Rumination [h.s]

"Maeve, baby, just give in."
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His fingers slowly trace my jaw, while he pepper's kisses to my neck. I run my hands through his brown curly locks.

"We can't, you know this. The girls are home an-" He was obviously displeased with what I was saying, so he cuts me off with a passionate kiss, his tongue forcing its way into mouth.

"You didn't seem to care last time, what changed, baby?" He mumbles into my lips.

"I really fucking hate you." I mumble against his lips.

"I know." He mumbles back.

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Maeve Preece - stripper, dancer, sinner. Call her what you want. She's heard it all before.

Nights at Sapphire, one of New York City's most infamous strip clubs, blur together in a haze of neon lights, sweaty bills, and cheap perfume. Maeve dances, grinds, and sometimes serves drinks - anything to keep her head above water and her rent paid. Her life is built on survival, not dreams.

Until Harry walks in.

What started as obsession - the kind that borders on hate - turns into something far messier. One night together becomes two, then three, and so on, until Maeve realizes the one thing she swore would never happen has already begun: she's falling for him.

But love doesn't come easy when it's tangled in lies and blood.

Because Harry isn't just trouble - he is trouble.
A man with a reputation built on fear: drugs, money, murder, theft, and every sin in between. Exactly the kind of life Maeve promised herself she'd never get dragged into again.

Now, it's too late.
She's already in deep - and the only way out might destroy them both.

What happens next?
Read to find out.
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Started: 05/18/25.