Alle Kapitel von SWEET SPOT: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

CedricThe dungeon was exactly what the word suggested.Cold stone walls. A narrow cot against one side. A single barred window set too high up to see anything useful through except a thin strip of pale morning sky. The kind of room that had been built for exactly this purpose and had never pretended otherwise.I sat on the edge of the cot in my sweatpants and stared at the opposite wall.They had taken my phone at the door. One of the guards had held out his hand with the practiced efficiency of someone who had done this before, and I had handed it over without argument because arguing would have changed nothing, and I had already used up everything I had to say upstairs in that apartment bedroom.The cell was quiet except for the distant sound of the palace operating above and around me, muffled footsteps, and the occasional exchange of voices that I couldn’t make out clearly enough to mean anything.I rubbed both hands over my face and sat back against the cold wall.Nora.The thou

CedricMartin was the first person they let through the heavy door.He looked smaller somehow, standing on the other side of the bars with his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. For a long time neither of us spoke. The silence between us felt heavier than the stone walls.Finally he cleared his throat.“It was Lia,” he said quietly. “She’s the one who reported that the princess was at your place.”The words landed like a fist to the chest.I stared at him, waiting for the sentence to rearrange itself into something that made sense. It didn’t.“Lia?” My voice came out rougher than I expected.Martin nodded, eyes fixed on the floor. “She saw the dress that night. She put it together, and she went to the palace. I want you to forgive her, Cedric… but she did it. She’s been crying for days. She says she regrets it. She also… she told me she still likes you.”I leaned my head back against the cold wall and closed my eyes. A short, humorless breath left me.“Too bad,” I said. “I’m in

GwenA full month had passed since the night Cedric lifted me off the ground outside the palace gates and kissed me in front of everyone.Tonight the palace was quiet. My father had gone to a late meeting, the guards were at their posts, and for once the corridors felt like they belonged only to us. Cedric closed my bedroom door behind him with a soft click and turned to look at me.I was already in his arms before either of us spoke.The kiss started slow — the kind that still felt new even after weeks of being allowed to love each other openly — but it didn’t stay soft for long. His tongue slid into my mouth, deep and claiming, while his hands gripped my ass and pulled me flush against the hard ridge of his cock. I moaned into the kiss, grinding against him as my fingers tangled in his hair.When he finally guided me toward the bed, he sat on the edge and dragged me down to straddle his lap. I could feel every thick inch of him through our clothes. My fingers tore at the buttons of

JulianThe quiet night air was cold, but the dark, restless fire burning in my chest was hot enough to consume everything in sight.I hadn't planned on playing the villain tonight, but listening to the bastard inside that house scream at her this morning had set something lethal off inside me. If you keep touching me like this, I swear to God I'll sleep with a random man off the street! Her desperate, trembling voice had carried right across the narrow space between our houses. It was a bluff—a fragile, cornered weapon thrown out by a woman drowning in fear.I wanted to see what she was made of. I wanted to shatter that fake, polite composure and test if she actually meant it.When the heavy oak door swung open, revealing her wide, panicked eyes and pale skin, a sharp, fierce tug pulled at my gut. She was fragile, wound up so tight, standing there waiting for her coward of a husband to come home and ruin her night."I was wondering if we could have sex."Her jaw dropped.For two agoni

JulianA faint, knowing smile pulled at the corner of my lips in the dark.Her breath was hitching in her chest, her body locked so tight against the mattress she might as well have been made of stone. It was so obvious she wasn’t asleep, but I wasn't going to press her. She had already survived enough hell for one night.I reached across the dark space, carefully pulling the heavy duvet up over her shoulders, making sure she was fully covered. I settled back onto my side of the bed, closed my eyes, and let the quiet rhythm of her breathing carry me off to sleep.When I opened my eyes the next morning, the space beside me was cold and empty.I sat up, scanning the sunlit room. She was gone.A small white piece of paper sat on the nightstand beside my phone. I reached over and picked it up, unfolding the handwritten scrawl.Julian, thank you for everything last night. Thank you for protecting me and giving me a safe place to sleep. I had to leave early before Mark woke up. — EvelynI l