LOGINWhen we finally pulled apart, I looked at him, feeling a sudden, fierce determination. “Liam,” I whispered, barely aware of the words spilling from my mouth, “let’s have sex.”His eyes widened, and he blinked, taken aback. “Wait—what?”“Sleep with me,” I insisted, inching closer, hoping my voice didn’t betray how nervous I felt. “Please.”He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck, his face flushed. “Selene, we just started dating. Are you sure?”“Is it that you don’t find me attractive?” I teased, trying to lighten the moment, though my voice came out more uncertain than I’d intended.His eyes softened, and he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. “Of course, I find you attractive,” he mumbled, his cheeks still red. “I always have.”“Then let’s do it.” My heart was pounding, but I kept my voice steady, inching closer until I was sitting on his lap, my arms around his neck. “Make love to me.”Liam looked at me, really looked at me, as though trying to read my intent
I wanted to believe him. He always had this way of making things feel lighter, like he could absorb some of the darkness weighing me down. I mustered a small smile. “Thank you. Really. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” “You don’t have to worry about that,” he said with a soft chuckle. “You’ve got me, and we’re going to get through this together.” I glanced down at my hands, feeling the strange urge to laugh despite the heaviness in the air. “So… there’s a lot to do.” He nodded. “Yeah, but we’ll take it one step at a time. Maybe tomorrow we could make a list, just so it doesn’t feel too overwhelming. What do you think?” “That sounds like a good idea.” I took another deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I wasn’t entirely alone in this, and that made all the difference. Dinner ended, and as we put the plates away, he handed me a stack of his clothes. “Here, you can change into these. You’ll be more comfortable,” he said with a small smile. Once I was finally alo
His words cut deep. I hadn’t meant to hurt him, but in my whirlwind of confusion, it seemed that’s exactly what I had done. I had no idea what to do to calm him, to make it right. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I kissed him. It wasn’t planned. I just acted on impulse, closing the gap between us and pressing my lips to his. His lips were soft and warm against mine, and for a brief moment, I thought maybe this was enough. Maybe this would fix things. But when I tried to pull away, he didn’t let me. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as his tongue brushed against mine, deepening the kiss.I felt good. The kiss was good. Warm, sweet, steady. But it wasn’t the kind of kiss that left me breathless. It wasn’t like the electric rush that I felt with Lucifer. There were no fireworks or racing heartbeat. It was calm. Safe. Comfortable. But as much as I liked Liam, something inside me told me it wasn’t the same. When we finally broke apart, my heart wasn’t pounding the wa
I stepped out of the house, the heavy door closing behind me with a soft click. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. My head was too full of noise, of questions that had no answers. What kind of person lies so easily? And what was worse—was I overreacting? Was I seeing something that wasn’t there? The cold air bit at my skin as I walked down the street, my footsteps steady, but my mind was spinning. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe Lucifer’s lies. He said no one else was there, but I *heard* it. And jealous? Jealous of what? It wasn’t like I was in love with him or anything. No, that wasn’t it. I didn’t love him. I couldn’t. I just... liked him. That was all. A strange, complicated kind of like. But as I replayed everything in my head, the anger wouldn’t leave me. Maybe I wasn’t in love with him, but I sure as hell didn’t like the idea of him sending me away just to spend the night with someone else. It hurt more than I was willing to admit.By the time I reached work, I was still stewin
He glanced up, his sharp eyes meeting mine. “You’re in such a hurry.” His voice was soft, like honey, but it made my skin crawl. Our gazes locked, and I couldn’t help the frown that tugged at my lips. His face was upsetting me more than I wanted to admit. Everything about him—the calm, the ease, the way he acted like nothing had happened—boiled my blood. “Woah,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “why are you shooting glares my way?” “I’d like to step out,” I replied, standing as still as I could, refusing to let him see how much he was getting under my skin. I wasn’t going to fall for his smiles today, or his stupid handsome face, or his angelic voice. None of it was going to move me. “May I leave?” He stood up then, setting the papers down on the table beside him. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his drink before placing the cup down as well, all the while keeping his eyes on me. “I don’t know,” he said, his lips curling into that same damn smile. “I feel like I did something to off
I clenched my teeth, feeling the tension radiate through my body, the ache of unfulfilled desire burning through my veins. Still hard, I stood up, making my way upstairs, back toward my chambers where I could finally release this built-up frustration. As I opened the door, a slow smile crept back across my face at the sight in front of me. Mirabel was lying on the bed, completely naked, her body bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. She looked up at me, her lips curling into a seductive smile, and I felt the last remnants of my irritation ebb away. "Why do you always look so perfect?" I murmured, my voice low and smooth as I approached her. She laughed softly, her eyes trailing down my body as I began to undress, the belt first, then my trousers, followed by my shirt. Each article of clothing fell to the floor with purpose, as my eyes never left hers. "I’m always ready for you, my lord," she whispered. I climbed onto the bed, hovering above her for a moment, savoring the way he
Lila woke to the sound of nothing. The room was flooded with the kind of bright, aggressive sunlight that only exists in Lagos, cutting through the floor-to-ceiling glass in wide, blinding strips. She reached out a hand, expecting to find the heat of a body or the rough texture of a shirt, but the b
The fourth night, there was no teasing. There were no games, no silk ropes, and no long, whispered monologues designed to make her head spin. The air in the room felt different the moment he stepped through the glass—heavier, charged with a blunt, honest hunger that did away with the need for a slow
On the third night, he didn't come empty-handed. When he stepped through the balcony door, the city lights behind him seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the shadow of him and the small, dark bundle he held in one hand. Lila’s breath caught in her lungs, a sharp, hitching sound that ech
He came at 12:03 a.m. exactly. Lila had spent the last hour watching the digital clock on her nightstand, the red numbers burning into her retinas. She had been naked for a long time, the air in the room beginning to feel heavy and static. Her heart was hammering so hard she could feel the thud o





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