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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My heart clenched with disbelief. “You can’t do that,” I said, my voice shaking.Sybil shot me a look, one that screamed silence. But Nicolas—he didn’t even acknowledge me. He was already moving, a calmness in his actions that contrasted the fury burning inside me. He gestured to Sybil as he poured himself a drink. “Clean up the dog’s mess,” he commanded, his voice dripping with indifference as he sank into the leather sofa, the amber liquid swirling in his glass.I stood rooted to the spot, my eyes locked on the tiny dog shivering in the November cold, its nose pressed against the window, helpless and abandoned. I felt a pit in my stomach—this wasn’t just some dog. This was life, and it mattered.“I won’t let it freeze out there,” I murmured, stepping toward the terrace door without thinking.“Don’t,” Nicolas’s voice cut through the air like a blade, commanding, unyielding. It wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. His words carried the weight o
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“There’s no real measure for cruelty,”Without thinking, I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his for just a brief moment, my heart racing. I couldn’t help it. The whiskey clung to his lips, and I was curious—curious about the taste, about him. My tongue darted out instinctively, tasting the smoky sweetness of the liquor, mixed with something that was all him.Nicolas froze, his body rigid. His gaze shifted, dark and intense. “What was that?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver through me.“A kiss,” I replied simply, though the words felt heavier than I intended. My fingers clenched at my side as I tried to steady my breath. I didn’t know what I was doing, but it felt right. And yet, I feared it might be wrong.“Are you trying to influence me with your body?” His words were laced with something dangerous, something that unsettled me.My eyes widened in shock. “No, of course not. I just—I smelled the whiskey on your breath, and I was curious what it tasted like.” Th
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Nicolas swung his legs off the bed, his movements calm yet purposeful. “I’m going to clean up,” he muttered, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. My gaze followed him instinctively, drawn to the broad expanse of his back and the ripple of muscles as he stood. His body was undeniably magnetic—every inch of him sculpted, powerful, commanding attention. It was a relief to feel this attraction. At least something between us felt natural. But then my eyes drifted lower, and the sight of blood smeared on him sent a flush of heat to my cheeks. Mortified, I quickly looked away, realizing I had been staring for too long. As I turned my attention to myself, my stomach twisted at the mess on my thighs—a mix of blood and him. My skin burned with embarrassment as my eyes landed on the stained sheets beneath me. A small, involuntary sound of dismay escaped my lips before I could stop it. “Isabella,” his voice rumbled softly behind me, making me jump. “Are you all right?” I turned, hugging
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The room was cloaked in stillness, the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains and casting soft shadows across the bed. My throat was dry as I turned to her, struggling to find the right words for what needed to be said. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but it was necessary. “Do you take the pill?” I asked, my voice low and hesitant.Her eyes widened briefly, a hint of pink staining her cheeks, but she gave a quick nod. It was a small gesture, but it felt monumental. Relief coursed through me, though the awkwardness of the question lingered in the air. For a moment, I considered apologizing, but instead, I moved closer, feeling the heat radiating off her body as I positioned myself above her.Carefully, I guided myself toward her entrance, my body tense with both anticipation and restraint. As soon as I pressed forward, she flinched, shrinking back instinctively. I froze, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, but I forced it down. She wasn’t just some conquest—she was my
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Isabella exhaled softly, a flicker of hesitation dancing in her eyes. “You seem... really strong,” she murmured, her voice unsure but curious. Her hand lifted halfway, trembling slightly as though she wanted to touch my arm but wasn’t certain she should.I caught her wrist gently, pressing her hand to my bicep. “See for yourself,” I said, flexing under her touch.A quiet laugh escaped her lips, and despite myself, the corners of my mouth tugged upward. Her gaze flicked up to mine before darting nervously behind me. Without another word, I took her hand and led her toward the bed.“Lie down,” I instructed, keeping my voice low.She obeyed, sinking into the mattress with visible unease, her body stiff as if the act of reclining had sapped her courage. I kicked off my shoes and stretched out beside her, still clothed, though the proximity was charged. My hand found her hip, and I tugged her closer, leaning over her.Her face betrayed her nerves—a fleeting shadow of doubt and fear. I chos
