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I hate her

AaronThe bass at Obsidian came up through the floor and settled behind my eyes.I hated clubs. The noise. The bodies. Cheap perfume over expensive mistakes.But Ryan was in town for a board meeting. Ever since he married Mila and found something like peace, he had made it his job to drag me out of my office every few months and make sure I hadn't turned into a sociopath.He never sounded hopeful.We sat in the VIP lounge above the dance floor, behind a velvet rope and a bouncer the size of a vending machine."I don't hate her," I said.Ryan leaned back in the booth with his bourbon. "I didn't say you did.""Hate takes effort.""Uh-huh." He took a slow sip. "That's the third time you've brought her up in twenty minutes.""She's a liability.""She's a liability you've spent two days protecting." He pointed his glass at me. "You bought Vale's debt. You spooked three of Vance's donors. You didn't turn her down, Aaron. You took over her war.""I'm protecting my company.""Elena says you h

Last Updated : 2026-10-24

Too hot

Aaron She groaned against my chest. "I am going to kill you," I told her in a low tone. "Methodically." "Don't be mad." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Too loud down here. Head hurts." She looked up at me, hazy and suddenly insistent. "Take me upstairs." "I'm putting you in a cab." "No." Her nails dug into my forearms. The grip was shockingly strong. The panic in her eyes cut right through the fog. "No cabs. No street. Upstairs, Aaron. Now." I studied her face for a while. Even this messy, she was a Vance. The panic was real but there was something sharp hiding right behind it. Was she hiding from one of her father's men? Was this a trap? I ran twelve versions of the next hour in my head. Every single one ended badly. Walk away, logic said. "Fine..." I said anyway. The private suites on Obsidian's top floor were soundproofed, freezing cold and lit like the inside of a whiskey glass. I kicked the door shut behind us and threw the deadbolt.

Last Updated : 2026-10-27

Checkmate

AaronFor one agonizing second, my brain screamed at me to stop her. With all the shreds of control I had, I pulled back, breaking the contact just enough to breathe. My hands shot up, gripping her bare arms to push her away.But I didn't push. I couldn't.I looked down into her eyes. They were wide, dark, and waiting. The air between us felt heavy, electric, pulling me in. I swallowed hard, the muscles in my throat tight, every single instinct going to war with the soft heat of her skin under my hands.“Wylder.” She whispered my name and my control shattered.My hands slid from her arms, clamping hard onto the bare skin of her hips, right at the edge of her panties. I spun us around, slamming her back against the heavy oak door.I brought my mouth down on hers and kissed her like a man who had been starving.It wasn't a soft kiss. It was a war. My tongue swept past her lips, tasting the heat of her, demanding everything. She made a quiet, desperate sound in her throat and arche

Last Updated : 2026-10-27

Prenup

RavenI gripped the pen tight so he wouldn't see my fingers shaking.Checkmate.I had practiced that word for two whole days. I knew exactly what his face was supposed to do. The shock. The panic. The scramble for control.His face didn't do any of it.Aaron Wylder stood in the dead center of the room. Bare-chested. Breathing slow and deep. He didn't move. He didn't shout. He didn't lunge for the camera. He just watched me, his dark eyes tracking the rapid rise and fall of my chest.Then he smiled.It wasn't a smile that meant defeat. It was a predator's smile. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run."Checkmate," he repeated softly, like he was tasting the word.He dropped the jacket as he took a slow step toward me.My gaze betrayed me, dropping briefly to the sharp V of his hip. The dark Italian script I had noticed before curved just above his belt line.Tutto o niente.I had no idea what they meant. I had almost asked him earlier. Almost.But Aaron Wylder wasn’t the kind

Last Updated : 2026-10-28

Items

AaronThe elevator opened straight into my penthouse.Raven stepped out barefoot, her heels hooked on two fingers and my spare jacket over her shoulders. Hayes had brought clothes up to the suite at Obsidian. She had refused every one of them and taken my jacket instead. She hadn't asked.She was collecting them now.She stopped in the middle of the living room and turned in a slow circle. Glass. Stone. The city spread out forty floors below us, still wet."Do you live here," she said, "or is this where you keep the furniture?""Both."She ran a finger along the back of my sofa as if she were checking for dust. There wasn't any. She looked almost disappointed.I hadn't changed. My shirt hung open and ruined, and it smelled like apples. I didn't trust myself to leave her alone with my desk long enough to fix that.The desk stood by the window. Glass top. Steel legs. Nothing on it but a lamp, a pen and a yellow legal pad.Lawyers would make it pretty in the morning. Tonight, it would

Last Updated : 2026-10-31

Leash

RavenGood girl.The ink was still wet on his glass desk, and he had already put a leash on me.The nerve of him. Standing there in his ruined, unbuttoned shirt, looking at me like a man who had just bought something wild and expensive and was deciding which room to keep it in.It burned straight through the exhaustion. Through the grief. Through everything.I straightened in the chair."Call me that again," I said quietly, "and you will find out what antifreeze tastes like in your breakfast."He didn't flinch. He didn't even blink.Something dark and amused moved behind his eyes. He leaned down, one hand flat on the glass, right back in my space."I have a chef," he said."Chefs can be bribed.""Keep the hostility." He straightened. "You'll need it for your father's lawyers."He checked the heavy silver watch on his wrist and just like that, the monster was gone. The CEO was back."Master suite. Down the hall, on the left. Hayes had things sent up." He picked up his phone. "I have ca

Last Updated : 2026-10-31

Feral cat

AaronPower is quiet. It doesn't scream and it doesn't throw a crystal vase across a living room at six in the morning.I didn't look up from my tablet.The vase hit the oak paneling three inches from the kitchen island and exploded. Glass skittered across the marble. The sound bounced off the ceiling like a gunshot.I took a sip of black coffee and scrolled to the next briefing."That was from Prague," I said. "My designer will invoice you.""Invoice this, Wylder."She stood in the middle of my living room with her hair a wild mess down her back. She was wearing one of my white dress shirts, sleeves shoved to the elbows, over a pair of jeans from her saddlebags. She had refused every silk thing in that closet. Hayes had brought her Ducati over from Obsidian at four this morning, as agreed. Garage level two.She looked completely, magnificently wrong in my penthouse. Like an alley cat in a museum."Your thugs put a boot on my bike," she said, stalking toward the kitchen island. "And

Last Updated : 2026-10-31

When I bite

RavenI slammed the bedroom door so hard the windows hummed.Then I leaned back against it and breathed.Bastard.My wrists were still pink where he had pinned them to the glass. They didn't hurt. That was almost worse. He hadn't needed to hurt me. He had just held on until I remembered who was holding the leash.Almost.I touched my bottom lip. It still remembered Obsidian. He could play the machine all he wanted but I had heard the sound he made against my mouth when he put me against that door. I had felt his heart slamming when I pressed myself to his back.The Ice King was flammable. He just spent a fortune on armor to hide it.Three garment bags hung in the dressing room, each stamped with the gold logo of some boutique on Kingsley Avenue.I unzipped the first one.Ivory silk. Knee-length. A neckline a nun would approve of. The exact dress for a sorry, humbled senator's daughter who had finally found a rich man to stand behind."Not a fucking chance, CEO," I muttered.I unzipped

Last Updated : 2026-10-31

For his blessing

AaronThe drive to the Capitol Club took twelve minutes.Twelve minutes of silence in the back of the Maybach, with the partition up between us and Thomas and Elena. The rain had stopped. The streets were slick and gray.Raven didn't look out the window. She sat with her spine straight and her hands in her lap, like a soldier on the way to the front.I checked my watch.7:59."Are you breathing, Ms. Vance?"She turned her head. Her dark mouth curved. "Conserving energy. It takes a lot of work not to stab you in the neck.""Save it for your father." I adjusted my cuffs. "In thirty seconds, you're the most famous woman in this city. Don't flinch. Don't look away.""I know how to play the game.""You know street games." I shifted closer until our shoulders touched. "This is different. Out there, you're mine. You stay at my side."She opened her mouth to argue.My phone buzzed in my jacket. A second later, her clutch lit up. Then the screen in the back of the seat in front of us flashed r

Last Updated : 2026-10-31

You know

RavenThe dining hall was so quiet I could hear the ice melting in the water glasses.Dozens of the most powerful people in the city stared at us with their phones glowing in their hands. The room smelled like coffee and cologne and panic.I looked at the podium.My father looked like a man who had just stepped on a landmine and was waiting to find out if he still had legs. The silver hair. The flag pin. The smile he wore for cameras. All of it was still there. None of it was working."Raven," he said. The microphone barely caught it. His hands were locked on the podium. "What is the meaning of this?"I didn't look down.For the first time in my life, I wasn't Marcus Vance's problem daughter. I was the woman holding the detonator.I leaned into Aaron until my shoulder pressed against his chest. Then I gave my father the brightest smile I owned."I'm sorry we couldn't tell you sooner, Daddy," I said. Sweet as poison. "Aaron's a very private man. But we couldn't keep it a secret anymore

Last Updated : 2026-10-31

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