Semua Bab The Billionaire's Sinful Affair (Book 2): Bab 101 - Bab 110

"Relax for me, little girl," Zavian groaned, digging his fingers into her hips as he fought for control. "Or you'll break me."His voice was strained, rough with need. She could feel the tension in every muscle where his body pressed against hers, the tremor in his hands as they gripped her flesh."Mm…" Emmeline whimpered.Her arms trembling as she tried to support herself. She focused on breathing, on relaxing her muscles, on accepting the intrusion that felt both foreign and perfectly right.Her inner walls fluttered around him, adjusting to his size, and she heard him curse under his breath—a low, guttural sound that sent heat pooling even deeper in her belly.He was so deep in this position, reaching places she once thought impossible.Emmeline felt overwhelmed, not just by the physical fullness, but by the emotional intensity. Her fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her, knuckles white with the effort of holding herself together."Are you okay?" Zavian's voice sounded strained

~Meanwhile~Cara was sent on a mission she never expected.Find Aria Taylor, also known as Elisabeth Sinclair, or more accurately, Dale Ravencrest's wife.Eva had sensed she was in danger and ordered Cara to help her immediately.But who would have thought she'd already been captured?What impressed Cara most were the loyal women placed by Aria's side.In the adjacent cell sat three females—Mei, Sarah, and Sofia. They were awake, alert, and radiating a protective fury that spoke of absolute devotion.These weren't just guards or companions. These were warriors willing to die for their charge who lay unconscious in a reinforced cell, guarded by men who knew exactly what she represented… the key to controlling Dale.The guards assumed they were human. Weak and harmless companions.They were wrong.The sudden sounds of roaring engines and cars crashing through the gate without slowing echoed through the hidden location.Alarms blared as guards drew their weapons and took defensive positi

What Zavian arrived to was utter carnage.The estate below was an inferno.Flames consumed everything, turning night into day with their intensity.The acrid smell of burning wood, flesh and magic filled the air. Smoke billowed in thick columns that obscured the stars.Bodies littered the grounds. Some still moving, crawling, trying to escape. Others motionless, their lives already fled.But it was the magical signatures that caught Zavian's attention. Multiple sources of power clashing, colliding, tearing at each other with lethal intent.And in the center of it all were two dragons.One had scales the color of fresh blood, gleaming in the firelight. It hovered in the air with wings spread wide, radiating power and authority.The other dragon's scales were obsidian that caught the light when it moved. It was wounded badly, blood streaming from multiple gashes across its body. Its movements were sluggish, defensive rather than offensive.Zavian recognized the dragon instantly. It was

"Zephyr?" Eva's voice was barely a whisper.The being with black wings turned, and those amber eyes, so achingly familiar, so impossible, met hers across the devastation."Hello, Evalorae."Just then, "Aperire viam inter mundos!" Isolde's voice rang out, eerie and ominous.The air before her began to shimmer as though reality itself buckled and folded in on itself.The witches surrounding her raised their palms toward the growing portal, feeding it power.Their eyes had rolled back, showing only whites as they channeled everything they had into maintaining the spell."A soul binding spell. One that requires an exchange of souls to cross through." Eva muttered through gritted teeth. "It's no surprise that someone reeking of such disgusting darkness would resort to using such despicable means against their enemy."The sudden spell shielded Kumar from being torn apart by Aetherion, creating an unbreakable barrier that forced both sides to separate.Kumar was quick to shift back, giving b

Emmeline lay curled on her side, trembling violently. Her hair was a disheveled mess, damp with sweat and clinging to her flushed face and neck.The simple nightgown twisted around her curves was soaked through, nearly transparent.Her skin glistened with a sheen of moisture that spoke of days spent in feverish torment. She looked like she was dying.“Aida!” Zavian’s roar shook the castle to its foundations.The very air seemed to crack under the weight of his rage, and the door burst open within seconds.Aida rushed in, exhaustion written in every line of her body.Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her usually immaculate appearance was disheveled, as though she had been running herself ragged.“Your Majesty, I—”“Explain.” The single word was spoken with such deadly calm it was more terrifying than his roar. “I entrusted you with one task. Keep her safe. Keep her protected. And I return to find her suffering like this?”His eyes flashed with violence. “Give me one reason I shouldn’