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Tempting the devil

Chapter eleven Laura’s pov Morning light cut across the sheets. I rolled onto my back, stretching, and opened my eyes. Jett was right there beside me, still asleep. His chest rose and fell, solid muscle under smooth skin. My hand moved before I thought about it… fingers hovering near one dark nipple. I stopped myself and pulled back. Took the thin nightgown off, and walked naked into the glass bathroom. I turned the shower on full and stepped under the water. clung to me, no panties underneath. I peeled it off slowly, not caring if he woke. Let him look. I walked naked into the glass-walled bathroom and turned the shower on full. Warm water rushed over me. I stepped under it, tilting my head back, letting it soak my hair, run down my neck, over my breasts. My nipples tightened under the spray. Tiny beads of water clung to them. I knew he would wake. I wanted him to. I faced the glass, water running down my breasts, and ran my hands over them slowly. Pinched my own nipples. Let

Watched him fuck a whore as my punishment

Chapter twelve Laura’s POV We walked out of the lounge into the cold night air. Two black cars waited at the curb. His men stood by the open rear doors. I slowed and eyed them. “Move. I’m not luggage.” The taller one stepped aside without a word. I slid into the back seat. Jett followed. The door shut hard. The car pulled into traffic. Silence stretched for three blocks. Then his voice came, low and even. “You let another man put eyes on you like that.” “I didn’t let him do anything.” “You handed him the ice cream. Licked your fingers in a filthy way in front of him. Then smiled. As if that wasn’t enough you allowed a man to hold your waist.” He turned his head. “In my world that is an invitation.” “In my world it’s called being bored.” “In my world men die for less.” Calm. Soft. Dangerous. “You belong to me now. Every look, every word, every drop of attention is mine. No one else gets a taste. Understand?” I stared out the window. “I understand you’re a con

Seduction and war

Chapter thirteen Laura’s pov He stayed there a second longer, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped. Eyes black with fury and something worse… need. For a moment it looked like he might lose control completely. Then the switch flipped. He reached up and unlocked the chains around my wrists. Then my ankles. Metal clattered against the bed frame. He stared at me, cold and unreadable, forcing his gaze away from my half-naked body. “Dress up,” he said, voice flat. “We need to be at one of my clubs in two hours.” I didn’t wait. I snatched the silk nightgown, held it tight against my chest, and ran. I didn’t look back. The second I reached my room I slammed the door and slid down to the floor, back against the wood, heart hammering. Arms wrapped around my knees like I could hold myself together. “Shit… shit, shit,” I whispered, banging the back of my head against the door. “What the hell is wrong with you?” His voice still echoed… the dark promise, then the colder one: “Dress u

False lead

Chapter Fourteen Jett POV The boat rocked gently against the dock as I carried her below deck, my own clothes swallowing her little body. I sat at the edge of the bed a long moment, watching her sleep, jaw tight with something that wasn't quite anger anymore. I couldn't sit still after that. Grego's message sat open on my phone, unanswered. *False lead on Carlo Vito. The tattoo match was planted. Someone wanted us looking the wrong way.* Someone had built a lie good enough to almost work. That kind of patience didn't belong to street soldiers. That belonged to someone close. I typed back. *Bring the car around. I'm going to see Carlo myself.* Laura was still asleep when I left. I stood in the doorway a long moment, torn between the war outside and the one sitting quietly in that bed, then shut the door without waking her. "Two men on this door," I told Davis. "Nobody in. Nobody out. Not even you, unless I call first." "Boss—" "I mean it." I left no room. "After what happened

I needed his cock after being drowned

Chapter fifteen Jett POV I hit the door running, Grego’s words still ringing in my ears. She was alive. Barely. And I was going to make damn sure she stayed that way. She coughed slightly, spitting out some water. Just like the doctor said she would. Her hair was still damp and messy, chest rising in soft, shallow breaths. I dropped onto the couch and just watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful it twisted something sharp inside my chest. A few hours passed before she started stirring, rolling onto her side to face me. Those eyes opened calm, and she stretched with a little sigh that tugged the sheet lower. “I’m so fucking grateful you’re alive,” I said, voice low and steady. “But at the same time I wanna kill you.” She gave me a weak smile from the bed. “You saved me.” “Thank God I was close.” I stared at her for a long moment, the words catching in my throat. “I’ve never been this scared for anyone. Why the hell are you so disobedient, Laura?” “I’m sorry,” she whispere

Claimed by the Don’s cock at the club

Chapter sixteen Jett POV She fell asleep against my chest, still sticky, still trembling. I held her until the sun started to rise. By the time night fell I had her dressed the way I wanted—short black dress, no bra, no panties, hair still damp from the shower I’d taken her in. She looked at me in the mirror while I zipped the back. Few hours later i ordered the car. Tonight the whole city would see exactly who she belonged to. I walked her through the club with my hand resting low on the small of her back, fingers spread possessively. Every important pair of eyes turned as we passed. Grego’s gaze flicked to her once, then away. No one else looked twice after that. She was marked the second we stepped inside. “You’re not hiding tonight,” I murmured close to her ear. “You’re walking in with me so every man in this room knows exactly who you belong to.” She glanced up at me, lips curving. “And if I decide to misbehave a little… Don?” I let my thumb stroke slow circles agains

Couldn’t get enough of his cock

Chapter seventeen Jett’s POV I shoved her into the bathroom and locked the door. She sat on the cold marble, legs spreading wide. I stepped between her, and slapped my cock against her soaked pussy twice—wet, filthy sounds. “Look how messy you already are.” I pushed in hard. One long thrust. She gasped, thighs shaking. “Mmm…fuck” I fucked her against the mirror, one hand gripping her throat, the other circling her clit fast and rough. Her tits bounced with every slam. Spit ran down my chin when I leaned in and spat between her folds, then rubbed it in with my thumb. “Messy girl. Taking it so fucking wet.” “Mmm… yes… harder—” I pulled out, dropped to my knees, and dragged my tongue through the mess—her cream, my spit, everything. I sucked her clit hard, two fingers pumping deep until she squirmed and more fluid dripped down the front of the cabinet. “Fuck…yes…ahhh” I stood, shoved back in, and fucked her through it. The sink creaked. Her ass slid on the wet marble. I pinc

Safer with his brother

Chapter eighteen Laura POV The next evening the penthouse felt different. Jett had been on his phone almost nonstop since morning. Short, clipped orders. Tracking locations. Talking about shipments and names I didn’t recognize. Every conversation sounded heavier than the last. I stayed in the living room, curled on the long couch in one of his shirts, listening to the low, serious tone of his voice drifting from the hallway. When the elevator finally dinged, Jett ended the call without saying goodbye and stood. A man stepped out first. He was taller than I expected… leaner than Jett, softer around the eyes, dark hair a little longer. He carried a single duffel bag and the kind of calm that made the air feel less sharp. This had to be the brother Jett mentioned last night. Jett barely looked at him. “You’re late.” The man’s voice was quieter. Steady. “Traffic.” Michael answered. His voice was quieter. Steady. He looked past Jett and found me on the couch. For a second someth

Jealousy and claiming what he owns

Chapter nineteen Laura’s POV I stayed in Michael’s rooms longer than I meant to. He didn’t fill the silence with questions. He just made tea, set a cup in front of me, and sat across the small table like the quiet itself was something he was offering. When I finally spoke, my voice came out rougher than I wanted. “He’s been colder since the club. Busier. Like I’m still his… but further away.” Michael nodded once. “That’s how he gets when something’s eating him. He doesn’t talk it out. He tightens his grip.” “I know.” I stared into the cup. “And the fucked-up part is… I still want that grip. Even when it hurts.” He looked at me carefully. “You don’t have to apologize for what you want. Not in here. Not with me.” We talked a lot about how things has been and for the first time since i met Jett i have had a real conversation. The door opened without a knock. Jett stepped in, phone still in his hand. His eyes swept the room once and landed on me. The air changed instantly… he

Teased my clit while his brother watched

Chapter twenty Laura’s POV We left Michael’s rooms in silence. Jett’s hand stayed low on my back the entire walk down the hall… not pushing, just present. Claiming without words. My skin still felt hot from the way he had kissed me in front of his brother. *He’s so fucking annoying,* I told myself. *The way he just decides. The way he looks at me like the argument is already over.* *And the worst part is… I keep letting him.* In the open living area the lights were lower. Michael followed a few minutes later, quieter than before. He went straight to the kitchen and poured himself water, movements careful. Jett sat on the long couch and pulled me down beside him… close enough that our thighs touched. His fingers traced idle circles on my knee. “You’re quiet,” he said. “I’m thinking.” “About how much you like belonging to me?” I shot him a look. “About how exhausting you are.” A small smirk tugged at his mouth. “Same thing.” *God, I hate that smirk.* *I hate how my st

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