Heated Pleasure
She pressed her forehead against the metal pole, the rough texture grounding her as sobs wracked her frame, raw and unfiltered.
Headlights pierced the gloom, slowing to a crawl beside her. The window descended with a soft whir, and a voice emerged from the shadows, familiar in a way that twisted her gut. 'Well, well, what do we have here?' It was Riven—Thorne's shadow, the man whose name alone could ignite fury in her former lover's eyes. Riven, with his unyielding ambition and quiet intensity, had always been the rival Thorne couldn't eclipse, a constant reminder of paths not taken. Liora lifted her head, water streaming down her cheeks, meeting his gaze. Those dark eyes, framed by rain-sli
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