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“I’ll wring Greene's neck if he harms Hwan any more than he already has. We need to figure out the story we’ll tell to get in and get out.” “I know, just let me eat something to help me think. Shit, I wonder how Maya dated that psycho.” I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. “Don't make me remember that, I might do Earth a favour and actually kill him.” “Speaking of Maya, did the injury heal up?” Henry asked as he reached for a carton of milk. The apple on its way to my mouth froze mid-air. “What injury?” I asked carefully. He spun around and gaped at me like I had just uttered to dumbest thing he had ever heard.

Of course I couldn’t see him anywhere. “Nah, he’s used to it, I don’t know how the boy does it but it's that … other side of him. Gives him lots of energy,” she said. I watched her move around the kitchen almost as if in a dance, she looked so at ease and so happy. “But you did it! You done took his money, YOU LIED NOW YOU CAUGHT,” Henry yelled from the next room. “Keep it down will you! It’s all fake anyways. That man and his dang court tv,” she said, shaking her head.

Xavier**** The grip around my neck tightened, and panic surged through me like wildfire. Henry’s hands, once a source of warmth and protection, had become a vice, his fingers pressing into my skin with an unnatural strength. His eyes—golden and wild—held no trace of the mate I had fought for, the mate I had desperately tried to save. The demons that plagued his mind had claimed him completely, twisting him into something unrecognizable.

I could feel every inch of his hard body pressed against me the same body I had tried so hard to forget. Henry’s voice dropped even lower, dangerous and rough. “You have no idea what you’ve just walked into, Silver.” His eyes flicked down to my lips for a split second before returning to my face, dark and intense. The shouting in the background had stopped. The two suited men were probably watching now, but Henry didn’t seem to care. I swallowed hard, trapped between fear and that stupid, unwanted spark of heat low in my belly. This was bad. Really bad. And the way Henry was looking at me right now… it felt like the real danger had only just begun.

Why did I seem to like the danger Henry brought? "You're brave enough to refuse, but your body is lying," Henry whispered, his voice deep and full of mockery. Henry licked my ear as his hand held my breast and gently massaged it. From my ear, Henry immediately leaned down, simultaneously lifting my blouse and lowering my bra, and without hesitation, he clamped his mouth onto my breast. I gripped his polo shirt. I felt the weakness in my knees from the intense tickling and pleasure brought by Henry’s sinful tongue. If I weren't leaning against the wall and held by Henry, I might have collapsed to the floor.

His touch was like a cold, clammy vice, and it brought back all the horrible memories of when he had tried to take advantage of me and Jane in the woods. As Henry's fingers dug deeper into my skin, I couldn't help but think that I would rather be with Damian, despite the danger that lurked beneath his surface. At least with Damian, I felt a twisted sense of safety, a sense that he wouldn't hurt me without a reason. Henry, on the other hand, was a wild card, a psychopath with no conscience and no qualms about hurting those around him. "Hey, why complaining, my love? Didn't you miss me?" Henry's voice was like a snake slithering through the grass, making my skin crawl. His smile was repulsive, and I felt like throwing up.

Let me know immediately. ‘What I have been trying to tell you is that I am capable of taking care of myself, don't worry about me.’ I assured him. ‘Henry has men at his disposal. Men that are willing to pave ways for him even if it means taking lives. If you have any funny ideas in that tiny cute head of yours terminate it.’ If he wanted his words to scare me then it was mission accomplished. ‘can you see why I never wanted you to work with Henry from the get go? That man may not seem like it but he is dangerous.'

The words died in my throat, I gasped, nails digging into the leather seat as the toy inside me hummed back to life, sending shivers through me. My eyes darted to Damian, a sly grin spreading across his face as he tapped at his phone. That slimy jerk was at it again, and not just that, he was doing it right in front of Henry. Bold as hell. Was that why he didn’t swing back when Henry hit him? He knew exactly how to hit Henry where it hurt most, and after tonight, I doubted Henry would have any pride left to cling to. A small, wicked smile tugged at my lips.

When I was sure he was about to come I quickly took my hand off his cock. Henry’s eyes snapped open in shock, “w…what….” He sounds breathless. He grabbed my hand but I moved back. “What was that for?” He finally asked after getting himself back. “A taste of your own medicine,” I replied and intended to climb down from the bed. But Henry was not letting me go anywhere, he grabbed me by my waist and placed my ass back on the bed. “I didn’t say we were done yet baby,” his voice sounded more dangerous than it first did and I wasn’t going to lie seeing Henry act this way scared me.

Olivia’s POV When the screaming stopped, and Damien’s eyes returned to their normal red hue, Henry immediately apologized to Damien, “I’m sorry, Damien. Truly. That was so foolish of me. Of course your pet is yours alone. Forgive me.” The pain seemed to have entirely sobered him. “I was hungry,” he continued. “I lost myself for a moment.” Turning to Lucy, he exposed his fangs once more. Lucy paled, her eyes widening in fear, as Henry lurched forward and clasped his mouth to her neck.

Daniel responded as he rubbed my cheek with his hand, making me pull away mine from his hair as I kept it on top of his large hand placed on my cheek. "Daniel, that's dangerous. What if they would be caught by some vampires like the day when we first met? Henry and Petroka could have gotten killed." I sounded my thoughts out as I got up, sat straight and turned around, looking him in the eye with worry filled in mine.

His face twisted, not with anger, but with a kind of wounded betrayal that felt far more dangerous. “Don’t say his name.” Elena stiffened. She gulped. She saw how Henry was beaten to a pulp by Zachary's men in the orphanage months ago. Henry was her bestfriend, a gentle men, he would never dare to hit a fly. But now, he loooked nothing like that. She was afraid, yes. But not to Zachary. But to him. Henry rose abruptly, pacing once before turning to her with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Risky. Especially with legs like yours. Someone might follow.” Helena froze. “Back off.” Henry tilted his head, eyes dragging over her frame with an unashamed hunger. “What? I’m just saying—beautiful girls like you shouldn’t be left unsupervised.” She stepped away, heart racing now. But Henry grabbed her wrist—not hard, but firm. “I like a little fight,” he whispered. “Makes it more fun.” Then— “Let her go.” The voice was lethal. Cold. And far too familiar. Greg.

He didn't know that Hana had seen it all from behind. From behind Jackson, each fireball rushed forward and swallowed the entire whirlwind of wind that surrounded Henry. Henry's pathetically disheveled form appearing in front of Hana made her angry. Henry is ready to forego his future and his own life to protect her when she is in imminent danger of death. And Jackson is a mysterious person; he likes to go will go, and he likes to come will come.

She swallowed, oh hell, she was in big trouble now, she placed her hand in his and allowed him to lead her out of the room amidst the angry vexations of the Kings, the evil glare of the lady and the mix of stunned and pained emotions on Jasper’s face. “I’m going to give you a head start, to prepare yourself, five seconds only to run to safety”. “or what?”. “or I will ram my cock into you wherever I find you”. “you wouldn’t dare”, Dianne gasped. “would I”, he brought her hand to his raging cock, “I believe this is answer enough”. Dianne withdrew her hand as if scalded by a hot knife. “no more questions, Princess, do as I say and run!”, he said.

Her voice sharpened, and both of her sons—because Elison had wandered close enough to be caught in the blast radius—physically flinched and scrambled toward her like children awaiting punishment, though neither of them would ever admit that out loud. "Same," Heinz croaked, standing shoulder to shoulder with his brother in silent solidarity. Adira studied them both for a long moment before turning her attention back to her eldest. "So. Where is your girlfriend, Heinz?" "Uh—mom. She's, um. She's in her house." "Oh, really?" A slow, dangerous smile. "Bring her home tomorrow, then." "WHAT?" Heinz nearly choked. "I mean—why, mom?" He never got an answer, because at that exact moment, Adira's hand had already found the nearest sharp object on the side table—a decorative blade that had absolutely no business being decorative—and she flung it in his direction with the casual precision of someone swatting a fly.

We breached most of his fucking rules. “Thank god you are not stupid and you can learn. Seeing you like this makes me a little at ease, you are not one of those silly girls who thinks they can change him or some shit. The man is my closest friend since forever but I fucking know that he is dangerous, hell even I get scared of him sometimes. My friend is a sick, possessive bastard who would kill his favorite toy but not give it or let anyone have it. When you get the chance, you should leave and never look back.”

He is really trying to his best not just to impress Catherine but to make Catherine like but with every attempt, it seems to pull Catherine further away from him. ​"Are you angry? Do you feel wronged? If you really want to be accepted into this family, you have to kill me." Catherine says in a challenging tone. She knows he does not have it one bit to harm her. Fear clouds Francis' face. There's no way he could that. Despite the abuse he has faced in this house, he has never once felt like harming any member of this family, his family. Catherine smirks before she goes to her bedroom. What a weakling.

The night becomes less about crossing one line and more about feeling how many lines are already gone. They move slowly when they need to. They stop when one of them forgets how to breathe. Adrian asks with his hands, his mouth, the restraint in his body whenever Julian tenses. Julian answers by pulling him closer, by touching him first, by letting the wanting become real, and then hating how real it feels. There is fear in it. Fear of the hallway. Fear of the morning. Fear of Celeste’s name waiting in Adrian’s phone. Fear of becoming a secret so warm and beautiful that Julian forgets to hate the hiding.

“What does he look like?” Anja queried, attempting to ignore the raise of Sienna’s perfectly manicured eyebrows as petite hands nudged an empty glass in Anja’s direction. “I’m not your damn sommelier.” “Uh, tall, muscular, shaved head, brown eyes, nose that looks like it’s been punched a few times…” She trailed off, taking a tentative sip of her wine in an attempt to stop herself. She could’ve talked about the dimple buried between the bristles of his chin or the gentle bow outlining his ruddy upper lip, about his broad, rugged hands or the deep, chiseled lines etched beneath the fabric of his shirt, but the disgusted look breaching Sienna’s ivory skin snapped her back to reality. Elford’s words echoed forebodingly; He is dangerous. Far more dangerous than you could imagine. Yet she’d spend all night dreaming of him – lustful earthen eyes observing her, the heat from his rough palm against the small of her back, how her heart had thrummed rhythmically at the sight of him.