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Chapter 1 The neon sign for "The Rusty Spoon" buzzed and flickered above the alley, showing rays of pink and blue across the slick pavement. Rain fell steadily on the dumpsters and fire escapes, turning everything into a hazy mess.I shifted my messenger bag higher on my shoulder, the strap digging in. Inside were half-finished logo mocks, client notes, and the familiar knot of panic that had been tightening in my chest for weeks. Three overdue projects. Seven rounds of revisions. And that bright yellow eviction notice taped to my door this morning. My stomach twisted just thinking about it.I wiped rain from my eyes and checked my phone again. 11:47. He was late. My teeth found my thumbnail, biting down hard enough to sting. The sharp little pain grounded me, but it wasn’t what I really needed. What I craved for.Footsteps cut through the downpour They were slow, confident, unhurried. I pressed my back against the cold brick wall, feeling the rough texture snag my coat. My pulse

Chapter 3He pulls out slowly, and the sudden emptiness hits me so hard all at once. A wet, filthy sound accompanies the movement, and I feel the hot rush of his cum leaking from my stretched, pulsing pussy. Thick strands slide down my swollen inner thighs, smearing across the ruined leather seat. I’m slumped boneless against the door, chest heaving, the torn red silk of the dress clinging damply to my sweat-slick curves. My hair sticks to my face in wild strands. Every breath feels raw, shaky, like I’ve been hollowed out and remade in the shape of him.Rafe leans back in the passenger seat, suit rumpled, tie loose, looking every bit the satisfied predator. His dark eyes drag over me, lingering on the bite marks blooming across my breasts, the bruises already forming on my hips, the obscene mess between my legs. A slow, possessive smile curves his lips.“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough as gravel from exertion. “A fucking masterpiece. All marked up and dripping for me.”Somet

Chapter 1The worn floorboards groan beneath my bare feet as I pace the length of our apartment, each step faster than my last my heart is racing. Moonlight spills through the arched window, painting silver stripes across Circe where she lounges on our velvet couch, one leg draped elegantly over the armrest. She watches me with those amber eyes that always seem to see straight through my carefully constructed walls."Something's eating you alive tonight," she murmurs, her voice like warm honey. She shifts, causing the dark silk of her robe to part slightly, revealing the curve of her hip. My throat tightens.I stop pacing and grip the back of our reading chair, my knuckles white. "I've been thinking." The words come out softer than I intended. "About us."Circe sits up properly, the robe falling open just enough to make my mouth dry. "Thinking good things, I hope?" She pats the cushion beside her. "Come here. You're making me dizzy with all that walking."My feet move before my brai

Chapter 3I stayed slumped against the brick, my dress bunched uselessly around my waist, thighs slick and trembling. My ass and pussy throbbed with that deep, used ache that should have left me satisfied. It didn’t. If anything, the potions’ fading echo made me hungrier. The telepathic link had dulled to a faint hum, but it left behind this raw, exposed feeling, like every filthy craving I’d ever hidden was now laid bare between us.“We should go home,” Circe said, her voice still husky. She was buckling her harness back on, the thick strap-on jutting obscenely from her hips. Even in the dim light, I could see how flushed she was, how her chest rose and fell.“No.” The word slipped out before I could overthink it. I pushed off the wall and turned to face her, my ripped panties long gone, my dress hanging open at the top from earlier tugging. My breasts were exposed, nipples tight from the cool night air. I didn’t cover myself. “Here. I want it here. Don’t take me home yet.”Circe’

Chapter 1I never meant to ruin my life. I only wanted answers.The ruins crouched in the forest like old bones, half-swallowed by moss and moonlight. I’d come alone with my notebook, my lantern, and a half-translated scrap of parchment that promised secrets about the old fae courts. Stupid, maybe. But I was twenty-four, stubborn, and tired of dusty libraries telling me the stories were just stories.I brushed my fingers across the carved standing stone, tracing runes that seemed to flicker under my touch. A thorned vine had grown right through a crack in the rock.When I reached to pull it away, it bit me. One sharp prick. A single drop of blood welled up, bright as a ruby, and fell onto the stone.The ground under me shook immediately.Golden light exploded outward, cracking the ground beneath my boots. Wind howled. Frost bit the air. Shadows thickened around me like smoke and I stumbled back, heart slamming against my ribs, but something inside me pulled foward, a deep, intimate