LOGINCALVINI was right there.My cock was buried deep inside Diana, her walls fluttering around me from her second orgasm, but none of it mattered. Not really. My mind had already left the room. I was somewhere else. With her.Roxette.I could see her so clearly it was almost like she was right in front of me. Her face. Those wide, terrified eyes from the basement. The way her lips had trembled when she begged me to stop. The soft curve of her breasts under my hand. The way she had felt when I squeezed.I thrust harder into Diana, but in my head it was Roxette beneath me. Roxette’s tight, warm pussy gripping my cock. Roxette’s body shaking under me. Roxette’s voice moaning my name instead of his.“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice rough and low.Diana moaned louder beneath me, thinking it was for her. She arched her back, her nails digging into my arms as I fucked her harder. But I wasn’t looking at her anymore. I was seeing Roxette’s face. Her soft mouth. Her flushed cheeks. The way she had loo
CALVINI sat on the couch in my condo, the dim light from the city skyline bleeding through the half-open blinds. My mind was still racing from earlier. I couldn’t stop replaying it — the way Roxette had looked when she woke up tied to that chair. The fear in her eyes. The way her body had trembled when I touched her. The soft, broken way she had begged me to stop. It had been perfect. Better than I had imagined in all those months of watching her.Kidnapping her had been risky, but fuck, it had been worth it. The moment I hit her with the motorcycle and scooped her into my arms, something inside me had snapped into place. She had felt so light. So warm. So helpless. I had wanted to keep her right there in the van with me, but I knew better. I had to set the stage. I had to leave her in that basement with all those photos — proof of how long I had been obsessed with her. Proof that she had never really been safe from me. I wanted Chandler to see it too when he eventually found her. I
CALVINI still couldn’t believe I had actually done it.Roxette was in my hands now. Mine. Not Chandler’s. Not anyone else’s. Just mine.I sat in the front seat of my van, parked a few blocks away from the abandoned warehouse where I had left her. My hands were still shaking — not from fear, but from pure adrenaline and something darker. Something hotter. I kept replaying every second of it in my head like a movie I never wanted to stop watching.The way she had looked running down that street, eyes wide with panic after whatever she had seen at the estate. The way her body had felt when the motorcycle hit her — not too hard, just enough to knock her down without killing her. She had gone limp so fast. Helpless. Fragile. Perfect.When I picked her up and carried her to the van, she had felt so light in my arms. So warm. So fucking real. I had pressed my face against her neck for just a second before tossing her in the back, breathing her in. She smelled like fear and something sweet u
CHANDLERI didn’t move for a long time.Roxette was curled against my chest, her breathing slow and even in sleep. Her face was still slightly flushed from everything we had done, and her body was soft and warm against mine. One of her hands rested over my heart like she was anchoring herself even in unconsciousness. I could feel the faint stickiness of our mixed releases between her thighs, but I didn’t care. I just watched her.More than an hour passed like that.I traced the line of her spine with my fingertips, memorizing the feel of her skin. Every now and then she would make a small sound in her sleep — a soft sigh or a tiny whimper — and my arms would tighten around her automatically. The image of her tied to that chair in that dark basement kept flashing through my mind. The way she had been crying when I found her. The way she had clung to me like I was the only solid thing left in her world.And the stalker.That sick bastard had touched her. He had watched her. He had photo
ROXETTEI was right there on the edge, my body tightening around him as the pleasure crested higher and higher. My back arched off the bed, and I could feel it building — that sharp, overwhelming peak that would wipe everything else away, at least for a little while.Chandler thrust deep one more time, his grip on my hip almost bruising as he chased his own release right alongside mine. His eyes locked on mine, dark and intense, filled with the same raw need that had been building since he found me in that basement.Then it hit.My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My walls spasmed around his cock, clenching and fluttering as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. I cried out his name, my voice breaking, my nails digging into his back hard enough to leave marks. My entire body shook with the force of it. I could feel myself gushing around him, soaking his cock and the sheets beneath us as the pleasure bordered on too much.Chandler groaned low in his throat, the sound
ROXETTEThe car ride had left me drained, but Chandler’s arms around me in the driveway had started to stitch some of the broken pieces back together. After I told him everything — the images I had seen, the way Dahlia had been on top of him, the way my past with cheating men had made me doubt even when I wanted to believe him — he had held me tighter. His explanation about being drugged made sense. Logically, I understood. But my heart still carried a small, stubborn shadow of doubt, the kind that came from too many broken promises in my past. I didn’t say it out loud. Not tonight. Not when I was still shaking from the stalker’s hands on my body and the terror of being tied in that dark room.Chandler kissed the top of my head and whispered that we should go inside. “You need rest. A warm bath. Let me take care of you tonight.”I nodded against his chest, too tired to argue. He helped me out of the car, his arm steady around my waist as we walked toward the mansion. The night air fel
ROXETTEI flinched, but not from fear. The low rumble of his voice vibrated straight through me, making my pulse throb in places it definitely shouldn’t. The memory of Troy’s crude hands flashed through my mind, but it only sharpened the contrast. Chandler’s possessiveness felt different. Darker.
ROXETTEThe silence in the car grew heavier. Every few minutes I could feel Calvin glance over at me, but I kept my eyes fixed outside, pretending to be lost in the passing scenery.Calvin’s voice broke the silence again, gentle this time. “You okay, Roxy? That Troy guy was a real asshole. I’m sorr
ROXETTEThe word “tease” was still hanging on Troy’s sloppy tongue when a strong hand suddenly clamped down on his wrist like a vice.Troy’s drunken grin froze. A second later, Calvin twisted hard.A sharp, ugly crack echoed under the pounding music as Troy’s wrist bent at a brutal angle. Troy scre
ROXETTE“W-what are you doing in my room?” I stammered.Chandler's expression shifted from mild amusement to something more predatory as I stumbled backward into the hallway.His movements were fluid as he dried his hair with a towel, completely unbothered by my sudden appearance. Water droplets cl







