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The rain hammered harder against the windows, the room feeling smaller and more dangerous with every word. My body reacted with strong nipples aching pussy throbbing with fresh heat and the dizzy edge of morning sickness mixing in. I wanted to crawl across to him right then risk everything but Alex’s arm tightened around me in his sleep and Olivia sighed softly on Ben’s chest. The tension stretched tight between us like a wire about to snap our whispers full of dirty promises and heavy secrets. Lightning flashed again illuminating Ben’s face full of that protective hunger and forbidden lust. My heart raced faster wondering if the storm would cover us or if one wrong sound would wake them and

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

I could feel him melting, his walls crumbling as he succumbed to the connection. I reveled in the taste of his fear mingling with desire, a potent mixture that only deepened my hunger. 14 ELIAS In that kiss, everything shifted. I was enveloped in her essence, the darkness wrapping around me like a lover’s embrace. The weight of my reality slipped away, replaced by an intoxicating high. I felt her power coursing through me, merging our souls into one chaotic tempest. The shadows danced, swirling around us as our connection deepened. I had never experienced anything like it—the pleasure mingled with pain, each sensation heightened to an almost unbearable degree.

And maybe, though I'd never admit it out loud for the little girl with terrified eyes who'd watched her whole world burn. --- ★ Cassie's POV ★ I woke to the sound of rain against glass and the unfamiliar softness of expensive sheets. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Then it all came rushing back. Sam's threats, the desperate escape through the storm, the collision with a stranger, strong arms catching me before I fell. Rafael. I sat up slowly, my body aching from the night's ordeal. I was in a large bedroom with minimalist decor, dark woods, clean lines, floor-to-ceiling windows showing a view of the city I didn't recognize.

I was hot and bothered. I rushed to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. It didn’t help. My breathing only deepened, and I felt a throbbing sensation between my legs. What was wrong with me? I jumped into the shower stall and turned on the nozzle. Ice-cold water bit at my skin, but I welcomed it, wanting those unfamiliar sensations to disappear from my body. But it didn’t work. I needed release. I shut my eyes, but all I could see were images of Lorenzo and me, making love like in my dream. The throbbing increased and my heart rate sped up.

I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me. The woman had a long dark wavey hair, and deep green eyes just like the ocean. Ruby's body pressed against mine in a way that was all performance. Asides Raven, Ruby was my best girl. She was a perfect distraction, a warm body to celebrate with. My thoughts ran back to Damien Blackwood. The untouchable CEO, the man who thought he owned Manhattan. Captured like a rat in a trap by me. The ambush had been perfect, and my men had hauled him ou

“A secret affair, a younger, volatile lover. Maybe he wanted more, she wanted out. Things get heated. He snaps, strangles her, stages a drowning. Panics and leaves.” “Or,” Omondi mused, staring down the empty corridor, “the husband found out. That is a classic crime of passion. But the lack of rage in the scene… the neatness. That feels calculated. Like a message.” He turned to Auma. “First, we find Adrian Vale. He’s our best link. Then, we have the unpleasant task of informing the husband that his wife is dead, and she wasn’t alone.” Auma nodded, her expression grim. “Imagine that knock on the door. Your world ends, and then you find out it was already broken. Some things are just rotten. I

The pressure was too much, his eyes felt like they were piercing a hole in my soul and my heart rate kept increasing the closer he got. “Good morning sir.” I stuttered and his glare intensified as he walked faster and my back hit the wall. My breathing was erratic and I could hear my heart pounding loudly in my ears as he placed his hands on the wall imprisoning me. “Alessia Gonzalez. Who would have thought that my sample thief would just waltz into my building after running away from me!” Axel growled and my hands started to tremble at my sides. My breaths came out in shallow pants and my eyes fell to the ground as I avoided his cold and piercing gaze.