All Chapters of His Hunger for her sweet innocence : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Samantha's POV I stepped closer, cutting off the space between us before he could turn toward the door. The heat radiating off his body was unreal, calling to every instinct I had to throw caution to the wind."It's quite late," I murmured, my voice soft against the quiet rain outside. "You should spend the night."Rick froze.For a second, his jaw tightened so hard I thought he might snap a tooth. His dark eyes flicked down to my lips, heavy with a hunger that made my pulse jump into my throat, before he slowly forced his gaze back up to meet mine.He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, and let out a low, rough exhale."I don't think that's a good idea, Samantha," he whispered, his voice dangerously low."Did you come alone?""Yeah," he answered curtly."Rode your bike?""Right.""Well, you can't possibly ride back with that injured hand," I said, my brows furrowing in genuine worry as I looked at his bandaged knuckles."It wasn't a hassle coming here. I'll be fine."A heavy, suffo

Samantha's POV"Five minutes," he’d said.And true to his word, exactly five minutes later, Louis pulled into a sleek, private underground parking garage, coming to a smooth stop right in front of a reinforced steel entrance."We're here, Boss," Louis said softly from the front seat.Rick unlatched his seatbelt and stepped out, coming around to open my door and extending a broad, warm hand to help me out. "Here, right this way."He led me toward a set of silver doors set into the concrete wall. Tapping a black security card against the surface, he then pressed his thumb onto a glowing biometric scanner. A quiet beep echoed through the garage, and the heavy elevator doors slid open.Inside, there were no floor buttons. Just a single chrome panel and mirrored walls.The doors clicked shut, trapping us in the small metal box. The hum of the lift going up was the only sound in the suffocating silence, the air thick with his scent and the unspoken promises hanging between us.Ding.The ele

Rick’s POVSamantha stared at me across the glowing candles, her glass hovering halfway to her lips as she digested my answer."Depends on who you ask," I had said. But as much as I loved teasing her, the playful edge in the room was rapidly dying out, replaced by the heavy reality I couldn't keep from her anymore.I set my fork down with a quiet clink against the plate."Samantha... there’s a reason I’m telling you all of this tonight," I said, my tone dropping into a low, deadly register. "It’s not just about my past. It’s about right now."She set her glass down, her brows pulling together. "What do you mean?""I like you... a lot. And I know I might not be the perfect gentleman, but I'm going to be the perfect man for you."Her breath hitched in her throat, her chest rising sharply beneath my oversized hoodie."My life is complicated, but it can be beautiful, too," I continued. My face darkened, the gravity of what I was about to ask settling thick between us. "Taking you to my be

Samantha’s POV"I trust you."Those three words slipped past my lips before I could overthink them. But I meant every single syllable."When I was little, my dad used to drink a lot," I said quietly, looking down at my hands. "Whenever he drank like that and came back home, he would hit my mum... then me."I stopped for a moment, the ghost of those old fears tightening my throat.Rick moved toward me and handed me the warm mug."Thanks," I murmured, taking it from him. The heat radiating off the ceramic warmed my cold palms. I took a slow sip, letting the heat settle in my chest."For a long time, I thought that was just how families were. Dysfunctional," I continued, staring into the dark amber liquid. "But when I grew older, I realized it wasn't. One night, he drank so much he fell into a ditch and drowned."I took another sip of the tea. It really was calming, taking the edge off the sharp tremors in my hands."My mum died a year later. Turns out she had been battling cancer on her

Rick's POV "Still no word from them?""None, boss," Kepter answered, standing by the edge of the heavy oak table."Hmm... interesting," I murmured, my index finger slowly tracing the rim of my glass, watching the amber liquid swirl against the crystal."We all know the Jackals like to play dirty," Chase chimed in, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "So their silence certainly means something."I glanced up. That was probably the longest sentence Chase had uttered since he walked through the door today. He wasn't wrong, though. Don Pedro and his Jackals didn't just go quiet out of goodwill—a quiet enemy was usually an enemy already setting a trap."We hold the event as planned," I said, my voice carrying a low, gravelly steel that instantly locked the room into attention. "Get everything ready. I need all of you surrounding the town square until it's wrapped up. Make sure every single corner is secure. The safety of our town is our priority.""Consider it done," Kept