Novels by Aquilla

Kelvin's POVI held her chin between my fingers, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. Her lips parted slightly, and her breathing was uneven and filled with the scent if whiskey.She was testing me and pushing me. And damn it, I liked it. Her challenge hung between us, thickening the air, twisting the tension into something tangible. My grip tightened just enough to make her feel it, just enough to remind her who she was dealing with. "You want me to make you?" I murmured, tilting my head. Her smirk didn’t waver, but her pulse did, fluttering at the base of her throat like a trapped bird. I pulled her up in one swift motion, forcing her to her feet. She stumbled, the whiskey making her legs less steady than she probably wanted to admit. My other hand shot out, gripping her waist, steadying her. She sucked in a sharp breath, fingers curling against my chest before she caught herself and tried to pull away. I didn’t let her. Instead, I leaned in. My lips brus

Laura's POVThe world went dark. For a moment, I thought my heart had finally betrayed me, that the tension crackling in the air had stolen my sight. But then I felt the soft brush of silk against my skin and the delicate weight of fabric settling over my face. A mask. He had placed a mask on me. The realization sent a bolt of anger straight through my spine. The audacity. It was a silent demand laced in such a simple gesture. I reached up and curled my fingers around the edges of the mask, but before I could rip it away, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist with just enough force to make his point. "Keep it on," he murmured. His voice was dark honey, smooth and thick, wrapping around me like a promise or a threat…I wasn’t sure which. I tilted my head, pretending to be indifferent, even as my blood roared beneath my skin. "Why? Afraid my face might cause more trouble for you?" Kelvin chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "No, Catalina. I’m afraid it might get you k

Laura's POVI sometimes did things without thinking. It is what some would refer to as bravery and others would see as being stupid. My pulse beat steadily, my body still humming with the defiance I had just laid bare. And then, Rodrigo moved. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed the wrist of the woman beside him who had been covered. Her cloak fell open to reveal a sultry blonde with vacant eyes, dressed in a sleek red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her painted lips parted slightly, but before she could make a sound, Rodrigo yanked her onto his lap with a force that sent the chair scraping against the floor. The sharp gasp that escaped her was drowned out by his low, amused chuckle. "You see," Rodrigo drawled, his voice laced with cruel amusement, "this is how bitches are supposed to be treated." And then he crushed his mouth against hers. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim, a show of power, a deliberate spectacle meant to remind everyone in the r

Catalina's POVThe moment Kelvin released me, gesturing for the guards to take me away, a wave of fury crashed through me. Like hell I was going anywhere. My fingers clenched into fists at my sides as the guards reached for me, and without hesitation, I yanked my arm free. My heart pounded, but not from fear. No, this was something else. Something deeper. Something wild. "Don't touch me." My voice came out sharp, slicing through the thick tension in the room. "I'm staying here." I ignored the way Rodrigo’s gaze flickered to me with mild amusement. I didn't care what he thought. Or what Kelvin thought. All I knew was that I had had enough of being dismissed, shoved aside whenever it was convenient. Kelvin had brought me into this world. And now he wanted to push me out when it no longer suited him? No. Not this time. I walked back, my steps deliberate, and sank into the seat beside him, crossing my legs as if I belonged here. Because I did. Kelvin turned his gaze to m

Kelvin's POVI sat at the back of the club, my legs spread wide as I sat back in the chair, running a finger over my lips. Hardening at the sound of her whimpering on my laos and grinding against me. She knew exactly what she was doing.I licked my teeth beneath my lips, running my hand down her waist and wanting to reach for the rock forming down my thigh at the idea of her helplessness. I gazed at the wooden door with hooded eyes, wanting to give in to my desires, but then the bastard walked in.My fingers flexed against her waist as my gaze snapped toward the man who had just entered. A slow, irritated breath left my lips, my amusement fading into something far colder."Rodrigo." I called out with thinly veiled disdain.The older man smirked, taking his time as he crossed the room, the scent of his expensive cigar mingling with the lingering traces of gunpowder in the air. He had always carried himself with an air of arrogance, as if the world owed him something.I simply wanted hi

Laura's POVMy legs refused to move at first. Even as the club remained in chaos, even as people tripped over themselves in their hurry to escape, my body stayed rooted to the spot. Because that single gesture, the slow curl of his finger, beckoning me forward, held more weight than the bullet he had just fired. He had always had a way of making demands without words, without force. A look, a tilt of his head, a flick of his fingers. It was enough. And God help me, I always found myself dripping and obedient. I've always known I was abnormal with my attraction to danger and adventure, but I was beginning to think I was crazy. Getting close to him was like a moth being attracted to a flame. I'd only get destroyed. I stepped forward, my breath tight in my throat, weaving through the panicked stragglers. Each step felt heavier, as if I was walking straight into the devil’s den. But wasn’t I already there? He hadn’t moved from his seat. His body was still draped in lazy eleg