Winona Ryder 1980s

"You think you can hunt us in our own territory, little star?" Cain's voice is velvet wrapped around steel as he and his brothers flank me in the shadowy alley. "We know exactly who you are." I was a cop. Then my brother's mutilated corpse turned up in a ditch and every piece of blood-soaked evidence screamed the Vultures MC's name. Three ruthless brothers who ruled through fear, pain, and absolute dominance. So I dyed my hair blonde, erased my identity, and walked straight into the devil's den. Their bar. Their territory. Their world of sin and savagery. I'd destroy them from within or die trying. But nothing prepared me for Cain's predatory stare that strips me bare with a glance. Or Jax's twisted smile that promises delicious torment. Or Ryder's brutal hands that pin me against cold brick while his breath burns against my neck, whispering dark threats that make my body betray every principle I've ever held. Now I'm drowning in their intoxicating darkness. Leather, blood, and raw masculine hunger that consumes everything in its path. They're marking me, claiming me, breaking me down piece by piece until I can't remember who I was before them. When I finally uncover the shocking truth about my brother's murder, everything I believed shatters. The real killer has been hiding in plain sight, and now I'm caught between two deadly worlds. My oath as a cop and my surrender to these beautiful monsters. But when the lines blur between justice and vengeance, between duty and desire, how far will I fall before I lose myself completely?

I'm Jax Ryder, heir to the most powerful investment group in Veridian City. I had just returned from studying abroad. My father, worried I might impulsively marry the wrong woman, arranged a marriage for me with Everly, the heiress to the up-and-coming Sinclair Group. It was strictly a business arrangement. But that didn't mean I intended to just go through the motions. At the very least, I had to personally bid on the mansion that would serve as our marital home. And so, I found myself at the annual Starlight Charity Gala. When the legendary prime real estate, the "Siren's Cove Estate," was presented as the final auction item, I raised my paddle. Just as the gavel was about to fall, an arrogant voice cut through the room. "What right does a nobody like you have to bid? Step aside." The grand hall fell silent, the only sound the frantic clicking of camera shutters from all corners. I turned my head. A man in a flashy, sequined suit stood there. He swirled the champagne in his glass, his posture reeking of arrogance. Before I could even speak, the auctioneer brought the gavel down. "Sold! Congratulations to Mr. Brian Vance on winning the 'Siren's Cove Estate'!" I frowned, a flicker of anger rising within me. "The bidding wasn't over." "That's against the rules." Brian sneered. He looked me up and down, his eyes filled with contempt. "The rules?" He curled his lip. "Listen up. I'm Everly Sinclair's favorite stepbrother. In Veridian City, what I say goes." I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. This was interesting. My fiancée's stepbrother. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. "Everly, your dear brother just snatched the marital home I'd picked out. What are you going to do about it?"

Contenu explicite réservé aux adultes (+18). "Écarte plus largement ces jolies cuisses pour moi, petite muse", grogne Cassian, sa voix rauque comme du gravier alors qu'il épingle mes poignets au-dessus de ma tête avec une grande main, la cravate en soie mordant juste assez ma peau pour me faire haleter. Son autre main glisse vers le bas, ses doigts plongeant dans ma chaleur détrempante, taquinant des cercles lents qui me font me retourner contre lui comme une chose sauvage. "Regarde-toi, dégoulinant déjà sur mes draps. Tu penses que tu peux gérer ce que je veux vraiment te faire ?" Je gémis, mon corps en feu, chaque nerf réclamant davantage. "S'il te plaît, Cassian... j'ai besoin... oh mon Dieu, oui, juste là !" Mes mots se transforment en gémissement alors qu'il enfonce profondément deux doigts, les recourbant parfaitement, son pouce appuyant sur mon clitoris jusqu'à ce que des étoiles explosent derrière mes yeux. Il se penche plus près, son souffle chaud sur mon cou, mordillant mon lobe d'oreille. "Supplie plus fort, Elara. Dis-moi que tu es à moi, à baiser jusqu'à ce que tu ne te souviennes plus de ton propre nom." *** Elara Voss, étudiante en art fauchée, croule sous les dettes et le désespoir. Ainsi, lorsque l'impitoyable milliardaire de la technologie Cassian Ryder lui offre un demi-million de dollars pour être sa muse pendant trente jours torrides, sans aucune condition, et juste son corps et son âme selon ses conditions, elle accepte sans y réfléchir à deux fois. Qu'est-ce qui démarre lorsqu'un accord glacial éclate en un feu de forêt de passion et de ses règles ? Abandon total. Des liens en soie l'enveloppent étroitement, ses ordres affaiblissent ses genoux et chaque nuit dans son lit lui enlève une autre couche de son innocence, mais Cassian a des secrets profondément enfouis.