Sky's lips parted, the air thickening between them like a current drawing her into Xavier's orbit. Her chest heaved with the force of her breaths, every inch of her body alive and trembling with a need she hadn’t allowed herself to acknowledge until now. The room seemed to tilt, her surroundings blurring, until all she could focus on was him—his piercing gaze, his commanding presence, the scent of his cologne that wrapped around her like a vice.Her voice was barely above a whisper, raw and laden with vulnerability. “The first one.”Xavier’s smirk morphed into something darker, more primal, as if her words had unlocked a beast within him. His hand moved with purpose, gripping her waist and pulling her flush against him. The hard lines of his body collided with her softness, and she let out a soft gasp at the overwhelming sensation. His warmth enveloped her, his breath brushing against her temple as he leaned down, his lips grazing her ear.“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice a l
Xavier’s movements were slow, calculated, as if he wanted to savor the moment he claimed her. He lifted Sky onto the edge of his desk, the cool wood pressing into her thighs. His hands trailed up her legs, the roughness of his fingertips sending a shiver racing through her. The air between them was charged, crackling with an almost unbearable tension that seemed to pull her deeper into his orbit.His dark eyes burned with an intensity that made her feel both utterly exposed and helplessly captivated. As his fingers reached the hem of her skirt, he tugged it downward with deliberate precision, the fabric sliding over her skin like a whisper.Sky’s breath hitched, her chest heaving as a soft moan escaped her lips. Her head fell back, her hands trembling as they hovered near her face. She bit down on her lower lip, the sharp sting grounding her even as her body betrayed her with its desperate, trembling need.Xavier’s gaze sharpened as the skirt hit the floor, his smirk curving into som
Xavier’s thrusts were unrelenting, each movement deliberate, powerful, and full of purpose, like he was claiming Sky piece by piece. His thick, veiny cock moved in and out of her with maddening precision, gliding against her slick heat like silk, drawing out desperate moans she could no longer contain.His hands gripped her waist firmly, his fingers sinking into her soft skin as if anchoring himself in the storm of his desire. The desk beneath her creaked faintly, a stark contrast to the symphony of their shared sounds: the slap of skin, ragged breaths, and the soft, gasping moans spilling from Sky’s lips.“You’re doing so good for me, angel. Fuck Your pussy is so fucking tight!” Xavier growled, his voice low and gravelly, carrying words that seemed to sear right through her. It made her shiver a bit and get more wet. She doesn't know how to explain but the words about how tight her pussy was turned her so good. Fuck. His words felt pure, grounding her in the midst of the overwhel
Sky leaned against the back of the restroom door, catching her breath as she stared at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from the hours she had spent tangled with Xavier in his office. She sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before reaching into her bag for her makeup kit. The last thing she needed was to walk back into the office looking like she'd just had the best sex of her life on Xavier’s desk. The whispers and judgmental stares from her colleagues were bad enough as it was. They hated her, despised her for her relationship with the man they all silently coveted. She wasn’t about to give them more ammunition.Sky steadied her hands as she reapplied her eyeliner, wiping away the smudges that framed her eyes like evidence of her indulgence. The lipstick was next. She carefully painted her lips, the deep crimson color masking the marks Xavier had left behind.When she was done, she glanced down at her skirt, which clung stubbornly to her thigh
Xavier adjusted his tie for the third time as he strode down the long marble hallway leading to the conference room. His polished shoes echoed against the pristine floor, a sound that usually filled him with a sense of command. Today, however, it felt like a mocking reminder of his tardiness. He never comes late and worse, of the bombshell he had just uncovered.Sky’s email had come through moments before he left his office, its subject line innocuous enough: Meeting Agenda: Cooper Industries Collaboration. He hadn’t thought much of it—until he opened the attached file and saw the name at the top of the attendee list: Charles Hartley—CEO, Cooper Industries. Abigail’s father."Fuck," Xavier muttered under his breath as he reached the heavy oak doors of the conference room. Of all the people in the world, why him? The very thought of sitting across from the man who had raised the woman who had gutted him, who had ruined his trust in anyone, made his stomach churn. And to make matters w
The tension in the room was thick as Xavier leaned forward, fingers interlocked, his eyes scanning the projected numbers on the screen. The presentation from Cooper Industries was thorough, detailing potential collaboration points and revenue forecasts. The stakes of this meeting were clear to everyone, but for Xavier, the stakes were even higher. He had to focus on the business at hand and suppress the memories clawing at the edges of his mind.Mr. Charles Hartley, Abigail’s father, sat at the head of the table, his demeanor calm and commanding. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed, and his tailored navy suit exuded authority. When he spoke, his voice carried the kind of gravitas that demanded attention. "Mr. Collen, as you can see, this partnership would allow both of our companies to expand into untapped markets in Europe and Asia. I believe merging our logistics networks will cut costs by at least 15% for both parties within the first fiscal year."Xavier nodded, his face
Sky’s breath hitched the moment Abigail’s eyes landed on Xavier. The flicker of something unspoken passed between them—something old, raw, and unresolved. It wasn’t the kind of look you gave a colleague or a rival; it was personal, painfully so. Sky felt her stomach churn as her gaze darted between the two of them. Who is she to him?“Apologies for my tardiness,” Abigail said, her voice smooth as silk yet laced with a hint of condescension. She didn’t bother looking at anyone else in the room except Xavier. “I hope I didn’t miss anything… important.”Xavier’s jaw tightened visibly, his fingers drumming once on the table before he clasped them together to stop himself. “You’re late,” he said curtly, not bothering to hide the edge in his tone. “This isn’t your family dinner table where you can waltz in whenever you please, Abigail.”“Ah, Xavier,” Abigail said, her voice a low, honeyed taunt that sent a chill down Sky’s spine. “Still as charming as ever, I see. Though… you look more str
Sky’s tears blurred her vision as she struggled to rise from where she sat, her legs trembling beneath her like a newborn fawn. Every muscle in her body screamed for her to flee, to escape the suffocating weight of the emotions swirling in that room. She gripped the edge of the table for support, her fingers clutching the cold, unyielding surface as though it could anchor her to something solid. Her chest felt tight, as if an invisible hand were squeezing her lungs, stealing every ounce of air she desperately needed.The sound of Xavier’s voice—raw, guttural, and filled with rage—echoed from his office, cutting through the silence like a whip.“Why now?! Why did she show up into my life again! Fuck! ” his voice thundered, followed by the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. The sharp crack of impact reverberated in the still air, sending chills racing down her spine.Sky’s heart clenched painfully. She didn’t want to know. She didn’t need to hear the rest. The fragments of conver
Skye's heart pounded against her ribcage, her breath coming in fast, uneven gasps as she clutched Elijah's hand, her fingers squeezing him like a lifeline. The thrill of their escape still coursed through her veins, adrenaline pumping wildly, making her skin feel electric."I can't believe we escaped the guards!" she burst out, her voice breathless yet laced with excitement, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. Elijah, on the other hand, stood beside her, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips as he observed her reaction. He was calm-too calm, like this was just another night for him. His dark, hooded eyes studied her intently, flickering with amusement as he leaned against the nearest wall, hands tucked casually into his pockets. The contrast between them was stark-Skye, wild with exhilaration, and Elijah, exuding an almost predatory ease."Did you see my face when I thought the guards would catch us?" she stammered between her laughter, wiping
Xavier paced like a caged beast, his movements restless, agitated. His fingers repeatedly tangled in his dark hair, first smoothing it back, then gripping at the strands as though the act would steady his rage. His jaw was clenched so tightly it ached, his tongue pressing against the roof of his mouth in an effort to contain the storm brewing within him. His entire body was taut with tension, muscles coiled like a predator ready to pounce.His sharp blue eyes-cold and calculating-remained locked on the restroom door. What the fuck was taking her so long? His gut twisted with unease, an unfamiliar and unwelcome sensation that only served to further stoke his fury. She wouldn't dare try anything stupid... would she? The thought made his chest tighten.He wanted to storm in there, to slam the door open and drag her out if necessary. But Xavier knew better. That wouldn't be the smart move. He needed to keep his composure-or at least what was left of it. He ran a hand down his face, exhal
Skye reached the restroom, shoving the door open with trembling hands. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stumbled toward the sink, clutching its edge for support. She met her reflection in the mirror, her face pale, her mascara smudged from the tears she hadn't even realized were falling. Her carefully arranged hair now hung in disarray, framing her tear-streaked cheeks.The quiet sobs she had been holding back finally broke free, shaking her body as she leaned over the sink. "This was supposed to be my day," she whispered bitterly to herself, her voice breaking. "My wedding day."Skye leaned against the restroom sink, her body trembling as her sobs quieted. She wiped at her face, smearing the tears that had already ruined her carefully applied makeup. All she wanted was to leave this nightmare behind, to slip out of her wedding gown and crawl into bed, where the weight of Xavier's fury and the humiliating scene from the ballroom couldn't reach her. Her exhaustion pressed down
She took a deep breath, her nails biting into her palms as she tried to center herself. Not here. Not now. If they wanted her to break, they would have to try harder. Skye was no stranger to being underestimated, and she wasn't about to let them win-not tonight, not ever.Her gaze wandered back to Xavier, who was watching her from across the room. His expression was unreadable, but his piercing blue eyes bore into her like a storm waiting to be unleashed. Had he heard any of it? Did he even care? She doubted it.Straightening her shoulders, she grabbed another glass of champagne from a passing waiter and downed it in one fluid motion. She welcomed the burn as the liquid slid down her throat, using it as fuel to fortify her crumbling walls. If this was her new reality, then so be it.But one thing was certain: she wasn't going to be a passive pawn in their cruel games. They wanted a fight? She'd give them a fight. She tilted her head back, the fifth glass of champagne slipping past her
"She's stunning," one woman admitted begrudgingly, but her compliment was overshadowed by venom. "But can you believe she's marrying Xavier Colleen? "What could she possibly see in him?""Oh, come on," another chimed in, leaning closer to her gossip partner. "You haven't heard the real story? She left her fiancé-someone just as rich, if not richer-for him. I mean, Xavier is a catch, sure, but everyone knows how he treats his women. Rumor has it, she couldn't resist his... well, you know." She giggled, her tone dripping with malice. "Bet she's addicted to him already."The words stabbed at Skye like needles, but she didn't falter. Her jaw clenched imperceptibly, and she kept her gaze locked forward, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her react. Let them talk. Let them have their pathetic little gossip. She was no stranger to it-her life had been a spectacle ever since she agreed to this arrangement. But the raw, personal nature of their whispers still burned. How the he
"Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she muttered, the words escaping her lips in between gasps. Her voice cracked, raw and broken, as she pounded her fists against her forehead. "How could I be so blind? So fucking stupid?" Her fingers dug into her scalp, her perfectly styled hair now disheveled and wild as she rocked back and forth in her seat.She was spiraling, the weight of her emotions crushing her like a tidal wave. Images of Xavier and Abigail together flashed through her mind-his hands on her, his lips against hers-and she let out a choked sob. "For Christ's sake, Skye!" she cried out, her voice hoarse from the strain. "What the hell were you thinking? You knew this wasn't real. You knew better, and you still-" She broke off, shaking her head violently as though she could shake away the shame and self-loathing that threatened to consume her.Her phone buzzed, Skye froze, her red-rimmed eyes darting toward the glowing screen. For a moment, she considered ignoring it, letting it
Abigail walked in with the kind of confidence that could silence a room, her heels clicking against the polished floor like a diva. She was stunning, dressed provocatively in a scarlet gown that clung to her every curve. . The neckline plunged daringly, revealing her ample chest, while the slit up the side of the dress showcased long, toned legs. Her lips, painted the same sultry shade as her dress, curled into a smirk that was equal parts alluring and menacing. And her eyes-sharp, piercing, and calculating-scanned the room before landing on Skye with laser precision."Well, well, well," Abigail drawled, her voice dripping with mockery as she sauntered further into the room. Her tone was sweet, but it carried an edge sharp enough to cut. "Isn't this just a lovely sight? The blushing bride, all dressed up and ready to walk down the aisle." She moved like a queen surveying her kingdom, each step deliberate and dripping with purpose.The words hung in the air like a slap, and Abigai
"Let me get this straight," Dante snarled, taking a step forward, his hands gesturing wildly. "You're telling me that Abigail-Abigail of all people-came to your penthouse last night, and instead of throwing her out like any decent man with a shred of loyalty would, you-" He faltered, his voice cracking with disbelief. "You slept with her?! You're getting married today, Xavier! To Sky! How the hell could you do this?"Xavier's expression didn't flicker, not even for a second. He adjusted his cufflinks, the soft metallic click somehow louder than Dante's shouts. "She came to me," Xavier said flatly, his voice devoid of any emotion. "She wanted it. I didn't go looking for her. She asked, and I gave her what she wanted. Simple as that."For a moment, Dante just stared at him, his mouth slightly open, as if his brain was struggling to process what he had just heard. "She wanted it?" he repeated, his tone climbing an octave. "She wanted it, so you just-what? Thought it was your duty to obli
“So, girl, you’re trying to tell me Xavier almost chewed you to the bones and his ex girlfriend is back?” Gloria’s voice crackled through the phone, sharp and incredulous. “Sky, are you even hearing yourself right now? After everything that’s happened, you’re still going through with this?”Sky sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers fidgeting with the delicate hem of her silk robe. The room felt suffocating, the weight of Gloria’s words pressing down on her like a lead blanket. Her gaze drifted to the wedding dress hanging by the window. It swayed slightly in the evening breeze, its ivory fabric catching the last glimmers of sunlight.“I don’t have a choice,” she whispered, her voice so low she wasn’t sure Gloria had heard her.But Gloria had. She always did. “No choice?” Gloria scoffed, her voice rising in disbelief. “Don’t give me that crap, Sky. You always have a choice. And your choice is to walk straight into a marriage with a man who treats emotions like they’re beneath him an