Todos los capítulos de CRAVINGS;15 forbidden Desires : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

 I asked for it.That was the part no one would believe if I ever tried to explain. Not the debt. Not the club. Not the way Varek Rossi looked at me like he already owned the air in my lungs. I walked into the private back office of the Velvet Noose on a Tuesday night, still in my stage heels, still smelling like cheap body spray and other men’s money, and I put the offer on the table myself.“I can’t pay you in cash,” I said. My voice only shook once. “So take it out of me. However you want. For as long as it takes.”Varek sat behind the black desk like it was a throne someone had carved out of night. Early forties, sharp jaw, dark eyes that never rushed. A thin scar cut through his left eyebrow. The underboss didn’t need to raise his voice; the two men outside the door were enough of a reminder.He studied me for a long moment, then steepled his fingers.“You understand what you’r

 We didn’t make it to the car. Varek steered me through a staff corridor that stank of bleach and old perfume, past the dressing rooms, into a narrow storage space lined with spare chairs and crates of liquor. He locked the door, killed the overhead light, and left only the red exit sign glowing above us. “Clothes off. Again.” I stripped. The air felt colder here. My skin still carried the imprint of his hands, the throb of the spanking, the slick evidence of everything he had already taken. He watched me with an intensity that had shifted since the phone call—less pure hunger, more calculation edged with something I couldn’t name yet. He backed me against a stack of crates. One hand pinned both my wrists above my head. The other dragged down my body, possessive, almost angry. “You don’t get to keep secrets that put my operat

 Varek pulled out of me and was on his feet before the phone screen dimmed. “Stay down. Away from the windows.” He dressed in under thirty seconds—trousers, shirt left unbuttoned, pistol already in his hand from the bedside drawer. Another weapon appeared from under the mattress. He racked it once, checked the chamber, and tossed a smaller compact piece onto the bed near my cuffed hands. “You know how to use that?” “Yes.” “Good. If anyone who isn’t me comes through that door, shoot them in the face. Not the chest. Face.” He unlocked the cuffs with a key from his pocket. Blood rushed back into my fingers in a painful tingle. I sat up, pulled the sheet around me, and closed my hand around the gun. The weight was familiar in a way I hated admitting. Varek moved to the w

 The phone screen went dark.Varek set it down with deliberate care. Outside, the sky had begun to pale at the edges. Sunrise was no longer abstract. It had a clock.“Talk,” he said. “All of it. Now.”I sat on the edge of the bed in the towel, still damp from the shower, and gave him the truth I had been carving into smaller pieces for days.“The client is Adriana Voss. She controls the eastern import routes you blocked last winter. She lost two shipments and a lieutenant. She wanted you dead in a way that couldn’t be traced back to her crews. I was the clean option—former intelligence asset, no active affiliations, already drowning in debt she quietly inflated through Krennic so I would need the contract.”Varek’s face didn’t change, but the air around him did.“She paid half upfront,” I continued. “The rest on confirmation. I was supposed to get clos

 The window latch turned a second time. I rolled off the bed, gun raised, sheet clutched around me. A dark figure slipped through the gap with practiced silence—female, lean, rain still on her jacket. She froze when she saw the muzzle pointed at her face. Adriana Voss’s courier. I recognized the jawline from a briefing photo months ago. “Don’t,” I said. She moved anyway. I fired once. The shot took her in the shoulder and spun her into the wall. She hit hard, cursed, and tried to raise her own weapon. I crossed the room, kicked it away, and kept my sights on her forehead. “Varek,” I called, loud enough to carry. Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs. The door unlocked. Varek came in fast, pistol sweeping the room, then lowering when he saw the situation. Two of his men followed. He took one look at the wo