The Art Of Us

"You're going to remember this," I told her. "Every time you feel empty."

"You wanted a man," I whispered against her throat. "You got the wrong one."

I rocked into her again, sharp, steady, until she was trembling, nails dragging down my chest, eyes glassy.

"Three days," I muttered. "That's how long it's gonna echo. When you close your eyes. When you try to sleep. When someone else tries to touch you and your body rejects them."

She whimpered, nearly undone.

𓆩♡𓆪

She walked in thinking she could tame the fire-turns out, she was walking into the flames.

Iva Cain got caught in something darker than she expected. And before she could stop it, she was already in too deep.

She knew she should run.
But it felt too good to lose.

This is not your average love story.
It's obsession and power and everything we try to hide under our skin.

And once they touch, there's no going back.

𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲.
𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻.