All Chapters of Wild Fetish Desires: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My phone buzzed, and the name Madam Carie flashed across the screen. Without a second thought, I swiped left, ending the call before it could disrupt the quiet.I turned back to Nina, watching her face soft in sleep. Peaceful.But then—The screen lit up again. Madam Carie.My jaw tightened, rage coiling hot and sharp in my veins. The relentless buzzing grated against my nerves. My fingers twitched with the urge to hurl the damn phone against the wall, to shatter the device into a mess of glass and circuits just to silence her.But I didn’t.Instead, I exhaled slowly, forcing control over the simmering anger. Without hesitation, I powered off the phone and tossed it onto the nightstand.Whatever she wanted, which was, of course, sex. Whatever threats she thought she could dangle over my head—it didn’t matter. Not right now.Not when I had everything I wanted right here in this bed.Madam Carie could ruin me with a single decision just cause of her call that was left unanswered. She co

Nina's PovBefore I knew it, I was back at work, and Kane didn’t bother hiding how pissed he was about it.At first, he outright refused to let me leave, insisting I needed more rest. He said I didn't need to work and if I wanted anything—anything at all—he could afford it, no matter the cost. I told him I was fine, strong enough to work, but he wouldn’t listen. He was incredibly adamant and relentless in a way that made it nearly impossible to argue.It took an eternity to leave. An eternity and a bribe—countless kisses and a quick, heated session that left me breathless and shaky. Even then, I had to be smart about it.Afterward, I took a shower to wash off the strong scent of sex, changed into casual clothes, and made my way to the window—one low enough to the ground that I could climb out without breaking my neck. At least, that was what I thought.I was already halfway out, one leg over the ledge, when his growl stopped me cold.“Don’t jump! That ground is way too far for you! Yo

Nina's povHis mouth found the curve of my neck, hot breath feathering against my skin, his teeth grazing me with a possessiveness that made my knees weak.“You hear me?” he asked, voice a bit rough around the edges. “You’re moving in with me. You’ll leave this place. And I’ll fucking marry you.”My heart stuttered—then soared.For a moment, the room spun—not from the heat between us, but from the way his words cracked something wide open inside me. Joy—sharp and wild and disbelieving—burst in my chest. He wanted me. He wanted this. Not just for now, not just for pleasure, but for real.My breath caught, and I turned my face slightly, trying to meet his eyes, even as emotion thickened my voice.“What about your job?” I whispered, still scared to hope.He pressed closer, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke like it was already done.“I already quit.”I gasped, “You quit?? Since when?”“Since yesterday, when Kendrick came knocking at your door. I told him to tell the boss that I quit. I

Kane's pov~I had always considered myself a patient man. That was before Miss Pregnancy Hormones entered my life. Four months. Four goddamn months of Nina being pregnant, and I was convinced that no military training, no high-stakes business deal, and no extreme sport could have prepared me for this. I had survived shark dives, hostile takeovers, and even that one time he got stranded in the Alps for three days. But this? This was a whole new level of endurance. I had been spoiling Nina rotten—3 AM foot rubs, emergency ice cream dashes, even hand-feeding her grapes like some kind of Roman emperor’s pampered concubine (which, honestly, I loved). And I’d do it all again because she was carrying my child—our tiny human, who’d hopefully inherit my calm demeanor and not their mother’s ability to sob over a toilet paper commercial. But nobody—and I meant nobody—had warned me about the mood swings. One evening, she had laughed so hard at a cat video that she snorted her juice out of he

Kane's povThree more months. That’s all that stood between us and our new beginning. Nina was nearing her eighth month, glowing with that soft, maternal warmth that made my chest ache every time I looked at her. The nursery was already filled with tiny shoes, pastel onesies, and plush animals. We were both buzzing with excitement.But I had something else planned.That morning, I kissed her forehead, murmured something about “checking in on work,” and slipped out before she could ask questions. What she didn’t know was that I wasn’t heading to any usual job site.No, this one was special.The construction workers greeted me with nods and respect as I walked into the half-finished building. I ran my hand along the polished edge of the soon-to-be front counter. I could already imagine Nina standing there, welcoming guests with her soft smile. Her restaurant. Her name would be etched into the sign above the entrance. She had mentioned it once. Just once. A quiet moment during a date wh