All Chapters of Ruthless Desires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

52 Chapters

Chapter 1 – The App

Chapter 2 – The Meet

Logan’s POV The barracks never felt this empty. Hell, even my condo feels too quiet lately—white walls, expensive leather couch, TV on mute. And me? I’m stretched across the bed with my phone glowing in my hand like it’s the only thing that matters. Her name lights my screen. Aria. She’s not like the others. Most women on these apps fire off selfies, or nudes if I push. Aria? She makes me chase. Smart comebacks. Teasing that cuts and strokes in the same breath. Half the time I’m grinning like an idiot, the other half I’m hard as fuck. Her latest message pops up: Aria: You talk like a man who gets in trouble often. Me: Baby, trouble is my middle name. Want proof? Aria: I’m afraid to ask. Me: I once let a woman drive my Harley. And she didn’t even have her license. Aria: Reckless. Me: Worth it. She wore a red dress and no panties. I smirk at the ceiling. She takes longer than usual to reply, and I imagine her biting that lush bottom lip she tries to play off as casual. Then

Chapter 3 – Trouble in the City

Aria’s POV The city blurs past the tinted glass of my limo, lights bleeding into one another like a cruel joke. I press my palms to my face. God, Aria. What the hell were you thinking? The driver glances in the mirror. “Everything alright, ma’am?” “No,” I snap, then soften. “Just drive.” I drop my hands, staring at my reflection in the window. The woman staring back looks composed— perfect hair, flawless makeup, red dress still hugging her like armor. But inside? I’m shaking. He looked at me like I’d betrayed him. Like I was nothing, like I was a stranger. No—worse. Like I was a liar. And maybe I am. But that look in his eyes… it gutted me. He was angry, yes, but there was hurt too. A raw kind of betrayal, like I’d ripped something out of him without asking. And yet… his smile still lingers in my head. That cocky grin, the way his hand gripped my waist before he realized the truth. The way he said my name like it belonged in his mouth. “Pathetic,” I whisper. My chest tighte

Chapter 4 — The Rescue

Aria’s POV And God, that look. Heat. Surprise. A flash of something darker that punches straight through me. I step in, heels clicking like I own the place, sliding between him and the mountain of muscle with all the calm in the world. My pulse is a drumbeat in my ears, but my voice comes out steady, cold. “This man is with me.” The bartender blinks. “Lady, he can’t pay.” “Put it on my tab.” I pull my black card from my clutch, hold it up just high enough for the whole room to see. The bouncer’s eyes narrow. The bartender’s widen. Whispers ripple through the bar like wildfire. I tilt my chin. “Or would you prefer I call your manager? Or the press? I’m sure they’d love a story about how your establishment manhandles decorated veterans.” The bouncer hesitates. Logan lets out a sharp laugh behind me, cocky, dangerous. “You hear that? She’s got you by the balls.” “Logan,” I hiss under my breath, but I feel him lean closer, his warmth searing my back. The bartender mutters someth

Chapter 5 – Gratitude & Sparks

Logan’s POV I light a cigarette I don’t even want, leaning back against the brick wall outside the bar. My head’s still spinning, not from the booze but from her. From the way she looked at me before she stormed off, heels snapping like gunfire. Aria. Older. Polished. Rich as sin. She catfished me, lied through her perfect teeth, and yet here I am—smoking a damn cigarette and replaying the feel of her hand on my arm like a lovesick idiot. I drag in smoke, cough out frustration. “Shit.” I didn’t mean it like that. Not really. I wasn’t calling her an ATM. I was trying to get under her skin, to prove I could read her. Instead, I carved a wound I didn’t even see coming. But the fire in her eyes… Christ, it was almost worth it. Because for a second, just a split second, I saw past the perfect dress and the diamonds and the limousine waiting at the curb. I saw the woman underneath, trembling but furious, like I was the first person in years who’d actually touched a nerve. And maybe

Chapter 6 – First Intrusion

Aria’s POV Two nights later, my dining table looks like it belongs in a glossy magazine spread: crystal glasses lined in a row, white roses blooming from silver vases, candles dripping gold light over polished cutlery. It should feel elegant, but with Sophia and Elena here, it feels more like an ambush. Sophia twirls her wine glass like she’s auditioning for a scandal. “Honestly, Aria, you should just give up and hire yourself a boy toy. Men your age are either dead or boring.” Elena smirks, crossing her sequined legs with calculated grace. “Or married. Don’t forget that option. You, darling, need someone who can actually make you laugh. Or at least make you scream.” I arch a brow. “Thank you both for the unsolicited life assessment. I’ll keep that in mind when I start recruiting.” Sophia snorts into her wine. “Recruiting? You make it sound like you’re hiring staff, not getting laid.” “Some men are more work than they’re worth,” I retort, stabbing a piece of bruschetta a li

chapter 7 – The Garden

Aria’s POV I’m going to kill him. Or kiss him until I forget why I shouldn’t.By the time dinner finally sputters to an end, I can’t breathe. I push back from the table, muttering something about air, and slip into the garden. The night is cool, roses glistening with moonlight, marble columns standing tall like silent guards.For a moment, peace. Just me, the perfume of roses, the whisper of night.Then I hear boots on stone.Of course.“You really think you can run from me, sweetheart?” Logan’s voice drips low, lazy, dangerous.I spin on him, arms crossed. “This is my house. I shouldn’t have to run from anyone in it.”He strolls closer, hands shoved in his pockets, grin lazy as sin. “Didn’t look like running. Looked like retreat.”“I was escaping.”“Same thing,” he says, stopping close enough for his scent—smoke, leather, man—to curl into my lungs. “Problem is, you can’t escape me. Not when you’ve been staring at me like you want to eat me alive since the second I walked in.”My jaw

Chapter 8 – Dangerous Attraction

Logan’s POVIt’s been a month. Thirty days since I stepped foot in this city. Thirty days since Aria Moretti’s perfume wrapped around me in that restaurant and ruined every other woman in my head.I’ve rented a shitty apartment across town. The kind with peeling paint, a fridge that hums like it’s dying, and neighbors who yell through paper walls. I could afford better. Hell, I’ve lived better. But this place works—it keeps me close. Hotels are for visitors. I’m not visiting. I’m staying.Because I’m not done with her.Every morning, I drive past her office. Not to stalk—fuck, maybe it is stalking, but I don’t care. I sit in my truck, engine off, sunglasses on, watching those mirrored windows, wondering if she’s inside. Wondering if she’s thinking about me the way I think about her.And every night, she’s in my head. The tilt of her chin wh

chapter 9 —The First Kiss

Logan’s POV She swallows, but no words come out. God, the war in her eyes—rage and desire, shame and need—makes my cock twitch.“Yeah,” I murmur, lips grazing her ear, “that’s what I thought.”Her hands come up, pushing at my chest, but it’s weak, trembling. She’s not trying to get me off—she’s testing if I’ll push back harder. And I fucking will.I capture her mouth with mine, hard and hungry, tasting her sharp breath, her wine-tinged lips. She stiffens for a heartbeat, then melts against me with a soft, helpless sound that shoots straight to my dick.I groan into her mouth, sliding a hand around her waist, yanking her flush against me. She gasps, lips parting, and I take advantage—tongue sliding in, teasing, claiming.Her nails dig into my shirt, not pulling away, but anchoring herself. Christ, she tastes like forbidden fruit, like

Chapter 10 – Blood Ties & Broken Glass

Aria’s POV The conference room smells of polished wood and fresh ink, contracts spread across the table like weapons. My assistant had just finished briefing me when the doors fly open without a knock. “Aria.” Bianca. My late husband’s sister. Always storming in like she owns the place. I lean back in my chair, smoothing the silk at my wrist, refusing to give her the satisfaction of rattling me. “Bianca. I assume barging in means you didn’t bother with an appointment?” Her eyes are cold, sharp as glass. “Don’t play coy. My assistant sent you the proposal last week. And yet, I hear nothing. Not a signature. Not even a reply.” I keep my tone calm, clipped. “Because it was trash, Bianca. A siphon disguised as a project. You padded it with ‘consulting fees’ and duplicate contractors. Embezzlement by another name.” Her face flushes scarlet. “It’s my brother’s money. You think you get to dictate how it’s spent?” “No,” I say smoothly, folding my hands on the table. “I think I get to

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