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MILES’ POVI watch Dad stroll toward the mini wine cellar in his study while I stand in front of his desk, waiting and bored out of my fucking mind.I already know why he brought me here, and I would’ve appreciated it if he just cut straight to the chase. But of course, that would be too easy.He’d rather drag it out, as always.The silence stretches between us, broken only by the sound of him pouring himself a glass of alcohol before throwing it down his throat and placing the glass back on the counter.“You know, I do have important shit to do,” I say, watching him walk back toward his desk as he slowly removes his suit jacket. “Could you do me a favor and be fast with whatever the hell you plan to do—?”The words barely leave my mouth before his fist connects with my jaw.My head snaps to the side, and the force of the punch is enough to make my vision go completely blank for a couple of seconds. When it finally returns, I blink several times, trying to clear the haze.My fingers

MILES’ POV“Are you okay, Noah?”The second I get close enough, the bastard who’d been dragging her lets go and bolts.I go after him immediately, catching him in a few long strides. The moment I reach him, I loop an arm around his throat, and yank him backward hard enough that his feet nearly leave the ground. He grunts and tries to kick me in a pathetic attempt. I dodge it and drive my heel into the back of his knee. His leg buckles and he drops.“What the fuck did you do to her?” I snarl, keeping the pressure tight against his neck. He thrashes, choking on whatever excuse he’s trying to form. Behind me I hear Noah’s broken sobs. The sound turns the heat in my blood into hot molten lava.I spin him around by the collar so he’s forced to look at me.“Were you trying to force yourself on her?”“I… I swear I wasn’t—”My fist cuts the rest of the sentence off, the crack of bone under my knuckles satisfying. The fear in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. I saw enough from t

NOAH’S POVMy eyes fly open the second Miles’s mouth crashes against mine.The kiss is deep and hungry, nothing careful about it. His fingers curl lightly around the side of my neck, holding me in place as he presses harder, devouring my mouth like he’s been starving for it. Heat tears through me so fast it steals my breath. His lips are hot, insistent, tasting faintly of desperacy. For one dangerous second I almost melt into it and let my body answer the demand in his.Then my brain immediately catches up.What the hell is he doing?I can’t taste or smell any alcohol on his breath, which means he’s not drunk. So why is he suddenly acting this way out of the blues?Forcing my palms against his chest, I shove him back with everything I have.“What’s wrong with you?” I search his face, still half-dazed. My lips are already tingling, swollen from the force of his mouth.Miles’s expression darkens. His eyes look harder and blacker than I’ve ever seen them. Before I can step away, he s

NOAH’S POVThe warning in Miles’s voice should scare me. It should make me shove him off and run. Instead it only feeds the fire already burning under my skin. My nipples ache against the lace of my bra, hard and sensitive. My panties are soaked through, clinging to me with every small shift of my hips.A long, shaky breath leaves my mouth as he drops his head to the side of my neck. His lips find the most sensitive spots along the column of my throat and open there. Hot, intentional kisses that make my knees threaten to buckle. At the same time his hand finishes the zipper. Cool air rushes over my bare back as he exposes my skin.A sudden wave of shyness hits me hard, heat flooding my cheeks at the thought of how exposed I am.“Miles… I… I can’t…”I’m not even sure if the words are protest or raw need. Before I can decide, his mouth moves higher. He catches my earlobe between his teeth, then soothes it with the slow drag of his tongue. The sensation shoots straight down my spine,

TIFFANY’S POV“Uh… I…” Noah’s fingers fly to the side of her neck. Her eyes dart around the way they always do when she’s been caught. In the next second she sweeps her hair forward, letting the waves cover the mark completely. Then she offers me a small smile that is obviously forced. “It’s nothing. Just… a reaction.”“A reaction?” I fold my arms, genuinely impressed by how bad the lie is.“Yes. I’m really tired, Mom. I’ll talk to you later.”She’s gone before I can say another word, disappearing down the hallway toward her old bedroom. I watch her go and let out a quiet scoff.What does she take me for? Some clueless older woman who can’t tell the difference between a hickey and a random skin reaction?The question of how she got it settles heavily in my chest, and the uneasiness that follows is immediate.Was it Miles? Did he touch her?“Oh God.” I have to sit down on the nearest couch. The thought of him getting physical with Noah makes every muscle in my body lock. I can’t