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Chapter 3: Blood in the WaterTessa woke to the sound of the shower running and the low murmur of Rhys’s voice on the phone.She sat up slowly, sheet pooled around her soft waist, heavy breasts bare in the gray morning light. Her body ached in the best places—bruises on her thick hips and thighs in the exact shape of his fingers, a pleasant throb between her legs from how many times he had taken her the night before. She could still feel him every time she shifted.The shower shut off. Rhys walked out with a towel around his hips, water beading on the hard planes of his chest and the dark trail of hair that disappeared under the terry cloth. He ended the call the second he saw her awake. His expression was carefully blank, but the tension in his shoulders gave him away.“Who was that?” Tessa asked.“Old contact.” He dropped the towel without ceremony and crossed to the bed. Already half-hard. “Someone who still owes me favors.”He climbed onto the mattress, pushed her thick thighs apa

Chapter 5: High Tide & Forever MarksThe safe house was a weathered cedar cabin tucked into a rocky cove an hour up the coast—no road access, only the narrow channel Rhys navigated by memory and moonlight. He tied the boat off in silence, helped Tessa onto the slick dock, and kept one hand on the small of her back the entire walk up the stone path. Blood still darkened the side of his face. His knuckles were split. Every few steps his eyes swept the tree line like he expected more men to step out of the dark.Inside, the cabin smelled of old wood, salt, and dust. One open room, a wide bed against the far wall, a woodstove, windows that looked straight onto black water. Rhys locked the door, set both guns on the table, and finally turned to her.For a long moment he just looked—at the hoodie still half-zipped over her heavy breasts, the leggings clinging to her thick thighs, the faint red marks on her wrists where Marco’s men had held her. Something raw and almost broken moved behind h

I Took the Man Who Hated Me MostChapter 1The negotiation ended at 9:47 p.m. with blood in the water and my name on the winning side of the term sheet.Noah Trent looked like he wanted to set the conference room on fire with me still inside it.He had spent eleven hours across the table from me—sharp, precise, vicious in the way only someone who actually understood the deal could be. Every counter I made, he met. Every pressure point I touched, he tried to twist back on my client. He lost anyway. Not because he was outmatched on skill. Because I had come in with leverage he hadn’t seen until it was already around his throat.When the last signature landed, he stood, buttoned his jacket, and looked straight at me.“Congratulations, Calder. You must be proud. Another room full of people who hate you.”“They don’t have to like me,” I said. “They just have to sign.”Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. Then he walked out.I stayed long enough to shake the right hands and pretend I

Chapter 3: Non-Disclosure & Night ClaimsAva walked into the dining room at exactly seven and felt Silas’s eyes lock onto her like a physical weight.The black slip dress clung to every soft curve—heavy breasts barely contained by the thin straps, the full swell of her stomach and hips outlined in silk, thick thighs flashing with every step. She had left her hair down. No bra. No panties. The air-conditioned air made her nipples tighten against the fabric the moment she stepped under the lights.Silas sat at the head of the long table, black shirt open at the throat, a glass of red wine already poured. He didn’t stand. He simply watched her approach, gaze dragging slowly from her bare feet up the length of her legs, over the soft give of her stomach, and settling on the deep cleavage the dress refused to hide.“Turn around.”She did. The silk shifted over the full curve of her ass. Silas made a low, approving sound.“Sit. Eat. I want to watch you.”Dinner was quiet and charged. He ask

Chapter 5: Final Claim & Soft ForeverThe internal screen showed three figures in black tactical gear moving through the library with professional speed. One of them knelt at the base of the bookshelf that hid the panic-wing entrance and began working on the biometric lock.Silas’s voice was pure ice. “Stay behind the reinforced wall. Do not come out until I say it’s clear.”Ava grabbed his wrist. “Silas—”He kissed her once—hard, brief, tasting of adrenaline and the residual salt of her skin—then sealed her behind the secondary blast door with a look that promised violence to anyone who tried to reach her. The moment the door locked, the outer panel gave way with a soft electronic sigh.Gunfire erupted.Ava pressed her soft body against the cold concrete, heart slamming so hard she felt it in her throat. She heard Silas move—controlled, lethal bursts of fire, the heavy thud of bodies hitting the floor, a short, pained grunt that made her blood freeze. Then silence. Long. Absolute.Th