TEMPTATION | 18+

"So wet for a man you hate, darling?"

Vaek's voice was low enough to be obscene. His mouth hovered at her throat, breath warm and steady, like her defiance was an indulgence he could afford. Mockery dripped from every syllable.

Leora's back pressed into the cold glass, breath fogging it. Her fingers curled into his lapel before she could stop herself. "You're disgusting."

"Am I?" His thumb pressed a slow, deliberate circle through the silk of her dress, right where her body betrayed her.
"Mmm?" The sound rumbled from his chest, almost thoughtful, but his eyes.. sharp as cut glass.

"And yet..." His hand slipped beneath the hem, fingers brushing bare skin before sliding inside her panties. "You're trembling for me."

Her stomach dropped, heat tangling with shame. She tried to turn away, but his grip on her jaw forced her to meet his stare.

His mouth grazed her ear. "Eyes on me," he coaxed, voice silk over steel. "If you're afraid, watch me take it away from you."

"This isn't-" she began.

"Shh, baby." His lips brushed her temple. His rhythm deepened, stealing a gasp she despised from her own lips.

"This is me making sure," he breathed, "that even with a shadow breathing down your neck... you still come apart for me."

Her nails dug into his suit. "You're insane."

"You're wrong." His voice scraped the air between them. "I'm a warning."

His touch pressed harder, coaxing a sound from her throat she hated giving him.

"And if he's watching right now..." Vaek's tone was slow, merciless. "I hope he understands..."

He leaned in until his mouth brushed her cheek.
"That there's not a single inch of you he will ever touch... that I haven't already claimed."

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And when names fall like ash and loyalty shatters
Only one truth will remain:

The devil he's chasing...
Bears his own last name.

While, somewhere in the dark, another predator watched and waited for his turn.

This isn't a love story.
This is a war.
And temptation was the first sin.