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“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

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Still locked on my little Rebel on her knees in front of me. I slam my palm down on the emergency stop button. The treadmill belt screeches to a violent halt beneath me, nearly throwing me forward. I grip the handles hard enough that the metal groans, chest heaving, my cock already half-hard and pressing uncomfortably against the tight fabric from just the memory. “Fuck.” The silence rushes back in after my curses is heavier than before. Meeka. That woman, that name entirely is going to be the death of me. She drove me absolutely, teeth-grindingly insane—a feat no other woman has ever managed to pull off.

: Craving My Best Friend’s Forbidden Daddy Chapter 2 The drive back to the Voss mansion was pure torture. Elena passed out in the backseat almost immediately, her head lolling against the window, soft snores mixing with the low hum of the engine. I sat shotgun, my short skirt riding up my thighs, the leather seat cool against my bare skin. Mr. Voss gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles white, eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. But every few seconds his gaze flicked to me, hungry and raw.

I couldn't understand why my body seemed to betray my better judgment. Grasping my hands on the steering wheel, Deangelo leaned in, his breath caressing my ear as he murmured instructions. I struggled to focus, his closeness and scent overwhelming my senses. I was too distracted by the traitorous tingles to think straight. Slowly, he drove the car forward, guiding me down the private road. But as he released my hands, I suddenly panicked, losing control of the car. It careened toward a towering tree, and I began to scream.

And after that, I stepped out and slipped into the waiting car. “Take me home, please,” I murmured. Silence. I looked up, and my blood ran cold. The driver was different. His eyes met mine through the rearview mirror, and he smirked. “What are you doing?” I demanded as the car sped up. No response. I texted my grandmother: “Something’s wrong, this is not my driver.” Her reply was immediate: “Get out. Now!” I lunged forward, grabbing the driver’s hair and yanking hard. The car swerved, as his curses filled the air, but I didn’t stop. My adrenaline surged, and with a final push, I slammed his head against the steering wheel.

I leaned over and placed two fingers under her nose. Still breathing. Thank goodness. What was I doing? What had I done? She had begged me to stop. And I hadn’t. I ignored her trembling voice, her shaking limbs, and lost myself in my own damn lust. I crossed a line. No, I tore it in two. I slammed my fist on the steering wheel and started the engine. I drove like a madman, tires screeching down silent roads. The suite wasn’t far I hadn't thought I’d be needing it like this. Not like this.

Chapter 11: Fire and Secrets ANNABEL I was in my room. The driver dropped me off hours ago, and I couldn’t stop the giggle slipping from my throat. My pussy was still dripping, soaked from the wild, fucking insane sex I just had. The driver came to get me, and honest to god, I didn’t want to leave.

My heart pounded as the tinted window lowered slightly. “What the hell?!” I yelled, anger and nerves spilling out. “Do you not know how to drive? You almost killed me, you idiot!” No answer. Just silence. My hands trembled as I stepped closer, glaring. “Whoever you are, you need to open your damn eyes instead of speeding like a maniac...” I cursed. Yes. This was me, whenever I get frustrated and confused. "Move away!" I barked. Then my gaze fell on the license plate.

Yet, the driver remained motionless, his gaze fixed straight ahead as if oblivious to my presence and my plea for assistance. “Danger,” my wolf’s voice echoed in my mind, a warning that sent shivers down my spine. The scent that filled the air was all too familiar, but it carried an unmistakable aura of peril. With caution, I slowly extended my trembling hand and gently touched the driver’s shoulder, hoping to rouse him from his trance-like state. “H-Hey,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. As the driver gradually turned his head to face me, a wave of shock coursed through my veins, causing me to involuntarily drop the paper I had been clutching onto the ground.