Flames of love and war のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Kelvin's POVI sat at the back of the club, my legs spread wide as I sat back in the chair, running a finger over my lips. Hardening at the sound of her whimpering on my laos and grinding against me. She knew exactly what she was doing.I licked my teeth beneath my lips, running my hand down her waist and wanting to reach for the rock forming down my thigh at the idea of her helplessness. I gazed at the wooden door with hooded eyes, wanting to give in to my desires, but then the bastard walked in.My fingers flexed against her waist as my gaze snapped toward the man who had just entered. A slow, irritated breath left my lips, my amusement fading into something far colder."Rodrigo." I called out with thinly veiled disdain.The older man smirked, taking his time as he crossed the room, the scent of his expensive cigar mingling with the lingering traces of gunpowder in the air. He had always carried himself with an air of arrogance, as if the world owed him something.I simply wanted hi

Laura's POVI sometimes did things without thinking. It is what some would refer to as bravery and others would see as being stupid. My pulse beat steadily, my body still humming with the defiance I had just laid bare. And then, Rodrigo moved. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed the wrist of the woman beside him who had been covered. Her cloak fell open to reveal a sultry blonde with vacant eyes, dressed in a sleek red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her painted lips parted slightly, but before she could make a sound, Rodrigo yanked her onto his lap with a force that sent the chair scraping against the floor. The sharp gasp that escaped her was drowned out by his low, amused chuckle. "You see," Rodrigo drawled, his voice laced with cruel amusement, "this is how bitches are supposed to be treated." And then he crushed his mouth against hers. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim, a show of power, a deliberate spectacle meant to remind everyone in the r

Kelvin's POVI held her chin between my fingers, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. Her lips parted slightly, and her breathing was uneven and filled with the scent if whiskey.She was testing me and pushing me. And damn it, I liked it. Her challenge hung between us, thickening the air, twisting the tension into something tangible. My grip tightened just enough to make her feel it, just enough to remind her who she was dealing with. "You want me to make you?" I murmured, tilting my head. Her smirk didn’t waver, but her pulse did, fluttering at the base of her throat like a trapped bird. I pulled her up in one swift motion, forcing her to her feet. She stumbled, the whiskey making her legs less steady than she probably wanted to admit. My other hand shot out, gripping her waist, steadying her. She sucked in a sharp breath, fingers curling against my chest before she caught herself and tried to pull away. I didn’t let her. Instead, I leaned in. My lips brus

Laura's POVWith every ounce of willpower I had left, I twisted my body sharply, slipping beneath his arm in one swift motion. My heart pounded as I scrambled to the edge of the bed, putting much-needed space between us. His dark eyes followed my movements, amusement flickering in their depths. His smirk remained, damn near infuriating, as he leaned back against the pillows, completely unbothered. “Impressive,” he mused, stretching lazily, like a predator who knew the prey was still within reach. He reminded me of a cat lazily playing with a mouse. “I didn’t think you had it in you.” I shot him a glare, my breath still uneven. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” His smirk widened. “Oh, I intend to find out.” I exhaled sharply, willing my pulse to slow. This man was a menace. A walking, talking disaster wrapped in an infuriatingly attractive package. He swung his legs over the bed and stood, rolling his shoulders with the kind of effortless confidence that made my stom

Laura's POVI sat at my desk, staring blankly at my computer screen. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but my mind was far from the spreadsheet I was supposed to be working on. Aldoracco. It had to be a coincidence. Didn’t it? But deep down, I knew better. That name wasn’t common. And if it was him…if it was really him, then my life was about to be ripped apart all over again. This was the one thing I had not connected to him. And now, in some cruel twist of fate, he might be my new boss? I shook my head, forcing myself to think rationally. It could be his father. Or a cousin. Maybe someone completely unrelated. I just had to keep my head down and do my job. If it was him… I’d deal with it then. Nathan’s voice snapped me out of my daze. “Hey, you okay? You’ve been staring at your screen for the last five minutes.” I forced a tight smile. “I’m fine. Just… thinking.” “Well, think fast because we’re all about to be under a microscope,” he muttered, adjusting his tie