His Desire MY Weapon 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

I came home early.The key turned in the lock the way it always did, soft metal against metal, and the house exhaled its usual evening quiet—vanilla from the diffuser, the low hum of the refrigerator, the faint tick of the clock in the hallway. Three years of that quiet. Three years of folding his shirts the way he liked, of leaving my own name on the shelf so his could take up more space, of smiling when he said 'you’re the best thing that ever happened to me' while he was already planning the next time he would push my sister’s thighs apart.I set my bag down. My heels clicked once on the hardwood and then I stopped.Because the quiet wasn’t quiet at all.A low, wet sound. Skin meeting skin. A mattress complaining under weight. And then her voice—Hannah’s voice, the same soft one that used to ask me to braid her hair when we were girls—breaking open on a moan.“Harder, Gabriel… fuck, say my name.”I didn’t move. My hand stayed on the banister. The hallway stretched in front of me l

I went back the next morning because the documents were still in the house and I refused to leave even that piece of myself behind.The sun was already high, the kind of bright, indifferent light that made everything look clean. My body still carried the night—thighs sore, the faint ache between my legs a private reminder of how hard he had taken me against the glass, how thoroughly he had filled me until I forgot every name but the ones I refused to speak. I could still feel the ghost of his mouth on my throat, the bruises already blooming under my collar where he had bitten down while I came. Every step up the front walk pulled at those places. I welcomed the sting. It kept me sharp.Gabriel’s car was in the driveway. Of course it was. Hannah’s little silver one sat right beside it, parked at the careless angle she always used when she thought no one was watching. I unlocked the door with the key I had not yet thrown away and stepped into the same vanilla-scented quiet that had swal

I woke to the grey light of early morning and the solid heat of his body still curved around mine. Alexander’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breath steady against the back of my neck. Between my thighs I was tender and sticky with everything he had poured into me the night before. The ache felt earned. Necessary.My phone lit up on the nightstand with the address.I slipped out from under his arm without waking him, dressed in yesterday’s clothes, and left a single sentence on the hotel notepad: Tonight. Same place.The building was glass and steel in the financial district, the kind of quiet power I used to walk into without blinking. At exactly ten I stepped out of the elevator into a minimalist conference room. A woman in a severe black suit waited with a thin folder.“Ms. Vance,” she said, using the last name I had almost forgotten. “Thank you for coming. Certain parties have been monitoring the dissolution of your former company. Assets were undervalued. Contracts buried. Th