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he demanded. We glared at each other. My blue eyes were on his dark brown ones. I was pissed at him for ordering me around and I was sure he was angry at me because he could tell I was hiding something from him. But with his intoxicating touch and his penetrating stare, I felt the annoying chemistry between us. I had always been submissive in the bedroom, and Daniel’s tone and words turned me on, no matter how much my subconscious fought against it. Daniel and I wanted each other on a purely primal level. Even though we both hated each other, neither of us could help the attraction we felt. It was instinctual.

The scent wasn't some polished cologne, it was a chaotic, jarring mix of everything the accident left behind, laced with his own desperate heat. First, it was the weirdly pleasant tang of cold sweat and fresh blood, sharp and intense, immediately overridden by the thick, choking smell of burnt oil and scorching rubber clinging to his expensive leather jacket. Then, deeper, beneath the wreckage and the adrenaline, was the true him: a dark, animal anchor of smoke, expensive worn leather, and that specific, heavy musk he always carries, the one that makes me think of old bourbon and midnight meetings. It was raw, dangerous, and utterly necessary. It was the smell of a man who I had just cheated

It began with a knock. Not a guard. Not a servant. But Mikhail. He stood outside Zane’s door like a monument of war. His expression was unreadable, his voice clipped. “You’re wanted.” Zane didn’t ask where. He didn’t need to. He followed. They walked in silence through corridors that twisted like veins—passing tapestries of that reeked of old wealth, past doors that held screams and secrets behind them. The room they entered was underground. Cold, wide and lit by a circle of overhead lights that made the shadows look alive.

Chapter one : fucking her criminals Camila's heart raced as the rough hands of the three criminals cuffed her wrists behind her back. She was in a dimly lit alley, the stench of garbage and damp concrete filling her nostrils. The men surrounded her, their eyes glinting with a mix of danger and desire. She knew she was in trouble, but there was something thrilling about the uncertainty and the raw power they exuded. "Please," Camila whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don't want any trouble."

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Letting him watch while I take what’s his? My body is screaming for her. I can still feel the ghost of her hand on me. She’s right about one thing—the forbidden part is what’s making this so intense. I’ve fucked a hundred girls, but none of them made my blood catch fire like Lizzy does just by talking. She promised I’d break before Day Four. I want to say she’s wrong. I want to say I’m stronger than that. But as I sit here in this quiet house, I know the truth.

This ins't about getting paid, it's about respect. Stepping into her space, I lower my face and glower at her. I know she's chomping at the bit to get Tate in the most dangerous, profitable fight there is. The Underground. The CEO of The MFC has an underground ring, a secret society if you will. Only certain people know about it, and they're those of extreme wealth. Mafia, congress, celebrities. The fights aren't like the ones on TV, they have no rules inside the ring, and are often set on an unfair advantages. They place bets on who they think will win, and if it's not entertaining enough they up the stakes and things gets bloody. Thomas knows about it, so I'm sure he's told Debs about it.

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“There’s so much messed up politics in this world, it’s... tiring and scary.” “Which is why men like us are a little grounded.” “A little?” She arched a brow. “Domenico Guerra doesn’t even have a laugh. I’m pretty certain he’s a cyborg.” I laughed, propping my chin on her shoulders. “Oh, he has one, and it’s extremely annoying.” She leaned in to rest her forehead against the side of mine, her nose brushing my cheeks, her breath falling over my neck. “How do you feel?”