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Alissia POVStanding, I head to the fridge and pull out a bottle of water. I need the moment to think—compose myself. Demitri’s offer hangs in the air like a challenge, one I’m desperate to accept but terrified of at the same time. I want to know. I want to know what it feels like for a woman in his life who gets to see everything, who means more than just a casual fling. That’s the only way I can truly capture it for my book.I take a deep breath, then turn to face him, squaring my shoulders. “Yes,” I say, voice steadier than I feel inside. “That’s exactly what I want.”Behind me, Blake whistles, and Lucas snickers.Demitri steps forward, his presence commanding the room. “And you’ll follow my every order? Do everything I say?” His words are edged with something dark, and I feel my pulse quicken.God, I don’t give up control. But something in me—maybe that reckless, insatiable curiosity—makes me nod, even though it feels like I’m forcing it.“Then prove it,” Demitri says, his voice l
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Lucas POVGiving in to her now would be the easy part, but it’s not what I want—not yet. Alissia made it clear she plans to stay single, to keep her distance, and if I kissed her now, it would just be a kiss. Empty. A moment that fades before it really begins.That’s where Demitri and Blake got it wrong. They rushed in, chasing the instant satisfaction, but they missed the real game. Where was the longing, the slow burn that makes her want more? If either of them had pulled back at the last second, left her on the edge of it, she’d be craving it now. They could’ve had her thinking about it, wondering when it would happen again, wondering why it didn’t.Pulling away? It’s not rejection. It’s control. And it’s mine now, not hers.As I move back slightly, I see it. The flicker of confusion in her eyes, like she’s trying to figure me out, trying to understand why I didn’t close the distance between us. She’s used to being in control, to making the choices, deciding who she lets in. But I
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Alissia POVI should pull away. I know I should. But I don’t. I'm always in control, I never give it up. Yet now? God, I'm weak.“Surrender,” he repeats, his voice a low, seductive murmur. His fingers pause at the base of my neck, lingering just above my collarbone, as if daring me to lean into his touch. “It’s not about losing control. It’s about choosing who you give it to.”The words hit me harder than I expect, like a punch to the gut. I feel my pulse quicken, heat rising in my cheeks. His fingers brush over my skin again, and this time, I can’t help it—my breath catches in my throat.I’ve been playing this game with him, with all of them—holding my ground, keeping my distance, convincing myself I’m in control. But right now? Right now, it feels like Lucas is the one holding the cards. And God, it’s intoxicating.I need to turn around. I want to turn around. But I can already feel the shift happening, like the moment I face him, everything changes. Everything. And once I do, I kno
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