Lilwritter

A young woman's life is turned upside down when her ex, Chris, suddenly reappears. Chris is the ruthless and cunning boss of a powerful mafia organization, with a reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost. As they rekindle their intense and passionate relationship, she is drawn back into a world of luxury and danger, where the lines between loyalty and obsession are blurred. But as Chris's true intentions are revealed, she must decide whether to surrender to her desires and become embroiled in his criminal empire, or to fight for her freedom and risk everything. With her loyalty to her friends and her own sense of self-worth hanging in the balance, she must navigate the treacherous landscape of Chris's world and confront the secrets of their past in order to survive.

Excerpt:
"What are you..." I started to ask, but Chris locked his lips with mine, cutting off my words. It was an angry kiss, like he was pouring his frustration into me. I tried to struggle, but he held me tighter and deepened the kiss. I eventually gave up, knowing it was futile.

He let go of my lips, and I could feel a sting on my mouth. I saw a bite mark on his lip as well. We looked at each other, and I could feel the tension growing in the car. We were alone, with me on top of him, and our faces inches apart. Before I knew it, our lips touched again, but this time it was different - it was slow and sensual. I moaned as his tongue started to explore my mouth, and the kiss inevitably deepened. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling, my hands roaming his chest as his hands went under my shirt and rubbed my bare back.

I started to feel hot all over and pulled my jacket away. He trailed his lips to my collarbone and sucked on it. When I started to move my hips over his already hardened bulge, he held my legs to stop me. "No," he said, his voice restrained. Still in the fog of the moment, I asked in a whisper, "What?" My breath came in pants, just like his.

He replied, "Let's stop here, princess, or we'll do the other thing you talked about." It took me a second to understand, and when I did, I immediately got off his lap and returned to my seat. My mind went to Sarah, and I realized I couldn't come clean to her now. I glared at Chris, who smirked at me and started driving again.

DARK NIGHTSHADE

As we drove in silence, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. I was still trying to process what had just happened between us. The kiss, the touch, the sensations that had coursed through my body. It was like my body had betrayed me, responding to Chris's touch despite my mind's protests.

I glanced over at Chris, who was focused on the road ahead. His expression was calm, but I could sense a hint of smugness beneath the surface. He knew he had gotten to me, that he had awakened a part of me that I thought was long dead.

I looked away, trying to compose myself. I couldn't let him get to me like this. I had to remember who he was, what he was capable of. But as I glanced back at him, I saw the way the dim light of the dashboard highlighted his features, the way his eyes seemed to gleam with an inner intensity.

We drove for a while longer, the silence between us growing thicker and more oppressive. I could feel the tension building, the air thickening with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

Finally, Chris spoke up, his voice low and smooth. "We're here," he said, nodding towards a sleek, modern building that loomed ahead of us.

I followed his gaze, my curiosity piqued. "Where is here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Chris smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "My place," he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "You're going to stay with me for the night."

My eyes narrowed in protest. "No, I won't," I said, trying to sound firm.

But Chris's expression turned cold, his eyes flashing with warning. "It wasn't a question, darling," he said calmly, pulling out his phone. "I can just call her now and get this over with."

I felt a surge of fear at the thought of him calling Sarah, of him revealing our secrets to her. I pursed my lips, trying to think of a way to get out of this situation.

Chris pulled up to the building and killed the engine. He got out of the car and came around to my side, opening the door for me. He extended his hand, helping me out of the car, and I took it reluctantly.

As I stood up, I glared at him. "Asshole," I muttered under my breath.

Chris's eyes crinkled in amusement. "Never said I wasn't," he replied, his smile smug and self-satisfied.

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the fear and uncertainty that was growing inside me. What had I gotten myself into? And how was I going to get out of it?

Chapter 13:my place