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what are you doing?" jax asked shocked. Bella’s heart slammed against her ribs so violently she thought she might faint. She yanked the blanket up to her chin with trembling hands, but it was useless. Jax had already seen everything. She was mortified. “Jax… I…” Her voice cracked. She couldn’t even form a complete sentence. Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she pulled her legs tightly together under the blanket. Her fingers were still slick with her own juices. The scent of her arousal hung faintly in the air, making everything ten times worse. Jax stood there for what felt like forever, tall and imposing in the moonlight. His dark eyes never left her face. There was no anger in them. Only something much more dangerous. Hunger. Raw, barely restrained hunger. “I… I was just…” Bella tried again, her throat dry. “I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t mean for you to see that. Please, just forget this ever happened.” Jax took one slow step closer. Then another. The couch dipped as he sat on the edge, only a foot away from her. Close enough that she could smell his cologne — rich, masculine, and intoxicating. “You were moaning my name, Bella,” he said quietly, his voice low and rough. “Quite loudly. You said you were going to cum while thinking about me.” Bella wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole. Fresh shame flooded her body, but underneath it, her pussy gave a traitorous throb at the memory of his voice cutting through her orgasm. “I… I was confused,” she whispered, unable to meet his eyes. “It was a mistake. A stupid, terrible mistake. It won’t happen again. I swear.” Jax was silent for a long moment. Then he reached out and gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. His touch was warm, firm, and sent electricity racing across her skin. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he murmured. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. The way you press your thighs together when I’m in the room. I know you’ve been thinking about me for a while now.” Bella’s breath hitched. She wanted to deny it. She *needed* to deny it. But the words wouldn’t come. “This is wrong, Jax,” she said, her voice barely audible. “You’re my father-in-law. Julian’s father. I’m married. This… this can’t happen.” Even as she said the words, her body betrayed her. Her nipples were still hard against the thin shirt. Her pussy was still wet and aching from the interrupted orgasm. And the worst part? Being this close to him only made it worse. Jax’s thumb brushed slowly across her lower lip. His eyes darkened. “I know it’s wrong,” he said, almost gently. “I’ve told myself the same thing every single day for the past two years. But here we are.” Bella’s heart raced faster. She could feel the heat radiating from his body. She wanted to lean in. She wanted to run. The two urges warred violently inside her. “I should go back upstairs,” she whispered, even as she remained frozen in place. Jax didn’t move. He simply looked at her with that intense gaze that made her feel completely exposed. “You can go,” he said softly. “But we both know you’ll still be thinking about me when you’re lying next to my son.” Those words hit her like a slap. Bella stood up quickly, clutching the blanket around herself like a shield. Her legs felt weak as she hurried toward the staircase, not daring to look back. She practically ran back to the bedroom and locked the door behind her. Julian was still fast asleep, completely unaware. Bella leaned against the door, breathing hard, her mind spinning. She told herself it was over. She would never let herself think about Jax again. She would be a better wife. She would forget tonight ever happened. But as she climbed back into bed beside Julian, her body still buzzing with unmet need, one devastating truth settled deep in her chest. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even now, with her husband sleeping peacefully beside her, all she could see behind her closed eyes was Jax’s dark, hungry gaze. And deep down, she knew this was only the beginning.Rory’s hands trembled slightly as she smoothed down her elegant cream-colored dress. The high neckline successfully hid most of Jax’s marks, but every time the fabric brushed against her skin, she remembered his mouth, his teeth, his hands claiming her.She hated how much she craved more.The front doors opened and Julian Voss stepped inside like he already owned the place. Tall, impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit, with sharp features and cold blue eyes. He was handsome in a polished, almost artificial way. Everything about him screamed wealth and control.“Darling,” Julian said smoothly, taking her hand and pressing a dry kiss to her knuckles. “You look beautiful as always.”Rory forced a smile. “Julian. I wasn’t expecting you until this evening.”“I rearranged my schedule. We have wedding details to finalize.” His grip on her hand tightened just a fraction too much. “Your father wants this alliance sealed quickly.”From the corner of the hallway, Rory felt the burn of anothe
The first rays of morning light filtered through the heavy silk curtains of Aurora Sinclair’s bedroom. She stirred slowly, her body aching in the most delicious and sinful ways. Every shift of her hips sent a reminder between her legs — a deep, tender soreness that made her cheeks flush even though she was alone.She sat up, wincing slightly, and touched her neck. The marks were there. Dark hickeys and the faint imprint of teeth. Jax had claimed her last night like a man possessed, and her body still carried the evidence.“Shit…” she whispered, rushing to her mirror.There was no hiding all of them. Three prominent marks on her neck and collarbone, plus more scattered across her breasts and inner thighs. She quickly chose a high-necked blouse and applied extra concealer, her heart racing the entire time.What had she done?She had let her father’s most dangerous enforcer fuck her raw against the hallway wall — and she had loved every brutal second of it.A knock on her door made her j
The heavy oak door of her father’s study clicked shut behind Aurora Sinclair, leaving her heart hammering in the dimly lit hallway. The mansion was quiet tonight, but the air felt charged, thick with the scent of aged whiskey, cigar smoke, and something far more dangerous. Jax Draven. He stood at the end of the corridor like a shadow given form — tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating raw power. His black shirt was rolled up to his elbows, revealing corded forearms marked with old scars. Those piercing grey eyes locked onto her instantly, dark and unreadable. Rory’s breath caught. She shouldn’t be here. She should be upstairs preparing for another tedious dinner with her fiancé, Julian Voss. But her feet moved toward Jax anyway, as if pulled by an invisible chain. “You shouldn’t be wandering alone this late, Rory,” Jax said, his voice low and rough. He didn’t move as she approached, but his jaw tightened. “I couldn’t sleep.” She stopped just inches away, close enough to feel the he
The mansion felt hollow after the war.Richard’s departure still echoed — the slammed door, the screech of tires on the gravel driveway, the final devastated look he’d given Lila like she had died in front of him. Sophia had followed like the venomous shadow she was, spitting threats about ruining reputations. Damien had slipped away into the night with nothing but a dark, calculating smirk. Elena had taken the staff and left for the week, leaving the sprawling lakeside estate eerily silent except for the gentle lap of water against the private dock.It was just Victor and Lila now.They stood on the wide master balcony overlooking the moonlit lake, the cool breeze carrying the scent of pine and water. Lila still wore the torn dress from the confrontation, the fabric ripped and stained with the evidence of what they had done on her father’s desk. Victor stepped behind her, his massive 6’4 frame enveloping her smaller body as he wrapped strong arms around her waist and pulled her back
The study felt like a war zone.Richard Voss stood behind his massive oak desk, knuckles white as he gripped the edge, his face twisted in a mixture of rage, disbelief, and deep, gut-wrenching betrayal. Sophia leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, her eyes gleaming with vicious satisfaction. Damien lingered near the door like a shadow, watching everything with dark amusement. Elena had vanished the moment voices rose.Lila’s hand trembled in Victor’s grip. Her father’s words still echoed in her ears.“Get out. Both of you. Today.”Victor didn’t flinch. He stood tall, 6’4 of pure dominance, shoulders squared, jaw set like stone. His thumb stroked the back of Lila’s hand in a silent promise.“No,” Victor said, voice low and deadly. “I’m not leaving her. And she’s not leaving me.”Richard laughed, but there was no humor in it — only pain. “You’ve lost your goddamn mind, Victor. She’s my daughter. My *little girl*. I trusted you with my family, with my empire, and this is how you re
The mansion had become a powder keg, and they were playing with matches.Richard’s return had turned every stolen moment into Russian roulette. Lila knew they were pushing their luck too far, but the fear only seemed to make Victor more insatiable — and her more addicted. That night, after everyone had gone to bed, his text lit up her phone: *My room. Ten minutes. Don’t wear anything under that slip.*She should have ignored it. Instead, she tiptoed down the long hallway in the thin silk slip, bare underneath, her pussy already aching and wet with anticipation.The second she slipped inside Victor’s master suite, he locked the door and was on her like a starving animal. His big hands shoved the slip up around her waist as he lifted her, pinning her back against the heavy wooden door. Her legs wrapped around his hips instinctively.“No time for teasing tonight,” he growled against her mouth, freeing his thick, rock-hard cock. “Need to be inside you.”He thrust up into her soaked pussy
Damien had been circling like a shark for days.He cornered Lila in the upstairs hallway the next morning while Richard was in his office and Victor was on a call. His hand pressed against the wall beside her head, trapping her.“You can keep pretending, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and dang
Lila couldn’t breathe in that house anymore.The guilt had been eating her alive since the threesome with Sophia. Every time her father looked at her with that proud, trusting smile, every time Elena gave her those knowing side-eyes, every time she felt Victor’s cum still leaking out of her while s
The rest of the evening with Damien had been pure torture. Every lingering look, every knowing smirk from him made Lila’s thighs clench around the constant reminder of Victor’s cum still inside her. By the time Damien finally left for one of the guest rooms, she was aching again, desperate and drip
The whiskey poured freely that night, but the real intoxication was the tension crackling in the air like electricity before a storm. Damien Cross had arrived like he owned the damn place, stepping out of his sleek black car in a tailored suit that screamed money and menace. Victor’s business partn







