The Devil's Haven

"Stay away from me," Celeste whispers, her voice trembling as Adrian's imposing presence traps her against the cold elevator wall.

"Not a chance, Cielo," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, the intensity in his dark eyes sending a shiver down her spine.

"Why do you always run from me, hmm?" he teases, his lips brushing against her ear. He nibbles at her earlobe, the playful bite sending a spark through her body, his warm breath fanning the sensitive skin of her neck.

His hand, strong yet deliberate, cradles her neck, his thumb caressing her pulse before it drifts lower. It lingers on her collarbone, then slides down to cup her breast, his touch firm and knowing. His fingers knead her flesh, squeezing gently before rolling her nipple between them, teasing and pinching in a way that draws a sharp gasp from her lips.

As she struggles to steady her breathing, his hand continues its descent, grazing her ribs and tracing her breasts, and finally moving down to her core.

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What started as a routine background check has become an obsession.

Now, every security camera tracks her movements, every "accidental" encounter sets her pulse racing, and the mysterious gifts at her door promise pleasure as much as danger.

In Adrian Rosso's domain, protection comes with a price-and Celeste's beginning to think she'll pay it willingly.

Every camera watches, every gift threatens, and her mysterious protector might be more dangerous than any stalker.

She shouldn't crave the possessive glint in his dark eyes, the way his fingers claim her waist but his dark eyes promise sinful delights that make her forget every reason she should resist.