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Within a second, my back is on the bed, and he’s there with me—too fast, too certain, like distance has never been something that applies to us. He hovers over me, his hand sliding up my leg. His lips find mine immediately. Not gentle. Not hesitant.Sweet, yes—but laced with something needy, something restrained for too long snapping loose at the edges. His hand catches my face, firm around my chin, holding me exactly where he wants me, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he doesn’t anchor me.Then he shifts, and the weight of him settles closer, pressing me back into the bed until I feel surrounded by him entirely.His fingers fold around the edge of my towel. I breathe out against his mouth, laughing softly. “Mr. Madden,” I whisper, all innocence and mock surprise. “What are you doing?”The corner of his mouth lifts against mine, and he kisses me again like the question amuses him more than it should. His hand moves lower, deliberate, unhurried, tugging at the edge of my towel like

I'm pretty sure I'm going to break a bone. My body is shaking—not delicately, not gracefully, but with the kind of strain that comes from being pushed far past what I’m used to. Every movement burns, every shift of weight pulling tight across muscles I didn’t even know I had.And still… I don’t stop.“Yeah,” Tristan breathes against my ear, his voice rough, frayed at the edges in a way I’ve never heard before. “Just like that.”His body is slick with heat beneath me, tension coiled so tight it feels like it might snap at any second. He’s fighting himself—fighting instinct, fighting control—and I can feel every fracture of it.The control I took.The control he gave.The thought alone sends a sharp thrill through me, cutting clean through the exhaustion.We’ve lost track of everything else—time, space, reason. There’s nothing beyond this room, beyond the tangled connection between us. Just breath and pressure and the slow unraveling of something that was never meant to bend this way.

I wake in a cold bed. No Tristan. The rope is gone. My bedroom shows no signs of any fuckery of last night no sign that he was ever here at all. The only proof of Tristan is the glass of green tea on my bedside table and the diamond raven ring resting beside it.I narrow my eyes at it. It almost looks like a wedding ring. Almost.I grab the tea and leave the ring where it is before forcing myself out of bed. Every inch of my body aches in the most sinful way possible, muscles sore and heavy, thighs protesting with every step. I nearly stumble on my way to the stairs.A lazy yawn slips out of me. It’s the weekend. No classes. No plans. Nothing expected of me.Somewhere in my head, I'm kind of wondering where Tristan is, though. Why did he leave? Where is he? Why didn't he wake me up?“Morning,” Zara sings as I walk into the kitchen.“Morning,” I mumble back around another yawn.My head pounds. Zara pauses mid-stir and slowly narrows her eyes at me.I pointedly ignore her stare and m

A loud mechanical hum suddenly cuts through the tension—followed by the sharp hiss of the coffee machine kicking back to life somewhere in the shop. That sounds very close.Tristan immediately releases me. He steps back just enough to create space between us. His eyes flick toward the door, narrowing slightly. “She’s definitely trying to eavesdrop,” he says.“You think?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.His gaze returns to me, and for a second I forget Zara, the shop, even the fact that we’re standing in an office that probably has very thin walls. His pupils are still slightly blown, his breathing not entirely steady. Whatever restraint he has is carefully reassembled, but not fully intact.“Move in with me,” he says again.I exhale slowly through my nose. “Let’s have this conversation another time,” I reply. “Preferably one where my sister isn’t actively trying to hear every word.”A faint line appears between his brows, a flicker of frustration slipping through.“What do you actually kn

“Let’s see how good she is,” Liam cuts in with a laugh, his sharp eyes locking onto me. “No pressure.”Something in my stomach sinks. I am absolutely terrible. Gods. What if I hit Charles his car this time? My gaze flickers around the massive lawn. Staff members linger near the terrace, pretending not to watch. Birds scatter across the trimmed grass. The Madden family stands around me like predators circling prey. And behind us, the enormous estate looms over everything, cold stone and endless windows.Fuck.“Doesn’t take much to beat you,” Tristan replies easily, tugging me a little closer against his side.“Want to bet?” Nick asks with a grin aimed at Liam. Delilah sighs softly and picks up her golf ball, refusing to involve herself in whatever male ego contest this is becoming.“You guys still owe me a favour,” Tristan reminds them lazily. “All of you.”His hand tightens on my shoulder. Like he means me too.“I have a bet.”Every head turns toward Charles. My eyes nearly pop out of