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"Tell me to stop," he whispers, his voice hoarse, desperate. She looks up at him, her lips trembling, her pulse wild beneath his fingertips. She should say it. She should push him away. But she never could. "I can't," she breathes. And just like that, the lines between love and disaster blur. Because falling for Josh Carter was something she had no control over. From secretly crushing on him for years, to living with him in an unexpected turn of events, to being his pretend fiancé, just how crazy can things get. Especially when he gets obsessively addicted to her
Leah's POV
The world slowed to a crawl.
One second, I was walking to school, my headphones in, the cool autumn air brushing against my skin. The next, I heard the screech of tires, the sharp blare of a horn, and my body locked in place as fear paralyzed me.
I couldn't move.
The car was too close, moving too fast. My heart slammed against my ribs, my breath caught somewhere in my throat, and in that frozen moment, I thought-This is it. This is how I die.
But then-arms. Strong, firm arms wrapped around me, yanking me back with a force that sent me colliding against a solid chest. A rush of warmth. The scent of something deep, musky, expensive. A heartbeat, steady and calm, right beneath my ear.
I gasped, my body trembling, my hands fisting into fabric-his fabric.
"Are you okay?" A voice, deep and rich, laced with something unreadable.
I lifted my gaze, and-oh.
The world, which had been on the verge of crumbling, suddenly stilled.
He was beautiful. Devastatingly, unfairly beautiful.
Dark brown hair, just tousled enough to look effortless. A sharp jawline, strong cheekbones, piercing eyes-God, those eyes. A shade of hazel so intense it felt like they could see right through me. His lips were slightly parted, brows drawn in concern, and for a ridiculous second, I forgot how to breathe.
I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. "I... I-"
Before I could get a proper word out, he was already moving, already stepping away like I was nothing more than a momentary inconvenience. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "You should be more careful."
Then, just like that, he turned away.
And I stood there, heart still hammering, pulse still erratic, watching as he walked off like he hadn't just saved my life.
Like he hadn't just knocked the air from my lungs with a single glance.
I stayed there for a long moment, my fingers still curled into the ghost of where his shirt had been, my mind replaying the deep timbre of his voice, the way his touch had burned through my uniform.
And then I shook myself. You're being ridiculous, Leah.
With one last look in the direction he had disappeared, I forced my legs to move again, my heart still struggling to settle.
.............................
My heart was still racing when I walked through the front door.
I kicked off my shoes absentmindedly, still replaying the morning's events in my head-the screech of tires, the strong arms that had yanked me back, the deep voice that had sent a strange shiver down my spine. Him.
I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him all day.
Not just because he had saved me, but because there was something about him-something commanding, magnetic, impossible to ignore. He had barely looked at me, barely acknowledged me, yet my mind was trapped in the memory of his hazel eyes, the way his hand had gripped my arm so effortlessly, the way my body had reacted to his presence like it had been wired to do so.
I shook my head. You're being ridiculous, Leah.
I exhaled and stepped into the living room, expecting to see my brother, Ryan, sprawled on the couch watching basketball or playing video games. What I didn't expect was him.
The same him I had spent the last several hours trying to push out of my thoughts.
Sitting on my couch. Laughing with my brother.
I froze mid-step. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack.
What. The. Hell.
He looked different now. More relaxed. His posture was lazy, his long legs stretched out in front of him, an easy grin playing on his lips as he clinked a beer bottle against Ryan's. His hair was still tousled, but in a way that seemed intentional, like he had run his fingers through it a thousand times.
And then, as if sensing my presence, he turned his head.
And those hazel eyes-those same goddamn hazel eyes-landed on me.
For a second, time stopped.
I felt the floor shift beneath me, my breath tangling in my throat as the weight of his gaze pressed against my skin. Did he recognize me? Did he remember pulling me back from the street just hours ago?
His brows pulled together slightly, like he was trying to place me.
And then-nothing.
Just like that, his expression smoothed out, completely indifferent. Detached. Like I was just a stranger, someone not worth a second glance.
Like he didn't even remember me.
My stomach twisted into a hard knot.
"Leah!" Ryan grinned, completely oblivious to the internal meltdown I was having. "Finally home, huh? Come here, I want you to meet someone."
I already know him.
I already know the way his voice sounds
Mira Kingsley has spent years fighting her way to the top-only to be told she can't take over as Co-CEO of her family's company unless she marries Ryan Carter. Ryan. Freaking. Carter. Her childhood nightmare. The cocky, annoyingly brilliant CEO who spent years making her life miserable. Now, she's stuck in a one-year arranged marriage, just trying to survive boardroom battles, corporate gossip, and a husband who is way too good at playing the role. But there's a catch. Ryan has zero intention of letting her go. Especially since he's the one who secretly orchestrated the whole thing. With nosy billionaire friends placing bets, and Ryan being unreasonably attractive while doing husband things and trying to invade her personal space Mira is just trying to make it through the year. Ryan? He's playing the long game. ......... A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers, fake marriage rom-com with sharp banter, workplace power struggles, and a husband who is way too good at being a menace.
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"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
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