She wants it. He knows it. And he’s making her wait.

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"Don't you even dare."

That voice. That deep, commanding baritone, dripping with rage and possession, cut through the air.

I froze, so did Martin.

My heart skipped three beats.

My thighs clenched.

And I felt the flood between my legs like a damn breaking.

The voice wasn’t just a sound. It was a storm cloud forming, and the second it turned to face it, the atmosphere thickened like thunder before a downpour.

I turned slowly, already knowing who I'd find.

Alex.

He stormed towards us like a force of nature, radiating heat and fury. One hand tucked in...