EIGHTY

AREŚAs soon as I step back into the manor, the silence feels different. It’s not cold or empty, just... still. My boots echo through the hallway, the blood already drying on them, the scent of gasoline and sweat clinging to me. I should shower. I should clean up the wound on my side that reopened on the drive back. There’s a lot I should do. But I don’t. I head straight to my room. Something draws me there, like gravity, instinct, or maybe just the need to see something that hasn’t bled out in front of me tonight.The door opens with a soft creak. And then I pause.She’s there. Jordyn.Fast asleep on my bed, curled on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek like a scene out of a dream. Resting on her chest, a perfect grey ball of fluff, is Ladro. His tiny pink paws twitch with each purring breath, and her other hand rests on his back, fingers entwined in his fur.A quiet hitch rises in my chest. She’s still wearing the purple dress from this morning, her hair slightly tousled, her f

Huling Na-update : 2026-10-13

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EIGHTY-ONE

AREŚ If this is all I get, if this is the closest I can ever come to having her, I’ll take it.Every exhale. Every inch. Every quiet breath she gives me. I'll take it all. The water at our feet runs red. Not hers. Not mine. The runner’s. The last of his blood, mixed with sweat and everything I couldn’t scrub away alone, washed from my skin by her hands.She sets the cloth aside, and for a moment we simply stand there as the steam thickens around us, water drumming against the tiles, our breaths mingling in the humid air. Her lashes are wet, her cheeks flushed pink from the heat, but her eyes never leave mine.I reach out, fingers grazing her wrist, then tug gently, and she steps forward without hesitation, sliding under the spray so her bare feet brush mine. The water hits her hair first, darkening each strand, curling it against her shoulders. Then it soaks her dress, once sh

Huling Na-update : 2026-10-14

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EIGHTY-TWO

AREŚ“I want to taste you.”The words hang there, heavy and electric, and I swear my fucking soul leaves my body for a second. She doesn’t say it like she’s trying to seduce me. No, this is something else entirely. It’s a plea, a demand, a fucking prayer all rolled into one. “Teach me, Areś.”Jesus. My name on her lips is a goddamn revelation. I’m frozen, my breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. She’s kneeling there, soaked and perfect, her small hands resting on her thighs like she’s waiting for me to give her the world. And fuck, I want to. I want to give her everything. I reach down, my fingers trembling as they thread through her wet hair. It’s soft and silken even when wet, and I cradle the back of her head. My thumb brushes the edge of her jaw, and I feel her shiver under my touch. Her skin is warm, slick wi

Huling Na-update : 2026-10-14

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EIGHTY-THREE

JORDYNI’ve never done this before. Only let my thoughts drift far enough to imagine what it would feel like, what he would taste like. And now, with him trembling under my touch, one hand buried in my hair and the other clenched on the glass door like he’s holding onto the last thread of control, I understand why this moment isn’t something people forget.He tastes like salt and skin, like heat and power stripped bare. The sharp tang of him is unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, intoxicating in its own way. He feels like velvet over steel on my tongue, every twitch and pulse a new discovery. I feel him come undone in the most primal, vulnerable way….and I’m the reason.Me.My lips slide, guided more by instinct than experience, but I can feel it, feel him, reacting to every flick of my tongue, every slow pull that draws another guttural sound from deep in his chest. It’s not just arousal in his voice; it’s exaltation. Like he didn’t expect this. Like he never lets go, but somehow... he

Huling Na-update : 2026-10-15

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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruined by The Mafia Heir : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 84

EIGHTY

EIGHTY-ONE

EIGHTY-TWO

EIGHTY-THREE