All Chapters of Secrets of Desire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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The Tattoo Artist 01

It all started with a breakup text and a bottle of cheap wine.Technically, I was the one who ended it, but when the guy you’ve dated for two years, someone you were once deeply in love with sends a simple “Good luck, you’ll find someone better” message five minutes later, it still stings, it stings so bad.So, naturally, I did what any woman with a bruised ego and too much free time on a Saturday would do, I opened my maps app and searched for tattoo shops near me.I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe a butterfly on my wrist or something simple on my ribs. I just wanted something that screamed a new era.Soon enough, I found myself standing outside a place called Ink Therapy, where the “I” in Ink had been replaced with a lightning bolt. The logo looked cocky. So did the man behind the counter.His whole body was covered in tattoos, or let me say ink, and muscle, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, tattoos creeping up his neck and disappearing under a black T-shirt that fit

The Tattoo Artist 02

One week.That’s how long it took for the tattoo to heal, and for me to lose my mind.Every time I looked at the small lightning bolt on my arm, my stomach fluttered. It wasn’t just ink anymore. It was a memory. A spark. A reminder of a man whose voice I couldn’t stop hearing in my head.Rafe.I told myself it was ridiculous. He was a tattoo artist. I was a customer. It was nothing.Except it didn’t feel like nothing.It felt like the way my heart had skipped when he leaned close. Like the warmth of his fingers on my skin. Like the way he’d looked at me, not just at me, but into me.So when the calendar hit the one-week mark, I lost it. I wore a sleeveless blouse, left my hair down, and pretended I wasn’t walking into the shop hoping he’d notice me.Ink Therapy looked exactly the same. Dim lights, low music. The hum of machines in the back. But my pulse still managed to spike like I’d stepped into something dangerous.He was there, leaning against the counter, wearing a black shirt, t

The Tattoo Artist 03

The breeze blowing outside the shop was extremely cold, my heart was beating fast and loud. I held my phone with trembling hands as I tried ordering a ride, and thankfully, I got one that was only two minutes away.When I got to my apartment, my heart was still racing, but my hands had stopped trembling. So, I ran myself a bath, and took a hot shower.I got into my bed and wished for sleep to come soon.But, sleep refused to come.I had showered twice, changed into the softest pajamas in my closet, and still couldn’t wash away the feeling of his lips on mine. Rafe. Every breath, every thought, every heartbeat came back to him.It was ridiculous, I barely knew him. But somehow, he had managed to crawl under my skin and make himself comfortable there.When I closed my eyes, I saw him again, the way he said “Say stop, and I will.” The way he hadn’t stepped closer until I leaned in first. The way his breath had brushed my cheek before our lips met, sending every rational thought spiraling

The Tattoo Artist 04

The phone kept vibrating on the nightstand.For a second I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming, my heart was still racing, my body still warm from the images that clung to my memory. I blinked against the darkness until the glow of the screen steadied again.Unknown Number.I hesitated, then swiped to answer.“Hello?”“Good morning, lightning.”Rafe’s voice, low and rough with sleep, slid through the line. The sound of it grounded me and unbalanced me all at once.I had to look at my screen again, just for confirmation, just to be sure that I'm no longer dreaming.I sat up. “Rafe? Where did you get my contact? You shouldn’t have my number.”“You wrote it on the client form,” he said. “Figured I could use it for professional follow-up.”He paused. “Though this isn’t exactly professional.”Despite myself, I smiled. “You’re aware of that.”“I am.” A rustle, maybe the sound of him turning around on his bed. “How’s the tattoo?”“Healing.” I brushed my fingers over the bandage. “A little so

The Tattoo Artist 05

Rafe turned on his phone’s flashlight, giving the room a faint glow so I could see. I stepped aside and reached for the lamp instead.“You can turn it off now, thank you,” I said, not looking back.A sudden warmth closed in behind me. I turned, and crashed straight into Rafe’s chest. I hadn’t realized he was already that close.“Lightning,” he murmured, voice rough with restraint, “you’re doing so many things to me.”His arms came around me, pulling me closer.“You’re doing the same, Rafe,” I managed, my heartbeat tripping over itself.He tipped my chin up until my eyes met his. Desire blazed there, fierce and unguarded.“I’m trying to take things slow,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “but you’re not making it easy, Lightning.”A nervous laugh slipped out, the sound trembling against my lips.“I’m not stopping you, Rafe,” I breathed. “Go ahead, do what you want.”He caught my hand and guided it to the zipper of his trousers. The hard outline beneath my palm made my breath hitc

The Tattoo Artist 06

Rafe walked slowly as I pointed the way to my bedroom, his hand warm around mine, the subtle pressure sending shivers through me. Each step felt deliberate, measured, as if he was savoring the distance between us. Every brush of his shoulder, every gentle press of his thigh against mine sparked fire along my nerves. The rain outside had started to drizzle again, tapping against the windowpane like a heartbeat, the scent of wet earth drifting in, mingling with his warmth, with the faint scent of his cologne. My body quivered with anticipation. Every sense was focused on him.“Lena…” His voice was low, husky, almost inaudible. “You feel so alive tonight.”I glanced up at him, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “Then don’t resist me, Rafe,” I whispered, fingers tightening around his palm, pulling him closer.He smiled, slow and dangerous, a curve that promised everything and nothing. “I don’t think I could resist you, not if I tried.”As we reached the bedroom door, he paused, thumb brushi

The Tattoo Artist 07

“You’re mine tonight, Lena,” he murmured possessively, as he slid the panties out of my feet. “Every inch, every sound, all for me.”I shivered under him, desire pooling, wet and aching, I was already dripping and desperate for him. “Yes, I’m yours,” I whispered, my fingers clutching at his chest, nails grazing his skin. “Take me, Rafe, please.”He smiled slowly, his lips brushing mine before he deepened the kiss. The taste of him made me instinctively arch into him. His hands slid down my body, lifting the hem of my dress and pulling it out of my head. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him into me, desperate for his touch.“You feel so perfect,” he groaned against my lips, voice deep, vibrating through me. “So ready, so wet, so eager. God, Lena.”I moaned into his mouth, hips pressing instinctively, rolling against him. “Rafe, I’m ready, I want you inside me…”He shifted, resting on one arm as he pulled down his trousers. The bulge of his dick became more visible, and my pussy clen

Owned By The Devil's Son 01

Isabella's POV My heels clicked sharply against the polished stone floor as I was dragged, or, if I were being generous, escorted, through the mansion’s massive front doors. The echoes bounced off the high, arched ceilings, mingling with the faint crackle of the storm outside. Rain streaked down the enormous windows, the scent of wet earth drifting in, mixing with the heavy musk of wood polish, leather, and something else, something like cigarettes. I stopped, positioning my hands on my hips. “I assume someone is going to explain why I’m here,” I said, voice steady, sharp, full of venom I didn’t entirely feel yet. “Or is the plan to leave me standing like some decoration while you all gawk?”No answer. Only the soft echo of footsteps from above the huge staircase.A shadow emerged from the staircase, like it had been there before. Dark, tall, and perfectly poised, he moved with the grace of a predator, each step deliberate, measured and slow. His hair was so dark

Owned By The Devil's Son 02

Lucas's POV The instant she realized, it really dawned on her that her father had handed her over, as a piece of exchange for my money that he couldn't pay back, there was a flicker in her eyes. Disbelief. Anger. Something sharp and dangerous that amused me. But she didn’t stay there. No, that was too honest, too vulnerable for Isabella. She masked it immediately, sliding back into that defiant, sharp-tongued persona she wore like armor.Good. That was exactly what I wanted.I leaned slightly back, just enough to let her feel the space I commanded, the silent weight of my presence pressing against her even without touching. Her chest rose and fell faster now, subtle but obvious. Every sharp tilt of her chin, every smirk that tugged at her lips, screamed don’t underestimate me. I didn’t. I never did. Not with her.God, the way she carries herself, I thought, my gaze sliding over her with the precision of a predator sizing up its prey. Confident, defiant in eve

Owned By The Devil's Son 03

Isabella's POVI didn't move from the spot, even after he left me with that shadow of a threat lingering in the air. My pulse still throbbed, every nerve screaming at me that something dangerous had just brushed against me. I should have run the moment his presence disappeared on the stairs, but instead, I lingered, heels digging slightly into the polished marble, aware of every shower of the rain outside.A soft click of the door made me turn around, and there he was again. Lucas Blackthorn. Smooth, predatory, and utterly infuriating. He carried something in his hand. Something that gleamed under the chandelier’s dim light.“A gift,” he said, voice low, teasing, dangerous.My eyes narrowed. “Is this some kind of joke?” He smirked, stepping closer, the heat radiating from him impossible to ignore. “Not a joke, it's a token. Something to remind you who you belong to tonight, and forever.”I tensed, refusing to take the item he offered, but my fingers itched with

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