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My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

Chapter 4: Kitchen Fire The days had melted together into one long, feverish haze. Mornings started with stolen glances over breakfast, afternoons dissolved into quick, desperate fucks against walls or on the floor, nights bled into slow, grinding sessions that left them both wrecked and still wanting. No conversations about what this meant. No guilt trips. Just skin on skin, breath on breath, the constant throb of need that never quite eased.

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This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

Somewhere down the long, sterile hallway, a monitor continued its fragile, steady beeping. Noah was alive. For now. But none of them knew what would happen when he finally opened his eyes. Would he remember the accident? Would he remember the fight that sent him driving into the rain? Would he still look at Ethan the same way? Or would the fragile new world they had built together shatter completely under the weight of secrets, guilt, and the simple, devastating truth that some loves come with a price too high to pay? The rain continued to fall outside, relentless and indifferent.

'What are you talking about? He advanced, grabbing my arms, pinning me against the tiled wall. His breath was hot on my face, eyes wild. 'Don't play dumb, Delilah. I saw the way he looks at you—like he wants to devour you. And you? You light up like a whore in heat every time he's near.' His grip tightened, bruising, but it only sent heat pooling between my legs.

"You feel like I'm never going to want to stop." "Then don't stop," I gasp. "Don't ever stop..." His hands find my hips and he drives in harder. The desk shifts and I grab it and brace and take every stroke, pushing back for more and his breathing goes ragged as his rhythm builds into something harder and more urgent and less controlled. "Yes!" I cry. "Yes, Daddy, harder, please..." "You want it harder, baby girl?" He drives in to prove the point and I cry out. "Like that?"