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MAR'S POV Nora's legs are wrapped around my waist, her dress bunched up around her hips. I'm grinding against her desperately.Every slow roll of my hips drags my cock against her heat, and the friction is fucking maddening. She moans into my mouth, her nails digging into my skin."Fuck," I growl against her lips. "You feel too good."I'm so hard, it hurts. I want to rip that towel off, shove her panties aside, and bury myself inside her until neither of us can think straight.The need is violent. I can already imagine how tight and wet she'd be around me. But I know the rules.I know she's still playing her game.So I force myself to slow down. I break the kiss, breathing hard, and start to pull back.Nora's hands immediately grab my biceps."Where do you think you're going?" she whispers.Her gaze is dark, heated, and far too smug for someone who was moaning my name two seconds ago."On your knees."My cock twitches so hard I nearly groan. I stare at her for half a second, c

NORA Everything happens too fast. When I finally open my eyes, I see it. The tall steel shelf that had been holding extra pots and equipment has collapsed. It lies on its side right where we had been standing seconds ago. Pots, pans, and trays are scattered everywhere. My heart is hammering so hard I can barely breathe. "Mars—" I start, but the words die in my throat when I look at him. He's still pressed against me, one arm braced on the wall beside my head, the other wrapped tightly around my waist. His whole body is rigid. His eyes are wide and hazy, like he's not really seeing me. He's in shock. "Mars," I say again. I reach up and touch his face. "Hey. Look at me." His gaze finally meets mine. For a second, pure panic flashes across his face. Then he starts checking me frantically, his hands running over my arms, my shoulders, and my face. "Are you hurt?" His voice is hoarse and frantic. "Did anything hit you? Tell me." "I'm fine," I reply quickly, grabbing his wr

[SIX MONTHS BEFORE THE FIRE]NORA I’m halfway through a box of pistachio macarons when the first knock rattles my apartment door. I ignore it. The weather is too cold to accommodate a visitor right now. The second knock is even louder. And infuriating. I drag myself off the couch and yank the door open without checking. Marcellus Gregory stands there, soaked to the bone. Rainwater runs down his face and drips from the ends of his dark hair. Goosebumps rise on my skin. "What the fuck? How do you know where I live?" I demand, and he blinks. "I did some research. I needed to see you. It's important." "What do you want?" I ask, already regretting opening the door. He doesn't smile. He never does with me. "You've been ignoring every single one of my messages," he says, his voice icy. "We have a project due in two weeks, and you've refused to meet even once. Professor Craig already warned us both. If we fail this, it affects our grade." I stare at him for a moment, then I s

NORA Tiffany laughs uncontrollably. The hair on my skin rises, my stomach knotting tight."...Are you kidding me?" she asks, shaking her head. "You actually expect me to believe he's innocent?"I fold my arms. "I'm asking why you're so certain."She takes one furious step forward, tears glittering in her eyes. "Because Josh showed me the messages."I falter, my brows creasing. "What messages?""The ones your husband sent." Her voice cracks. "He told Josh he was going to kill him."My head slowly turns towards Marcellus. He looks genuinely confused."...What?"Tiffany lets out another harsh laugh."Oh, don't pretend." She digs her phone out of her pocket with trembling hands. "Josh sent me screenshots because he thought Gregory was bluffing."She opens her gallery, waving her phone at us. "He said if anything happened to him, I should go to the police. But it disappeared! All of them!"Marcellus' gaze meets my eyes first. "It wasn't me. I never threatened Josh."Tiffany lets out

MARCELLUS The fond memory nearly makes me laugh. Looking back now, I realize that she already had me wrapped around her finger a long time ago. My haunting question still lingers between us.She doesn't answer right away. Instead, those striking green eyes study me, searching every inch of my face. Then, to my complete surprise... she snorts.I blink. "What?"She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. "You know what's funny?""I'm almost afraid to ask.""You keep warning me about this terrifying darkness inside you.""Because it's there."She tilts her head, a smile playing at her lips. "Mars.""Love?""If this is your attempt at being intimidating..." She gestures at me, still kneeling beside her chair. "...you're currently on your knees in a fancy restaurant, kissing my knuckles."A reluctant smile tugs at my mouth.She points dramatically. "Look at yourself."I glance down. "Fair point.""No." She shakes her head, her eyes sparkling. "It's pathetic."A real laugh burst