Lilly POV
The weight of her lie presses down on me, and for a moment, I feel like I can’t breathe. “I was here,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “You sent me to get supplies. You knew I was here.”Her eyes flash, and her tone sharpens, slicing through my defenses like a blade. “And whose fault is that, Lilly?” she snaps. “You know the timetable. If you were expecting a client, you should’ve refused to get the items.”
Her words hit me like a punch, and tears prick at my eyes. She’s twisting this, making it seem like I’m the one who’s wrong. My voice shakes as I try to respond. “I didn’t—”
“Don’t make this my fault,” she interrupts, her voice cold and final. “You weren’t there. That’s on you.”
The lump in my throat grows, and I can’t hold back the tears any longer. They spill over, hot and blinding, as I t
Callum POVLilly sleeps peacefully, her small frame pressed against mine. I should be working, making my rounds, ensuring everything in the club is running smoothly. But that can wait. Right now, what matters is setting things straight with Sasha. She doesn’t have the right to undermine the women here or sabotage who they’re scheduled to see. Especially not Lilly.Carefully, I slide out of bed, pulling the covers back up over her. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. I take a moment to watch her, the peaceful rise and fall of her chest, before grabbing my clothes and throwing them on. Determination hardens in my chest as I leave the room and head downstairs.The hum of conversation greets me as I step into the common area. The women are sitting together, laughter and chatter filling the air. At the center of it all is Sasha, her smile wide as she talks animatedly. The moment she notices me, the warmth drops from her face, replaced by a cold, po
Callum POVThe women’s chatter quiets, and Sasha, who had been speaking animatedly, straightens, her expression shifting from smug to cautious.“Sasha,” Dante calls, his voice calm but firm. “A word.”She crosses her arms defensively, but her smile is tight as she walks over. “Of course, Dante. What’s the problem?”“I’ve been hearing complaints about the scheduling tonight,” he says, his tone measured. “Specifically, that two clients were told Lilly wasn’t available when she was.”Sasha’s eyes flicker to me briefly before she adopts an innocent expression. “I was just trying to do my job,” she says smoothly. “The rules state the women need to be in the room for at least an hour before their appointments. Lilly wasn’t. I thought it was better to redirect the clients than have them waiting.”Dante’s gaze sharpens. “
Lilly POVCallum’s words echo in my mind, and I can’t help but smile. Call me crazy, but the idea that he’d hunt me down and kidnap me—it’s oddly sweet in a twisted way. It’s his way of showing how much I mean to him. More than I ever realized.He makes me feel safe, even with all the chaos surrounding Sasha. Here, in his arms, everything feels right. His finger trails down my side, his touch light yet electric, sending a shiver through me. My body responds instinctively, drawn to him in ways I can’t control.I reach up, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him closer. My lips meet his, and the kiss deepens, filled with heat and longing. His hands roam over me, one sliding down to cup my ass, holding me tightly against him. I push forward, trying to shift the balance, but I misjudge the edge of the bed.With a sudden lurch, we tumble backward. The impact isn’t hard, but the groan that escapes him send
Lilly POVCallum grunts, his hands gripping me possessively as he plunges into me without hesitation. The stretch is sudden, the burn exquisite, but he gives me no time to adjust. His thrusts come hard and fast, each one a declaration of ownership.“Is this what you want?” he rasps, his breath hot against my skin. “You want a cock that can’t control itself when it’s inside of you?”“Yes! Faster, Callum, make me yours!” I cry out, my nails clawing into the sheets as pleasure mingles with pain.He obliges, his pace brutal, relentless. His hands dig into my hips, holding me firmly as he slams into me over and over. “You’re mine, aren’t you, Lilly? You’re mine to fuck how I please.” His tone is harsh, each word dripping with possessive lust that ignites something primal within me.“Yes,” I manage to gasp, my voice breaking as the intensity of his movements overwhelm
Lilly POVI know why Callum is insisting he takes me down but I think it will cause more arguments if Sasha sees us together."You know you don't need to work down here right?" He looks at me and I nod. "Just consider it, it will also mean there's less chance for Sasha to get near you when you're alone." He kisses my cheek and looks around."Don't, Callum, leave her alone, please otherwise everyone will find out."Nodding, he kisses me. "Fine, but let me know if she screws up your clients."Laughing, I nod. "I thought you would want that," I mutter."What does that mean?" He looks at me and I shrug. "Lilly?""You're hinting at me to stop working down here, clearly you don't want me near other men so her stopping me from working will be amazing." I shrug and walk off. Getting into the changing rooms, I begin looking through things.“Everyone, this is Luna!” Sasha's words have me freeze a
Lilly POVI sit doing her nails, trying to ignore the glares that Sasha is throwing at me. "So what other gifts has your stalker given you?" I smile at her."Rose petals, pictures of me asleep, a necklace, rope." Her eyes roll and I smile."You seem to smile a lot when you're talking about your stalker but not when you speak of Justin," I point out and she nods."Justin is the safe option. My stalker? He seems like the sort of guys I vowed never to go near again." She sighs loudly."But it's those ones you vow to stay away from that have your heart fluttering," I say and she nods. Sitting I continue to do her nails as she tells me more about her stalker. It's sweet, and her stalker seems to know more about her than Justin does.To be fair, I never liked Justin, the times I've been in the office and saw him, he gives me the creeps. He could be a stalker, but the sort who you don't want to stalk you.I
Lilly POVHe moves closer, and I pull back. “I need to get clean and brush my teeth Callum.” He can’t kiss and touch me right now before I clean myslef.“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, I don’t care.” His lips slam onto mine, and I groan.His hands grip my ass and pulls me into him. His erection pushes against my core, and I whimper. I want him too, God do I want him.I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.“I need you Lilly, I need to be inside of you now.” His voice is gruff against my ear.I moan, and he takes it as an invitation to slip his tongue in my mouth. He tastes so perfect.I moan louder, and his hand slides down between my legs, and he shoves his finger inside me.“God, you’re already wet for me.” He growls, and I blush.His finger starts to pump in and out of me while his other hand grabs my ass.“God yo
Callum POVEverything feels like it’s spiraling out of control, and I’m starting to understand why mixing work with personal relationships is a disaster waiting to happen. Sasha has been avoiding me since that night she found out about me and Lilly, making it impossible to resolve anything between us. I can’t wrap my head around why she’s acting this way—why she cares so much about me and Lilly. She made it clear that what happened between us was nothing, yet her actions now scream the opposite.And it’s not just about me. Sasha’s been at odds with Dante too. His obsession with Luna is consuming him, and while I don’t entirely agree with how he’s handling things, it’s obvious he loves her. Sasha, on the other hand, is on a rampage because Dante’s barely here, leaving her to report everything to me. Except she doesn’t actually talk to me—she barks out the problem, storms out, and leaves me no
Serena POVI feel calm in a way I can’t explain. The weight that always lingers, the constant suffocating pressure, is gone. I wasn’t sure what my plan was when I walked in here. I woke up, heard the shower running, and something inside me just moved, pulling me toward the sound, toward him.The moment I stepped inside, I saw him. Water running over his tense body, hands braced against the tiles, muscles locked tight. When I touched him, he jerked like I had shocked him. His body reacted before his mind could stop it. That reaction sent a thrill through me, something I hadn’t felt in so long.I step further into the shower, walking around until I stand directly in front of him.“Firefly, out,” he mutters, voice tight.I move closer instead. There’s something about him that makes me want to be near him, that makes me crave that feeling he gives me, the one where I feel real, feel alive.“You didn’t fuck me,” I whisper, searching his face. I’m not saying it because I feel like I need hi
Jace POV“Count for me,” I instruct, my voice firm but steady. Without waiting for a response, I bring the paddle down with more force against her upper thigh.“One,” she gasps, her body tensing before quickly relaxing into the sensation.I continue, alternating between her thighs, her ass, and the curve of her hips, watching as her skin warms under each controlled strike. I push the intensity just a little further each time, testing her limits, feeling her reactions shift between sharp gasps and breathy moans. By the time we reach ten, her body is flushed a beautiful shade of pink, her muscles loose, her breaths uneven.“Good girl,” I murmur, setting the paddle aside. My voice is low, soothing, meant to anchor her even as I prepare to take her further. “Now for something different.”I pick up the flogger, letting the soft leather strands dance over her sensitized skin. She shivers instantly, her breath catching, her body trembling under the featherlight touch. I watch as anticipation
Jace POVWhen the feather brushes against her inner thighs again, her legs tremble, parting slightly without thought. I watch as the tension in her hands loosens, her fidgeting slowing, her mind beginning to quiet. She’s sinking into it now, letting the sensation take over.Setting the feather aside, I reach for the pinwheel and an ice cube, the stark contrast between the two designed to overwhelm her senses.The moment the cool metal of the pinwheel makes contact with her hip, she shudders, her skin tightening under the delicate prickle of each tiny spike. I roll it up her side, the subtle drag leaving a trail of awareness in its wake. Her breathing shifts, turning into soft, shallow pants as I circle the pinwheel along the curve of her breast, teasing but never fully touching.At the same time, I press the ice cube to her lips. Her gasp is sharp, instinctive, her mouth parting slightly from the shock of cold. I take advantage of the moment, dragging the ice along her neck, leaving g
Jace POVBy the time we pull up outside, I’ve made my decision. I climb off my bike and walk straight to her, grabbing her wrist before she can say anything and leading her inside. But I don’t take her to my apartment. Instead, I step into the lift, pressing the button that takes us downstairs.She doesn’t question it right away, just watches me with that sharp, wary gaze, waiting for whatever comes next.When we step out, I walk her down the hall to a vacant room, pushing the door open and stepping inside before locking it behind us. The air shifts instantly, her body going still as her eyes flick around the space. It’s simple—clean, dim lighting, nothing extravagant—but the energy in the room is different, charged with something she doesn’t fully understand yet.“Have you done anything like this before?” I ask quietly, watching her closely.Her head shakes, a slow, hesitant movement, but her eyes don’t leave mine.“Okay,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “We’ll start with the basics.
Jace POVI need to put a stop to this.That’s the only reason I’m back here, standing in the middle of this fucking street, watching her make the worst decision of her life like it means nothing. The guy in the car doesn’t give a damn, his lazy smirk saying he’s already won. He’s not going anywhere. He’ll sit there all fucking night if he has to, waiting for her to crack, waiting for her to climb inside like she’s done a hundred times before.Her hand moves to open the door, and I reach out, grabbing her wrist before she can. “I’ll pay you,” I say, voice tight, my chest burning with frustration. “Don’t get in that car, please.”Something’s off. She’s different today, her energy too erratic, too wild, like she’s running on something other than adrenaline. The way her body sways, the way her pupils are blown wide—it’s not just the club, not just the high of the moment.Then she tilts her head, eyes locking onto mine, and she grins, teeth flashing in the dim light.“Will you fuck me, Jac
Serena POVChecking my bag it's empty. I don't understand, I remember it in my hand, but did I give him it?“You said you had it,” Dale continues, voice steady. “But you never gave it to me. You must have lost it.”“No,” I whisper, shaking my head again. My throat tightens, panic trying to claw its way back up. “I—”His sigh is soft, almost disappointed. “You’ve been all over the place, Sera. You were late taking your tablets, you were shaking so bad you could barely stand… maybe you thought you gave it to me, but you didn’t.”I try to argue, but the words don’t come. The way he says it, the way he looks at me like I’m something fragile, something easily broken—it makes me hesitate. The confidence I had in my memory crumbles, the cracks widening with every second of silence between us.I was late. I was shaking. I don’t even remember how I got here, not really. The ride, the searching, the desperation—it’s all a blur, a mess of fragmented pieces that don’t fit together.Maybe I did fo
Serena POV“I warned you,” he says, voice calm, too casual. “Told you not to be late again, didn’t I?” He leans back against the bar, stretching his arms out along the counter like this is nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “And yet, here we are. You fucking up, me waiting for you to figure it out, and now you get to deal with your dad like I said you would.”A cold sweat breaks out along my back. My chest tightens as the words sink in, my panic twisting into something more dangerous. I shake my head, forcing myself to swallow the lump in my throat. “Dale, please. You can’t—he’ll—” My voice cracks, but I don’t care. He knows exactly what my father would do if he thought I wasn’t taking my meds right.Dale watches me struggle, his lips twitching at the corners like he’s savoring it. He leans in slightly, voice dropping just enough to make sure I hear every damn word. “I can. And I will. You’re making my life harder, Sera. I told you the rules. I told you what happens if you don’t
Serena POVMy body trembles, the shakes making it harder to hold onto the handlebars as I ride. My vision blurs in and out, my skin crawling with that unbearable itch that only gets worse the longer I go without my pills. My thoughts slip in and out of focus, fragmented and disjointed, like pieces of a puzzle that won’t fit together. I don’t remember half the ride by the time I stop outside the house, my heart pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to break free.I barely get off my bike before I’m moving, legs unsteady as I push through the door. My breaths come fast, uneven. The world tilts for a second, but I ignore it, shoving past the few people lingering inside and taking the stairs two at a time. My hands shake as I reach his door, and I knock hard.“Dale!” My voice comes out rough, cracking on his name. No answer. I knock again, harder. “Please, Dale!”The door stays silent.“He left,” Joanne’s voice cuts through my panic, and I spin to face her, my stomach twisting.“What?
Jace POV“So she’s been close to death,” he muses, his voice softer now, almost admiring. “She’s witnessed it. Felt the fear of it. And at some point, she realized how alive it made her feel in that moment.”I shake my head. “No. Because she hasn’t. That’s the thing. There’s nothing. Not even a broken fucking bone,” I mutter. The frustration burns under my skin, because none of it makes sense.Rich leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his expression shifting—darker, something lurking behind his eyes that makes my spine go rigid.“You can face death and show no signs of it, Jace,” he murmurs, his voice too smooth, too knowing. “Death doesn’t have to be messy and loud. It can be calm while being completely fucking insane. It can be clean, but still leave blood in your mind that never washes off.”Something in my stomach knots as I watch him, the way his gaze sharpens, his fingers drumming idly against the desk like he’s enjoying the moment.“It can be a moment of pure terror,”