The IronClad Vow
The air in the penthouse was thick with unspoken words and the lingering heat of a shared victory. He stood before her, the ice in his gaze finally melted, revealing a raw vulnerability that stole the breath from her lungs.
“This wasn’t part of the contract,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress as his thumb traced the line of her jaw.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird against the gilded cage of their agreement. “I know.”
His fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her face up to his. The world narrowed to the space between them, to the shocking warmth of his skin against hers. “Then tell me to stop, Ivy. Give me the rules. Give me the clause.”
She
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