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

After finishing my third glass, I held it out for a refill, but he didn't budge.

"That's enough for one night," he said, calm and final, before heading to the wine cellar with the bottle.

I watched him in silence as he dropped the glasses in the sink.

"I'll be back in a few—just going to shower," he added before disappearing upstairs.

The second he was gone, I stood up, fury bubbling inside me.

Kidnap me and then cut me off like some delicate doll? Tch. The audacity.

I made my way to the cupboard, grabbed a clean glass, and pulled the bottle back out—it was almost half full. I poured it to the brim and drank it fast, savoring the burn like it was revenge. One glass turned into two.

By the time I reached the bottom of the second, my body was humming. My legs wobbled beneath me, vision blurred, and heat crawled across my skin.

The wine… it was deceptively sweet, but way too strong. Or maybe it wasn't just wine.

A slow, burning need unfurled deep in my stomach. I fanned myself, but it was useless. My mind betrayed me, flashing back to the car—his lips on mine, the way he touched me like he already owned me. The hardness pressing between my thighs.

No. This wasn't normal. This wasn't just wine. Something was happening to me—something intense and unfamiliar.

The heat pooled between my thighs, throbbing. I clenched them shut instinctively, but it didn't help—it only made the ache sharper.

I stumbled back onto the couch, biting my lip, trying to breathe through it. But the images wouldn't stop. The taste of his mouth. His grip on my waist. The way he looked at me like I belonged to him.

My hand slid under my shirt, cupping my breast through my bra, a soft moan escaping me. The other hand found its way lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts, fingers brushing over wet lace.

I gasped—my body desperate, greedy. I moved slowly, rubbing in circles, letting the tension grow, imagining it was his hand instead.

I was trembling, completely lost in the overwhelming need building inside me. So close to the edge I didn't even hear him come back—until I heard my name, low and shocked.

CHAPTER 15: Zoey!?