Chapter: MY PRIVATE CHEF (5) Aria's pov I leaned forward even more, grinding harder down onto Liam’s cock as it filled me so completely. My hips rolled in tight circles, pressing my clit against him with every movement while I whispered right against his ear. "God, Liam, you feel so good beneath me like this. So thick and hard inside my pussy, and you can't do anything but take it." My fingers teased along the silk ties binding his wrists behind the chair, tugging just enough to remind him how helpless he was. My hands tightened those restraints further, pulling the knots secure so his arms flexed helplessly against them. The way his muscles strained only made me wetter, my walls clenching around his shaft as I rode him. I could feel the desperation building in his body, the way his hips tried to thrust up but stayed pinned under my control. It heightened everything—the emotional closeness mixed with the raw power I held over him. I guided his hips with mine, rolling slowly at first to explore every inch
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Chapter: MY PRIVATE CHEF (4) Aria's pov I ground harder against him from behind, my hips rolling with more urgency now as I pressed my wet pussy—still covered by my thin panties—right against the small of his back. The heat between my legs was building fast, slick and insistent, and I let out a soft moan of my own when I felt the way his body responded. Liam bucked his hips wildly in the chair, his restrained arms flexing against the silk ties as he tried to push back into me. His cock stood rigid and leaking in front of us, and I reached around to stroke him faster, my fist pumping with firm, steady pulls that matched the rhythm of my grinding. "Fuck, Aria," he groaned loudly, his voice raw and desperate. "You're driving me crazy. I need to be inside you." His moans filled the kitchen, echoing off the counters where the dinner he'd prepared still sat untouched. I kept stroking him harder, twisting my wrist just enough on each upstroke to make him shudder. My free hand stayed wrapped around his bound ch
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Chapter: MY PRIVATE CHEF (3)Aria's pov I gripped Liam’s cock tighter in my hand, stroking faster now with firm, steady pulls that made his whole body tense up. My palm slid slick over the thick length, twisting just right at the head each time I reached the top. Pre-cum kept leaking out, coating my fingers and making every stroke smoother, wetter. I watched his face the whole time, loving how his calm chef demeanor cracked open into raw need. His jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine with that heated mix of surrender and hunger. Liam bucked his hips hard against my weight, restrained but desperate for more friction. The silk scarf held his wrists firm behind the chair, muscles in his arms straining as he tried to push up into my grip. "Emma... fuck, please," he moaned my name low and rough, the sound vibrating through his chest. His thighs flexed under me, and I pressed down harder to control the pace, keeping him right on the edge without letting him tip over. I leaned in and trailed wet kisses down his a
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Chapter: MY PRIVATE CHEF (2) Aria's pov I leaned in closer, my lips brushing the side of his neck as I pressed soft kisses down the warm skin there. The scent of garlic from dinner mixed with his clean, masculine smell, and I let my breath heat against him. "Stay still for me," I whispered, my voice low and a little shaky with how turned on I felt. "Don't move those hands, no matter what I do." Liam let out a quiet hum of agreement, his head tilting slightly to give me better access. I trailed my mouth lower, tasting the salt on his skin with each slow kiss, while my hands slid up his thighs again. My fingertips traced the hard lines of muscle under his open shirt, feeling every ridge and flex as I explored. He was so solid, so restrained, and the power of it made my pussy clench with need. I moved my fingers higher, circling his nipples before pinching one lightly. His chest rose and fell faster under my touch, and I smiled against his neck. "That's it," I murmured, my lips moving to his collarbone.
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Chapter: MY PRIVATE CHEF (1) Aria's pov I picked up the phone after a long day at work and texted Liam to come over and cook dinner. "Hey, bring your usual stuff and maybe stay a bit longer tonight," I wrote, adding a winky face. He replied fast, saying he'd be there by seven. Liam had been my private chef for a few months now, and our chats had started to feel a little charged lately. I was a curvy brunette in my early thirties, and I liked how he always paid attention to what I wanted without pushing too hard. When he arrived, Liam carried his bag of groceries into the kitchen like always. He was tall and muscular with dark hair that fell a little over his eyes, dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans. "What are we making tonight?" he asked, already pulling out ingredients. "Something simple, but I have an idea for after," I said, leaning against the counter. My heart beat a little faster as I thought about the game I had in mind. "Just cook like normal for now." Liam nodded and got to work choppin
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Chapter: MY NEIGHBOR'S WIFE (3) I didn't just pull my wife closer; I seized her, my fingers digging into the plush meat of her hips as I slammed my cock back into her dripping pussy with a force that made the bed frame groan. The impact was visceral, a wet, heavy thud that echoed through the room. I buried my nine inches deep, bottoming out against her cervix, and I felt her entire body shudder. She let out a piercing, guttural scream, her head snapping back as her eyes rolled into her head. The sheer depth of the penetration sent her into a state of immediate, trembling overload. "Fuck, Edwin! You're splitting me open!" she shrieked, her voice raw and desperate. Below her, Sarah was a whirlwind of pale skin and hunger. As I hammered into my wife, Sarah shifted her position, sliding down the bed until she was kneeling between her splayed thighs. The view was obscene—my thick, veiny shaft disappearing and reappearing from Lilian’s swollen, soaking wet folds, while Sarah’s face was inches away from the acti
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Chapter: CHAPTER 39 Alexander's POV Marcus found me at the practice facility two days after the game, waiting by my car in the players' lot with the particular patient stillness of a man who had something worth waiting for. "I have something on the holding company," he said, without preamble. "The one that owned the property where Damien met the masked figure." "Tell me." "It took weeks to trace properly because of how many layers were built into the structure. Four shell companies, like I told you originally. But the fifth one, the one underneath all of them, the actual entity that ultimately owns the property, is registered to a charitable foundation." That was not what I expected. "A charity." "A small one. Focused on youth athletics, scholarship funding, that kind of thing. Respectable on its face, the sort of organization that sponsors junior league tournaments and gets a polite mention in local papers once a year." Marcus paused. "I would not have thought twice about it, except for one detai
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Chapter: CHAPTER 38 Elena's Pov I burned the first batch of sourdough completely the next morning, something I had not done since my very first nervous weeks learning to bake under Miss Clara's patient supervision. I stood staring at the blackened, ruined loaves for a long moment before I let myself acknowledge why. I kept seeing Damien's face in that arena hallway, pleasant and composed, the particular delicate emphasis he had placed on certain words. I think about you often. More than you probably realize. The memory kept surfacing at the worst possible moments, intruding on the careful rhythm of measuring and kneading and watching the clock, until an entire tray had gone well past where it should have come out. "Well," Miss Clara said, surveying the damage with her hands on her hips. "That is certainly something." "I am sorry," I said. "I will redo it." "I am not asking you to apologize, child. I am asking what happened in your head, because that bread did not burn itself." I told her, halting
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Chapter: CHAPTER 37 Elena's POV I saw him during the second intermission. The entire arena seemed to tilt slightly around the fact of it before I had even fully processed what I was looking at. Damien was sitting in a private box on the far side of the arena, the kind reserved for sponsors and league officials, a glass of something amber in his hand. His attention apparently fixed on the ice below even though play had stopped. He was not looking at me. He did not appear to be looking at anything in particular except the empty rink. But something about the deliberate stillness of him, the way he held himself in that box like he wanted to be noticed without seeming to want anything at all, told me he knew exactly where I was sitting. My smile, which had been easy and unguarded only seconds earlier while Jemima recapped the last goal in exhaustive detail, disappeared so quickly I felt it go. Jemima noticed first, glancing at my face and then following my gaze across the arena. "Oh," she said quie
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Chapter: CHAPTER 36 Alexander's POV Carter caught me checking my phone for the third time in the locker room before warmups even started, and he did not bother pretending he had not noticed. "She is not here yet," he said. "The game does not start for another forty minutes. You can stop checking." "I am not checking anything." "You are absolutely checking something." He pulled his jersey over his head, voice muffled for a second before emerging clearer. "You know you have looked at Section 112 six times already since we walked out for warmups." "I have not." "You just did it again." I had not realized I was doing it until he said it out loud. The particular automatic pull of my eyes toward the section where Jemima had told me, with great confidence, that the seats were the best in the building. It was still mostly empty, the arena filling slowly the way it always did before a big game, ushers moving through the aisles, vendors calling out over the rising noise. "It is a big game," I sai
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Chapter: CHAPTER 35 Elena's POV Marcus came to the bakery himself the next morning, before Miss Clara had even arrived, and instead of telling me what the new security plan was going to be. He sat down across the small table by the window and asked me what I wanted it to look like. "I want to understand your daily rhythm," he said, notebook open but pen still resting on the page. "Not so I can tell you how to change it. So I can build protection around the life you actually want to keep living." I looked at him for a moment, a little thrown by the question itself, by the simple fact that someone in this entire arrangement was asking rather than deciding. "I want to keep opening at six," I said slowly, testing the words. "I do not want someone standing visibly outside the door all day. It would frighten the customers, and it would make this place feel like something it is not supposed to feel like." "That is fair," Marcus said, writing it down. "We can keep the visible presence light during op
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Chapter: CHAPTER 34 Damien's POV Pavel called me a little after nine that night, and the first thing I noticed, before he had even said a full sentence, was the careful neutrality in his voice, the particular flatness of a man delivering news he already knew would not be well received. "It did not go as planned," he said. "What does that mean?" "My man approached her successfully. Delivered the message exactly as discussed. No physical contact, nothing that crosses any line we agreed on." A pause. "But St. James's security responded faster than we accounted for. They had someone at her location within minutes. And St. James himself arrived shortly after that." "So she is frightened," I said. "That was the point." "She is frightened," Pavel agreed. "She is also, as of tonight, surrounded by a security response that has clearly been completely overhauled. My contact inside their rotation tells me the gap we identified no longer exists. They closed it within hours." I sat with that for a mom
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Chapter: Chapter 20 ~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The heavy oak doors of the master suite slammed shut with a finality that made the crystal chandelier overhead rattle. The gala was over, but the stench of it, the expensive perfume, the fake smiles, and the way every Alpha in that room had looked at me like I was a prize, was still stuck in my throat. I didn't wait for them to speak. I marched to the center of the room and whirled around, my emerald silk dress rustling like a warning. "Don't touch me," I snapped as Julian reached out, his hand hovering near my waist. I stepped back, my eyes darting between the two of them. "I want the truth. No more 'vessel' talk. No more vague threats. I want to know exactly why I’m still breathing when every law in Moon Haven says I should have been executed months ago." Julian’s grey eyes darkened, his jaw set in that hard line that usually preceded someone getting their throat ripped out. "You’re shaken because of Elowen. She’s a bitter bitch, Rowan. Forget her." "I’m not sh
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Chapter: Chapter 19 ~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The air in the ballroom was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, champagne, and the musk of too many Alphas in one space. My skin felt like it was crawling. Julian and Marcus hadn't left my side for more than a second, their hands constantly migrating to my hips or my shoulders. They were making sure everyone knew I was their property. "I’m going to lose my mind if I have to listen to one more Alpha talk about 'lineage' and 'vessels,'" I muttered, leaning toward Marcus. Marcus looked down at me, his baby blue eyes softening just a fraction. "Just a little longer, Rowan. It’s part of the game." "I’m not a playing card, Marcus," I snapped. Julian chuckled, a dark sound that vibrated against my side. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "You're the Ace, sweetheart. Now, stay here. We need to speak with the Alpha King’s representative. Don't move." They stepped away, blending into a group of men in sharp suits. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding
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Chapter: Chapter 18 ~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The heavy velvet curtains in the twins' bedroom were pulled tight, but I could still hear the distant sound of the Crescent Moon Pack’s preparations. Today was the Grand Gala. The elite of Moon Haven were coming to celebrate the power of the Knox lineage, or whatever it is the staff said. A knock sounded at the door. I didn't get up from the chair. A maid scurried in, looking terrified to even meet my eyes. She dropped a large, black box on the bed and sprinted back out without a single word. I stood up and opened it. Inside was a dress, it was a deep, shimmering emerald green, made of silk that felt so smooth against my skin. There was no note, but I knew who sent it. I pulled it on, and the fabric clung to every curve of my body. The neckline plunged low, and the back was almost entirely gone, held together by thin gold chains. It was a dress designed to make people look. The door pushed open, and Julian and Marcus walked in. They were already dressed in
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Chapter: Chapter 17 ~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The cold air of the Moon Haven woods whipped against my face, but I barely felt it. My lungs burned, each breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. The adrenaline that had fueled my escape from the laundry room was starting to bleed out of me, leaving behind a hollow, shaking exhaustion. I had drained Sabrina. I had felt her strength slide into my veins like molten gold, and for a few minutes, I felt like a god. Now, I just felt like a girl running for her life in the dark. I stopped by an old oak tree, my hand pressing against the rough bark for support. I reached up to touch my shoulder. The skin was smooth. The jagged, blistering burn from the hot iron was gone, replaced by fresh, tender flesh. My Moon-bound wolf had used every drop of that stolen power to knit me back together. The pain was gone, but the memory of the hiss of the iron was branded into my mind deeper than the physical wound ever could have been. A twig snapped behind me. I froze. My ears
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Chapter: Chapter 16 ~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The steam from the iron filled the small laundry room, making the air heavy and damp. My shoulder still throbbed from where I’d slammed Sabrina against the wall earlier, but the adrenaline from our last fight hadn't fully left my system. I was on edge and every little sound made my skin crawl. I reached for the porcelain teapot Julian had left on the side table earlier. My hands were shaking. I didn’t want to admit it, but Sabrina’s words about my execution were digging into my brain. I was nothing but a tool. A walking womb. "You're still here? I thought you’d be halfway to the dungeon by now," Sabrina’s voice cut through the silence. I didn't turn around. I kept my back to her, focusing on pouring a cup of tea. "The twins haven't come for me yet. I guess your little ring trick didn't work as well as you hoped." "They're busy," Sabrina snapped. She walked into my peripheral vision, clutching a bundle of silk. Her jaw was bruised, a dark purple mark bloomin
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Chapter: Chapter 15 ~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The silver sickness was finally gone, but I felt weird. My body was buzzing. It was like I had too much caffeine or a shot of adrenaline that wouldn't wear off. Julian and Marcus had been gone for an hour, looking like they’d seen a ghost after what happened in that bed. They didn't want to talk about it, but I knew I’d done something to them. I’d tapped into their power, and I felt stronger than I ever had. I couldn't stay in that room. It felt like the walls were closing in on me. I threw on a shirt and some leggings and grabbed the sheets. The servants were ignoring me because of the lies Sabrina was spreading, so if I wanted clean bedding, I had to do it myself. I headed down to the basement laundry room. The air was cold, but as I got closer, I smelled that annoying, expensive perfume. Sabrina. She was leaning against one of the big washers, looking like she’d been waiting for a fight. Her hair was perfect, and her silk dress probably cost more than my
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