Rawpassion Histoires

She shivers involuntarily at his touch, hating how her body betrays her. Clenching her teeth, she refuses to look at him, staring blankly at the ceiling. "Go to hell," she mutters. "Well, my little rage queen," he whispers darkly, one hand capturing both of her wrists above her head while the other traces circles on her stomach. "I can't go to hell. But I sure as fuck can make those pretty eyes roll back and make you beg..." His fingers trail lower, "See those stars," he growls, his fingers finally reaching their destination and spreading her thighs wider. "I'm going to make you see the whole galaxy..." His blue eyes locked onto hers, he slowly pushes his finger inside her, curling them upward. "Hate me now..." Her breathing grows heavier, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She bites her lip to hold back a whimper as he adds another finger. "I-I still h-hate you," she manages to choke out, her voice strained. "He laughs darkly, adding a third finger. "Prove it then"

She walked into his world with a mission. She should have known she'd never walk out. Sarah thought she was ready. Hired as the personal assistant to Aron Knight-the world's most feared billionaire mafia king- she had one goal: bring him to his knees. But Aron is no ordinary man. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who commands power with a single glance. He's the kind of danger she's spent her life hunting. The kind of monster who deserves to burn. She should hate him. She does. But hatred is just passion turned inside out. And the longer she stays in his world, the harder it becomes to tell where the mission ends... and where her surrender begins. He was never supposed to want her. She was never supposed to fall. Now, it's too late. Because in Aron's world, you don't get to leave. Not alive.

In the backseat of a car soaked in tension and lust, she's on top of him-hungry, aching, and completely unraveled. One kiss turns into a slow-burning game of control and desire. Eyes locked. Hearts racing. Hands wandering. She wants to watch him fall apart. He wants to own every sound she makes. But when pleasure becomes performance, and need turns primal, the only thing louder than the moans is the silence after release. A dark, steamy glimpse into obsession, power, and the raw heat between two bodies that can't get enough of each other. ❌ All content is original and may not be copied or reproduced without permission including the cover. ❌