I fumbled with the lock, my pulse hammering. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t want this. "Alaric," I breathed, but his name barely made it past my lips before his hands were on me—hot, demanding, unstoppable. "Tell me to stop," he murmured against my throat, his fingers sliding beneath my dress. "Tell me you don’t want this." I opened my mouth—to argue, to push him away—but all that came out was a soft, shuddering gasp as he found the one place that betrayed me. His dark chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. "That’s what I thought." __ Betrayed and humiliated at the altar. Isla never planned to ruin herself in the arms of another man. But heartbreak led her straight into the grasp of Alaric Voss—powerful, ruthless, and twice her age. One night. No names. No future. Or so she thought. Because when the sun rose, Isla came face-to-face with her new boss—the same man who had just claimed her in every sinful way possible. Now, resisting him is impossible. He’s everywhere—watching, teasing, owning her with every smirk, every touch. She swore it was a mistake. He swears it’s just the beginning. And the more she fights him, the more she realizes the truth: She was his from the moment he laid eyes on her. And Alaric Voss doesn’t let what’s his slip away.
View MoreIsla pov As soon as I stepped into my office, I placed my bag on the desk and pulled out the bank card, a small smile tugging at my lips as I shook my head, remembering the scene from earlier. Suhyeon and Esther had always been there for me, ever since the day we met. Through thick and thin, they made sure I was okay— even back in college. Suhyeon had taken on the role of the mother I never had, something my stepmother never even attempted. And Esther… she was like the troublesome sister I had always wished for. And I wasn’t talking about the Isolde kind of troublesome. That thought made me pause, I wondered how they were all doing back home. Not that it mattered anymore. I’d run away, blocked them all, cut every tie. I didn’t want to see them or hear from them again. “Time to get to work,” I muttered under my breath with a small smile, slipping the bank card back into my bag and reaching to turn on the laptop. But before I could, a knock at the door froze me in place.
Isla pov Little rose, I’m sorry for scaring you like that. I was just a little upset you met with another man at the club today. I hope you weren’t injured and don’t worry, I’ll deal with that bastard for touching you earlier. Have a good night! The words from last night kept echoing in my head, and I couldn't help but grip the fork in my hand tighter as I stared blankly at the plate in front of me. My mind was a mess, desperately trying to process everything. ’Little rose.’ That was Alaric’s nickname for me. He was the only one who ever called me that. The only one I’d ever heard say it and I liked it when he did. But last night, for the first time, the word made me feel uneasy. It left a sick feeling in my stomach, and I hadn’t been able to sleep properly since. And the picture, it was truly terrifying, especially knowing it had been taken just a week ago. It made me wonder how long this person had been following me to capture such a moment. Was this some kind of sick
Isla pov I was all just in my head. I was just imagining it. Yet my entire body trembled as I watched the van disappear into the distance. I didn’t know what compelled me, but I quickly read out the plate number, trying hard to memorize it. “7LXG295,” I whispered under my breath and shakily reached for my phone to type it down in case I forgot. But before I could, a loud knock on the window made me jump. My head snapped to the side in fright, only to see a man furiously banging on the glass, his other hand clutching the back of his neck in pain. “Come out, you bitch! Look at what you did to my car! Are you blind?! Can’t you see where you’re going?!” he yelled, his voice thunderous. I flinched, glancing at the car I had crashed into earlier. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes widening as I glanced back at the furious man still yelling and banging on the window. My gaze quickly took in his appearance, tattoos covering his arms, rough clothes, and a deep scar runn
Isla pov “I was given orders to take you home since it’s late, Miss Isla,” Liam said, his gaze steady as he looked at me. I quickly shook my head, hands raised slightly in protest, forcing a nervous smile. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll head home on my own, it’s not far from here. And besides, I don’t think it’s a great idea for my family to see me with you on a Sunday night. They’ll start asking questions,” I said, lying through my teeth. The real reason? I had run away from home. And I couldn’t risk Alaric finding out. What would he even think? A twenty-two-year-old running away from home? That was just… pathetic. Embarrassing. Liam’s expression didn’t falter. He simply gave a respectful bow. “Understood, Miss Isla. Please get home safely.” “Thank you, I appreciate it,” I replied with a small smile, turning toward the car. I walked over, opened the door, and slid into the driver’s seat. The moment I was in and James disappeared back into the club, I let out a fru
Alaric pov James. Now. How do I describe my half-brother? Cold? Cruel? Manipulative? Yes— manipulative. He had a habit of using people to get what he wanted in such a way that they never even realized they were being used, played like pawns in his little game. Just like now. It was obvious he’d used these dogs to stir up trouble in my club as payback for getting the contract. He hadn’t even lifted a finger from where he sat, yet he got exactly what he wanted. But there was one thing he hadn’t realized about me. Whatever bad traits he saw in himself, I had worse. And when I’m pushed to my limit... I don’t just bend. I snap. I lose all sense of rationality and when I do, I don’t think— I just act. A smirk tugged at my lips as I met James’s gaze, raising my hand into the air before bringing it down to Caleb. Smack! Caleb hissed in pain, his head snapping to the side, eyes squeezed shut. Then he screamed, thrashing beneath me, his hands pushing at my chest in
“Do you feel the urge to kill those who made your life miserable?” Adam asked the man sitting in the chair, pushing his glasses higher as he scribbled in his notes. His eyes stayed locked on the man, uncertain whether he was asleep or simply ignoring him. When no response came, Adam sighed and shook his head, removing his glasses in frustration. He was already starting to regret his decision. Why did he take Alaric Voss as a patient? He was the one everyone had warned him about. “Stay clear of that devil,” an acquaintance had told him when he’d first asked about Alaric. “Five therapists quit on that man. Sure, he looks normal but he’s not. Some say he’s insane… others say he’s possessed. Want to know why?” Adam could still remember the chill that ran down his spine when he first heard what his acquaintance had said. “Because whenever he gets mad, it’s like someone else entirely takes over. That man’s a beast. I heard he once left a man paralyzed but he never saw a day in
James pov Father: After securing the contract for you, you still managed to lose it to Alaric. I am deeply disappointed. You couldn’t even win against that child? You are the heir to the Voss Enterprise. If you can’t handle something as simple as this, then perhaps you’re not ready. Do whatever it takes to make him lose the deal. Your grandfather might not say it out loud, but he’s not pleased, Alaric is receiving the majority of the percentage. Me: I apologize, Father. I understand. I won’t fail you this time. Father: I do not need your empty promises. What I need are results. It's been confirmed that the Ashford Corporation is also part of this deal. Alaric is offering them a 10% profit, and you know that bastard never does anything without a motive. I want you to find out why he did it. I raised a brow as I read the messages, a frown tugging at the corner of my lips. My fingers stilled against the table beside me, eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Alaric was offering the As
Alaric pov I couldn’t control myself. I tried to be gentle— I really did. I kept telling myself over and over to take it slow with her, but it felt as though something inside me finally snapped. That urge, that hunger, I couldn’t fight it anymore. So I gave in. I ran my hand over her head, my voice low and rough as I grunted, “It seems like you're having trouble getting everything in your mouth, little rose. Let me help you with that.” Without a second thought, I pushed her down, forcing her to take every inch of my dick into her mouth. “Fuck,” I groaned, my head tilting back as the warmth of her mouth wrapped around me, sending a shudder through my entire body. It felt good. So fucking good. I tightened my grip in her hair, holding her there for a moment, savoring the sensation. Isla gagged, her hand pressing against my thigh but she didn’t pull away like I expected. No. She stayed right there, obedient and eager, giving me exactly the kind of pleasure I craved. I couldn’t co
Isla pov “Little rose, tell me… do you know how to suck a dick?” I froze, staring at the insanely gorgeous man in front of me as his question echoed in my mind over and over. Did I know how to suck a dick? The moment those words slipped from his lips, a jolt of heat shot through me. My thighs clenched involuntarily, and I felt my core throb, warmth flooding between my legs. God, how could just his voice, just that one filthy question, make me this wet? Alaric had always made my body respond to him before my mind could even catch up. It was as if the man in front of me had me under some kind of spell. All I could think about were sinful thoughts, especially the idea of dropping to my knees and doing everything I could to please him, to return the pleasure he had given me yesterday morning with just my mouth. But there was one problem. I was nervous— terrified I wouldn’t be good enough for him. Sure, I had given Leon blowjobs before whenever he wanted, but now that
My eyes fluttered open, only to immediately shut again as a dull, throbbing headache overwhelmed my senses, making me groan from the pain. “Fucking hell,” I muttered under my breath, my hands instinctively clutching my head, hoping it would somehow stop the pain. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. If anything, the pain only intensified, pounding against my temples like a relentless drumbeat. And the worst part? My entire body ached. Everywhere. “What happened? How much did I drink last night?” I muttered, asking no one in particular as I opened my eyes, trying to take in my surroundings. But without my glasses, I could barely make anything out. One thing was clear, though—I wasn’t in my room, and I couldn't remember anything, not even where I was. I sighed and reached out for my glasses, hoping I hadn’t broken them. But instead of the familiar frame I expected to feel, my hands brushed something else—something hard, like a human body. I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat as I ...
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