent, catching the hem of Ragnar’s shirt and pulling it upward with a sharp, impatient tug.Ragnar sat up just enough to help, the fabric being tossed carelessly into the shadows where it hit the floor with a soft thud.A second later, Lance’s own shirt followed, discarded with a frantic shrug that spoke of how little he cared about anything other than skin-on-skin contact.The cool night air hit their bare chests, but it didn't stay cool for long as Lance pressed himself right back against Ragnar, pinning him into the mattress once more.The friction of their skin meeting—chest to chest, heat to heat—sent a jolt through the room that felt more powerful than the storm outside.Lance’s weight felt more grounded now, his movements deliberate as he leaned down to press his lips against the shell of Ragn

Lance shifted his weight, his movements slow and agonizingly careful as he guided Ragnar over.Ragnar let out a low, shaky exhale as he settled onto his stomach, the cool sheets a brief, shocking contrast to the feverish heat of his skin.He buried his face deep into the pillow, his shoulders bunching with a tension that wasn't born of a desire to pull away—it was the sheer, raw intensity of being so physically exposed to another person.Lance didn't leave him alone for a single second; he moved up, draping his large frame over Ragnar’s back, a heavy and protective weight that seemed to press the very air out of the room.He began a slow, rhythmic trail of kisses along the ridge of Ragnar’s spine, his lips hot and damp against the pale, sensitive skin that rarely saw the sun."You're okay," Lance whispered, his voice a rough vibration that Ragnar felt echoing through his entire chest cavity."I’ve got you, Ragnar. Just stay right here for me. Don't move a muscle."Lance reached down,

The silence that followed their shared release was heavy, broken only by the sound of their ragged, synchronized breathing.Lance stayed pressed against Ragnar’s back for a long moment, his forehead resting against the nape of Ragnar’s neck as his heart slowly began to find a normal rhythm again.Eventually, Lance shifted, carefully pulling back and moving with a slow, deliberate grace that showed he was still entirely focused on the man in front of him.Ragnar stayed where he was, slumped against the pillows, his skin glowing in the moonlight and his eyes half-closed as he tried to process the sheer intensity of what had just happened.Lance didn't just pull away and go to sleep; instead, he moved down the bed, his hands sliding along Ragnar’s calves and thighs with a lingering, possessive touch."I’m not done with you yet," Lance whispered, his voice still a low, gravelly rumble that sent a fresh shiver down Ragnar’s spine.He looked up at Ragnar, a soft, genuine smile replacing the

Ylva was not the type to miss patterns.That had always been one of the reasons people underestimated her at first. She wasn’t loud about what she noticed. She didn’t announce suspicions, didn’t interrogate people for sport, didn’t make scenes just because something felt off.She watched.She listened.Then she put things together quietly.And lately, two people in particular had become impossible to ignore.It began with little things she might have dismissed if it had been anyone else.Ragnar had always been private. Severe with his time, measured with attention, almost territorial about his personal space. Even people who worked closely with him knew there were lines you did not cross unless invited.Lance crossed them constantly.That part wasn’t new.Lance had always been reckless enough to test boundaries for fun.What was new was that Ragnar let him.Ylva first noticed it during a meeting in the office. Several people were present, discussing routes, shipments, and a problem th