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The Mafia Devil's Obsession - Chapter 9


Chapter 9

Leah

My heart pounded loudly against my chest as I watched him approach, his gaze shamelessly raking down my body. It felt as though his hands were tracing every curve slowly, making the hairs on my neck stand on end.

When his eyes met mine again, I shivered.

"If you were trying to get my attention, doll, you've definitely succeeded." he teased when he reached me.
I scoffed, tilting my head up slightly, meeting his gaze with a glare. "Bold of you to assume I was trying to get your attention."

He chuckled, the deep sound spreading goosebumps across my skin. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my face as he whispered, "Then whose attention were you trying to get, dressed like this?"

Caught off guard by the sudden proximity I took a step back quickly, my heart skipping a beat. He chuckled again, finding my reaction entertaining.

His eyes slowly trailed down my body again with an intensity that made me bit my lip. He made me uncomfortable in a dangerous but thrilling way.
"You look hot in that dress," he murmured. " So hot, I want to hide you from every man in this room who's having thoughts they shouldn't be."

"It's you I need hiding away from."

His grin widened, and before I could step back, he closed the gap between us. He gently lifted my chin with a single finger, making me look up into his darkned eyes.
"True. If you knew what I was thinking, doll," he whispered, and I inhaled sharply. "You'd be running for your life."

My breath quickened, the tension between us so fucking thick. My eyes flickered to his lips briefly, but he noticed. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip as he asked, "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"That's new," my voice came out shaky. "Asking for permission before kissing me."

He smirked, leaning in, the tip of our nose brushing against each other. "Do you like it when I kiss you without asking."

I made to slap his hands off when I was abruptly shoved aside. I stumbled back as a woman in a red dress slipped between us. I was glad she snapped me out of whatever voodoo Aiden was using on me, but did she have to push me that hard.

She trailed her fingers possessively down his torso. "Who is she?" She asked, not hiding her dislike for me.
His expression hardened. "Take your hands off me," he said, irritated.

She sucked in a breath. "There it is, that coldness that makes me weak." She glanced at me, smirking.
He tried to remove her hand, but she grabbed his tie instead and yanked him down to her level, and pressed her lips against his.

Aiden didn't push her away as she kissed him. I stood there like a fucking third wheel my mind reeling in shock, stunned by her boldness.

"Leah," someone tapped on my shoulder gently, pulling me out of the daze. I turned around to see Cole, a family friend of ours.

We hugged and exchanged pleasantries, and I took the opportunity to slip away into the crowd away from him.
My eyes followed the newly married couple as they danced. It brought back memories of my own wedding. I was so certain then that my marriage would be the beginning of a blissful life. Three years later and I am uncertain what our relationship was.

"Marriage won't stop her from sleeping around," one of the women at our tabke snickered and another quickly agreed.

I ignored them, taking a sip of the wine in my glass. I was sitting with four women from our high school. Bitter women.

If I wasn't trying to avoid a certain someone I wouldn't be here listening to them gossip and judge others.

I glanced around the room, my eyes searching for him. I spotted him, sitting four tables away. The woman from earlier sat close to him, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from his face as she smiled up at him.
"Get a hold of yourself, Leah!" I scored myself, downing the remaining wine in my glass.

I looked at him again, and this time, our eyes met. My heart skipped a beat as he smiled, raising his glass in my direction before taking a sip, his eyes never leaving mine.
My cheeks burned, and I quickly looked away.

I am so fucked.

"What do you think about a partner having a best friend from the opposite sex?" One of the women dragged me back into an ongoing conversation.

I smiled awkwardly. "I don't really know."

"Her husband doesn't have any female friends. In fact, we were all surprised when they started dating," someone else chimed in.

"Yeah, Liam and Matt were so close we thought they were dating. I mean, doesn't Liam look gay?" They all burst into laughter, but I couldn't bring myself to join in, clenching my fists offended.

As if that wasn't enough someone else added, "Liam must be a bottom. I can't picture Matt bending over for anyone."

My hand slammed down on the table in anger. The laughter died instantly, and they all turned to me startled. "I don't find what you're saying about my husband funny at all," I snapped, my eyes fixed on the woman who talked last.

They exchanged glances and murmured among themselves. The woman who started it forced a smile. "We were only joking. There's no need to take it seriously. You are acting like we struck a nerve."

The woman beside me scoffed and muttered, "She always ruins the moment."

I snatched her glass of wine from the table, and she flinched, thinking I was going to pour the drink on her. "Bitch."

I took a big gulp of the wine and slammed the glass back on the table. I then stood up and left.

I made my way to the restroom, furious. I dropped my purse beside the washbasin, gripping the edge tightly.
How dare they say such things about him and act like I was the one in the wrong?

"Do you need my help?" Aiden asked. I turned to see him leaning against the doorframe.
I almost forgot about him.

He stepped further into the room, the door closing behind him. He stood close, his hands moving to cup my face. I grabbed his arms. "Leave me alone," my voice trembled slightly.

He didn't let go. Instead, he forced me to look at him, his gaze making me shiver even in my anger. "Do you want me to deal with them?" He asked.

I knew he meant every word from how serious his expression was. "You just need to nod, and I will take care of them."

I bit my lip, trying to turn away, but his grip kept my face still. He used his thumb to pull my lip free. "I noticed you do this a lot when you are angry or nervous."

He leaned down, his lips hovering just a breath away from mine. "Which is it?Are you angry or nervous right now?"
My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last as I stared up at him. I turned my head to the side when he tried to kiss me. "I can't," I whispered.

"Why?"

"I'm married."

In an instant, he turned me, pushing me against the wall. His grip on my hip tightened as he pressed his body into mine. I gasped, feeling his arousal press against my stomach. "And?"

"I-I..." My breath hitched coming out ragged as his hand slid down my body, slowly, his rough touch burning every part of my skin he grazed. His fingers traced the length of my thigh through the slit in my dress, lifting it as he pulled my leg around his waist.

I am drunk.

"Mhm," a moan escaped my lips as he rubbed himself against me.

The friction sent sparks of pleasure through my body as he grinded his hips slowly, and I held onto his shoulders whimpering.

"Is that the only thing standing in my way, doll?" His voice was a dark whisper against my ear.

I trembled, nails digging into the fabric of his suit as I cried out, "Yes."

I am drunk.








Chapter 10  

Aiden

She moaned, fisting the sheet as I thrust into her, hard and fast. Her eyes were shut tight, her breast bouncing in rhythm with each movement of my hips.

My eyes roamed over her sweat-slick body. She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful with nothing on. Vulnerable, completely at my mercy, and mine to do with as I pleased. I could take her over and over again and it still wouldn't be enough. 

I leaned in, brushing the strands of hair that stuck to her face aside. Turning her face to mine, I kissed her. She parted her lips, allowing my tongue to slip inside and I deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth before trailing my lips down her neck. I nibbled on her skin and she whimpered, her body shivering under my touch.

I traced a circle around a small mole on her breast with my tongue. "Third one," I murmured against her skin, before sucking and nibbling on her nipple, making her gasp as she arched off the bed.

I thrust deeper, and she cried out, "Yes, right there," Her legs moved to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

She tightened around me and I groaned, "Fuck," as I fought to keep myself from losing control and collapsing onto her.

"Please, don't stop," she begged desperately.

There was no way I could stop. Not when her face was twisted in raw pleasure, each of my thrusts drawing a sexy moan from her sinful lips. Moans that could push any man over the edge. 

I was going to fuck her until she couldn't take anymore until I was the only man occupying her thoughts.

"Open your eyes, doll," I groaned, but she didn't respond, her eyes still closed, lost in the moment. "Look at me while I fuck you," I growled, wrapping my hand around her neck with just enough pressure to make her obey.

Her eyes fluttered open, locking with mine and my heart skipped a beat. They glistened with tears, tears of pleasure mixed with embarrassment. When she tried to turn away, I tightened my grip a little around her throat, "Don't turn away from me," I grunted, leaning down to taste the saltiness of her tears. "I want to see those lustful eyes shed tears for me while I pleasure you."

Her walls clenched around me, her nails digging into my back as she broke apart beneath me.

"Say my name," I commanded, my pace quickening as I felt myself close.

"Aiden. Aiden," She screamed as she came again, my name on her lips sending a shiver down my spine and pushing me over the edge.

I leaned back slightly, brushing my hair away from my face with a satisfied grin, looking down at her. She was trying to catch her breath, her eyes wide and pleading for more. And more I would give her without a thought.

She was intoxicating, driving me to a level of madness that both thrilled and terrified me. It stirred something dark and twisted within me. The desire to keep her locked away, hidden from every other man, including the one who had the right to her body.

She was right. I was crazy.

I chuckled leaning down, whispering into her ear, "I'm going to fucking ruin you. And I will enjoy every bit of it."

The next morning, she was gone. She had fled, leaving no trace of her except for the lingering sting of her nail marks on my back. I chuckled, imagining her slipping out of bed, quietly dressing, careful not to make a sound as she tiptoed away, knowing that if I had woken up, I wouldn't have let her leave. Not yet. I wasn't done with her.

"Guess I didn't do a good job if she still had the strength to run."

But what was the point of running? This was my city, my territory, and I knew exactly where to find her. We weren't ending this as a one-time thing.

"Where is she?" I asked Storm as I stepped into the estate.

"In the basement," he replied.

I halted, raising an eyebrow. "The basement?"

"Where else would I have kept her?" 

I clicked my tongue, shaking my head as I continued down the hallway. "Try being a gentleman for once."

"That's rich, coming from you," he snorted.

I laughed as we descended into the basement. "Did you find Ryan?" 

"He knew we were coming. Made a run for it before we arrived."

"That sly bastard," I growled, my jaw tightening. "I will break his fucking legs when I find him. Have our men block every possible escape route. If he leaves the city, it will be hell tracking him down."

"Yes, boss."

In the basement, a woman sat on a chair, hands tied to the arms and her legs to the chair's legs. Her mouth and eyes were covered with a cloth. She looked terrified, her chest heaving as she heard us come in.

I walked over and yanked off the blindfold. Her eyes widened in fear as they locked onto mine. The moment I pulled down the cloth covering her mouth, she stammered out, "I'm sorry! I will delete the video."

I smirked, reaching into my coat for my pocket knife. She recoiled, tears spilling down her cheeks as she whimpered, "Please don't kill me."

I held her arm, and she screamed, trying to pull her hands away. "Stay still," I boomed, and she flinched. I cut the rope binding her wrist, and she looked at me scared and confused. 

Storm brought another chair, and I sat down, cutting the remaining rope. "Do you have a fetish of watching others?"

She shook her head frantically, "No, I was there before you two came in."

"And you decided it was okay to make a video."

"I am sorry."

"What were you planning to do with it?"

"I wanted to send it to her husband. But I will delete it right now, I promise."

A muscle in my cheek twitched as I was reminded yet again that she was married. I wondered what type of man he was. That lucky bastard had her tied to his side for life with just a paper.

I wondered what kind of reaction her husband would have once he saw a video of his precious wife being touched by another man. Hearing her scream how much she wanted him. He won't take it lightly, that's for sure. It will ruin her marriage. Tear her perfect little world apart. It's just exactly what I wanted. 

A woman like her should only be touched by me. Every inch of her body belonged to me the moment she let me touch her.

Storm handed her phone to me. "Password," I demanded, pressing the power button. 

I glanced at the wallpaper of her between two men on her screen. My eyes narrowed on the man with black hair and dark eyes. A familiar face I hadn't seen in years.

I chuckled darkly, turning the phone to her. "Is her husband one of these men?"

"Yes." She confirmed my guess.

No fucking way!

Leah Walsh.

Liam Walsh.

I threw my head back and laughed loudly, my body shaking with the force of it. This was unexpected. 

"Well, isn't this a fucking family reunion?" I said amused.

How many years has it been? He had grown so much, but I could see the resemblance. He looked just like him. A face that used to haunt my dreams. But not anymore. 

To think fate would twist our paths together once again and through his wife, my dear sister-in-law. 

Things just got interesting.










Chapter 11  

Leah

My phone lit up beside me on the bed, vibrating for the hundredth time. The room was dark, save for the brief, light that flashed each time a new notification came in, or the phone rang.

I was curled up in a ball, hugging the pillow. Every muscle in my body ached, reminding me of last night. I wanted to forget. To pretend it didn't happen, but his touch lingered. My lips throbbed from his kiss, bruised and swollen. I had scrubbed myself in the shower, trying to wash it away, to erase his touch. But the water did nothing to quench the fire he had ignited within me. A fire that had been extinguished for so long I had forgotten it even existed.

I pulled the pillow closer, my arm tightening around it. A sob escaped my lips, but no tears came. I had cried all my tears dry since I came back.

I hated myself for how much I had wanted it, every forbidden second of it. I submitted to him willingly, allowing him to touch me in ways I hadn't been touched before. Shame coiled tightly in my stomach. I should have stopped him. But I didn't. All I thought of at that moment was how good it felt, how desperately I had needed that connection, that release.

I crossed a line. One I never thought I would cross. And for what? A night with a man I barely knew, leaving me feeling more empty and broken than before.

And here I was acting like I didn't know the consequences of my actions.

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"Leah!" I heard a faint voice yell.

It sounded like Sam. But she hasn't returned yet from visiting her brother.

I opened my eyes, squinting in the darkness. I heard her call again, this time louder, followed by a loud banging on the door. I sat up slowly, my body heavy and worn out. I dragged myself to the edge of the bed and forced myself to stand.

I opened the door to find Sam's hand raised for another knock. Her face scrunched up in disgust as she took in my dishevelled look. 

"Girl, you look like shit," she commented.

I let out a tired laugh, brushing my hair back. "I feel like shit."

"Jesus! What happened? And what's with the dark, creepy vibe in here?"

"I have just been... tired."

She frowned, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me out into the hallway. "How long have you been holed up in here?"

Three days. I even called in sick.

I linked my arms with hers and steered us both downstairs. "Since yesterday. When did you return?" 

She glanced at me sideways, concerned. "Hey, are you trying to change the topic?"

"Seriously, I am fine," I smiled. "Just needed this week to rest, that's all."

She narrowed her eyes but didn't say more. "How was the match?" I asked as we sat down on the sofa.

"Yeah, Des's team won like always," she started. I listened to her attentively, trying to distract myself from what she was saying. That is until she mentioned his name. "Right, I ran into Liam and Matt at the stadium. I was surprised 'cause you told me..."

"Leah?" 

The tears I had thought had dried up began pooling in my eyes at the mention of his name.

How do I face him when he returns? Our marriage was already hanging by a thread, and this would sever it completely. 

I couldn't hold it in any longer. My body shook as I began to cry. Sam scooted closer, lifting my face to meet her worried gaze.

"I fucked up, Sam," I choked on my words. "I made a mistake."

Her expression hardened and she remained quiet for what felt like hours before she asked quietly, "How big of a mistake?"

"He won't forgive me. I-I don't deserve forgiveness."

"Is he someone close?" She asked, realising what I meant.

"No."

"When? When did this happen?"

"Saturday," I whispered, biting my lip. "At Julie's wedding. One minute, I was angry, and the next, he was kissing me. I couldn't stop myself from wanting more."

Fuck, I feel dirty.

"Oh God, Leah, what are we going to do?"

I shook my head helplessly. "I don't know, Sam. He's been distant for a while now and this will ruin it all."

She pulled me into a tight hug, letting me sob against her shoulder. "We'll figure it out, Leah. Together," she whispered. I hugged her back, my grip tightening around her. "If you decide to tell him, whatever happens, I will be here for you."

"And if you don't..." She kissed my forehead. "I will respect whatever decision you make."

******
I made up my mind to tell him, but I wasn't prepared when he suddenly returned. 

My heart skipped a beat when the door creaked open. His eyes were colder than the last time I saw him.

My hands trembled as I forced myself to say, "Welcome."

He closed the door behind him, ignoring me as he walked in. I dropped the hairdryer on the table, biting down my inner cheek. 

This wasn't the right time to tell him. At least, that was the excuse I gave myself that day and the next until a week passed. 

I couldn't do it. 

I felt it from his attitude toward me that telling him would be a mistake. I wasn't prepared to face his anger yet, so I decided to keep it a secret. What happened was a mistake. One that I wasn't going to repeat. I refused to let it destroy what was left of my crumbling marriage. I just had to act like it never happened, and he would never know. 

That was what I thought.

"How was the wedding?" Liam asked over dinner.

My heart pounded in my chest. 

Why was he asking? Did he find out?

"It went well," I replied, my eyes fixed on my plate.

A low chuckle came from him. It sent a chill down my spine. "Is that so?"

I swallowed hard, the food now tasteless. Not that it had any taste before now.

"Matt's divorcing, Amira," he informed me suddenly. I wondered why he was telling me. "Turns out she has been cheating on him."

My grip tightened around the fork. The air felt too thin to inhale all of a sudden. He was watching me, waiting for a reaction. It was as if he could see through me to my sins. My heart pounded even louder, so loud I was afraid he might hear it. 

"Then I thought to myself... Was Leah cheating on me, too?"

He knew. 

He fucking knows.

His chair scraped against the floor as he stood up. He circled the dining table slowly. I could barely breathe, my palms sweaty as I felt his presence behind me. 

My eyes welled up with tears as I whispered, "I'm sorry." I turned to him.

His fingers were cold as they grazed my cheek. For the first time since I met him, I was scared he would hurt me. 

"Why are you sorry? It's not like I said I don't trust you," he said softly, his finger brushing my hair aside. "There is no way you will do that to me. Not when you love me, right?"

I nodded.

"Good." His lips curled into a smile as he leaned down, his lips brushing my neck. "It will be hard forgiving you if you do that, Leah."

I nodded again, unable to look away from him. "I will have to play my part as a good husband then."

He kissed me.

It had been so long since he kissed me. I used to beg for it even if it was just a kiss on the forehead. But now, his lips pressed against mine felt wrong. So cold and without any affection. I closed my eyes, tears slipping down my cheeks.

If only I hadn't met Aiden.









Chapter 12  

Aiden

Jazz music played softly in the dimly lit, empty bar as I sat at the counter, taking the last gulp of my whiskey. The bartender leaned in, her cleavage exposed as she refilled my glass.

"Looks like the boss forgot his sexy date," she said, giving me a sly smile.

I sighed, my eyes briefly flicking to her chest before reaching for my glass. She leaned in closer. "We could do something else while you wait," she murmured, biting her lip.

I glanced up at her, unimpressed as I repeated, "Something else?"

She brushed her hair back, drawing my eyes to her cleavage again. "I am very good with my mouth," She whispered, licking her lips. 

I placed my glass down on the counter and leaned in, my finger brushing her lips roughly. "Is that so?" I said with indifference.

She smirked, taking my finger into her mouth, sucking slowly. "You have all the time before the boss shows up," she murmured, her brown eyes locking with mine. "Why don't you find out for yourself."

I pulled my finger free, wiping the wetness on her shirt. "Boring," I muttered, leaning back.

Her face flushed with embarrassment and quickly morphed into anger. "Asshole," she hissed, turning to disappear into the back.

I glanced at my watch for the hundredth time. The Don was two hours late. He always did this. No matter how late I tried to be, he somehow managed to show up even later. 

I'm beginning to think he does that on purpose.

I stared into the bottom of my glass, swirling the amber liquid while making a silent decision. As soon as I emptied the glass, I'll leave. Either I'd find him in his office, or we'd meet another day. I had more important things to deal with than waiting around for a man who doesn't keep to time.

As I lifted the glass to my lips, movement at the door caught my eye. I turned, and there he was, grinning like a maniac.

Julian. Fucking. Kingston. 

The Don of the Kingston family. 

Since taking over from his father, he'd ordered more hits on family members than his old man ever did. The only reason I was breathing even though he saw me as a threat was because he fears the consequences of eliminating me. I was the balance he needed to keep the family and other minor families in this city in check.

"Bastard," I muttered under my breath.

"Aiden, my good friend," he boomed, strutting in, the excitement in his voice faker than the smile on his face. "Always early."

I stood, bowing slightly. "Good evening, sir."

He chuckled and patted my head. "No need for formalities when it's just us."

My gaze followed his hand, then lifted to meet his eyes.

The smile on his face fell. He pulled his hand back with a short, awkward laugh. "Bad habit."

I reached up and combed my fingers through my hair, smoothing it back into place. 

The bartender reappeared, slinking toward Julian with a hungry look in her eyes. "Good evening, boss," she purred.

Julian grinned, pulling her roughly into a kiss, his hands gripping her ass. She giggled, pressing herself against him. "You don't come by as often anymore," she whined as they moved to a booth, where she straddled him. "I have missed you."

He chuckled, "How much?"

She slid off his lap, getting down on her knees, her fingers already working at his belt. "So much," she whispered.

"I will wait outside," I said, my voice flat as I turned to leave.

"No need to leave, Aiden," he called after me, smirking. "You have seen worse."

I paused, glancing back at him, then at the woman who had a mocking smile on her face. His hand drifted to her hair, forcing her mouth down his length.

"She could blow you too. I know she is your type."

"I'll pass," I replied with a frown as I walked away.

I leaned against the wall, a cigarette between my fingers as I stared at the dark, cloudless sky. 

I am fucking tired.

I sighed, flicking the cigratte to the ground and stepping on it. I glanced back toward the bar's entrance.

"How long does he plan on keeping me here?"

My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Storm. I was about to answer when the door slammed open. Julian stumbled out, his shirt and hands covered in blood. I glanced past him toward the bar.

What the hell?

He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fucking bitch," he muttered, his voice filled with rage.

He stalked toward me, eyes burning with anger. He raised his hand, ready to hit me, and I stood still, my eyes fixed on his. His hand stopped inches from my face, a twisted smile curling at the edge of his lips. 

"I hate having to look up when I talk to you, Aiden," he said, in a dangerously calm voice, lowering his hand to smear blood on my shirt. "Makes me feel like you have forgotten your place."

"My apologies, sir," I muttered, without lowering my head and daring him to make me.

His face twisted ugly, a vein throbbing in his head as we stared at each other the air thick with tension. Then his expression smoothed.

"So," he continued, his tone now casual. "About the list I sent you?" 

"Everyone has been handled except Ryan."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I didn't think it would take you this long to find one man." 

"I will deal with him before the end of the week." I replied, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.

He gripped my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. "I hear you have been busy with other things." 

"I don't know what you mean, Sir."

His smile widened as he released my chin. "Oh, come on, I had dinner with Carter last week.  He said something about you messing with his daughter."

"I remember you had a similar situation with the mayor's daughter. And now you're after Carter's even though she is married. I haven't seen her before, but she must be quite something, seeing as you can't keep your hands off her. Makes me want to get to know her." He licked his bottom lip.

A muscle twitched in my forehead, my hands slowly balling into fists. "Fucked her once. It's not something you should worry about."

"Yeah, I shouldn't worry about a woman you are not interested in." He smirked. "I trust that Ryan won't be breathing by next week?" 

"Yes, Sir."

"Perfect."

He turned toward his car, and a man stepped out to open the door for him. He was about climbing in but stopped halfway, turning back to me. 

"Oh, and Dom mentioned that you took two of his men."

"They were the ones who stole the goods we were looking for."

"So what?" He grinned. "You are a caporegieme and he is the underboss, know your fucking place, Aiden. If it had been me, would you have touched my people?"

"No, Sir," I answered. "But he is planning something. We need to..."

"Aiden!" He barked, cutting me off. "You may bear the Kingston name, but you are still the dog my father left me. You only bark when I tell you to."

My jaw tightened, but I held my tongue.

"Looks like you are letting all that talk about you holding the real power in the family get to your head," he mocked. "Even that slut had to remind me of it." He looked back at the bar.

I watched his car drive away, the words ringing in my ears. 

"That fucking bastard," I pushed my head back, exhaling sharply.

A dog his father left him?

The arrogant bastard really thought he had me leashed. He should know the only reason I bow my head is out of loyalty to the previous Don, the man I built this family with.

If it weren't for that loyalty, I'd have dealt with him long ago. But if he keeps pushing me, the leash he thinks he has me on might just snap.









Chapter 13  

Leah

I gripped the sheets tightly as Liam's weight pressed me into the mattress. 

It had been so long since he touched me that I almost forgot what it felt like. But the warmth I craved was absent.

It didn't feel like we were making love. It felt like... like he was doing me a favour.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against his back, trying to pull him closer. He stiffened under my touch, his body jerking slightly. I bit the inside of my cheek, swallowing the sting of his rejection.

"Harder," I sighed, frustrated as I bucked my hips, desperate for any scrap of connection.

"You're so fucking hard to please," he muttered, irritation evident in his tone.

I shut my eyes, determined to feel something, anything but the cold emptiness between us. Finally I felt something. A faint spark ignited deep inside me. I latched onto it, my breaths quickening. I moaned softly, "Liam..."

I bit my lip, chasing the fleeting pleasure. "Don't stop," I begged, my voice cracking. "Please... don't..."

I was so close I could taste it when he groaned, his body stilling as he found his release.

No. No. No.

I cried silently as the spark I had clung to vanished, leaving a harsh emptiness in its place. He rolled off without a word while I lay still, staring at the ceiling, my body aching with an unfulfilled need that had now become a familiar ache.

Liam let out a long exhale. "Having sex with you is exhausting."

My stomach twisted.

"You make everything difficult, Leah," he muttered as he climbed out of bed. "And you wonder why I never bother touching you." The door slammed shut behind him.

His words echoed in the silence. 

Shame burned through me tears prickling my eyes as I realized Aiden had broken me. He had left me hollow, haunted by something I could never reclaim.

I hugged herself, my body trembling as the weight of guilt crushed me. I had promised to forget that night. To move on for the sake of my marriage. But some ghosts are harder to bury than others.

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I shivered, my breath hitching as rough familiar hands traced a slow, possessive path over my skin.

The scent of his cologne enveloped me, intoxicating and unmistakable. I opened my eyes and our gazes locked. Hunger burned in his dark, intense eyes, raw hunger that made me tremble in a dangerous yet thrilling way. 

"Look at you," he murmured with a smirk. "Taking me so well. Such a good girl for me." 

My breath caught as he filled me completely.

"You love how deep I am going, don't you? How good I make you feel?"

"No...mhm," My voice came out shaky as my body betrayed me with every shudder, every gasp. 

His mouth brushed against my ear, as he whispered, "Aren't you a naughty girl, screaming my name while your husband is lying right beside you."

My eyes snapped open, heart pounding as I jolted awake in the dark.

My thighs pressed together involuntarily as I felt the slickness between them.

Shit.

I glanced to my side and Liam was still asleep. 

I slipped out of bed, quietly, and stepped into the bathroom. The warm water from the shower poured over me, but no amount of it could wash away my sins.

Just what the hell is wrong with you, Leah?

I went to work that morning feeling like shit. 

"Send this to the CEO's office for immediate approval," I said to my secretary as I finished with the last document in the pile. 

Nicole nodded, gathering the papers. "He also requested last month's report."

I frowned. "I thought I sent—"

A sharp knock interrupted me. I glanced up just as the door creaked open.

My heart dropped.

Aiden.

I tried to immerse myself in work to forget him and the dream only for him to appear in my office.

He stood there, a smirk curling on his lips,  dark eyes glinting with predatory amusement. "Hi," he said casually, lifting his hand in mock greeting.

I swallowed hard, clenching my fist under the desk.

Why is he here? How the fuck did he even get here?

"You can leave now," I told the secretary, my voice steady despite the panic rising in my chest.

As soon as the door clicked shut, I demanded, "What are you doing here?"

He chuckled, low and dangerous, as he stalked toward my desk. "That's no way to greet someone you haven't seen in weeks, doll."

"Don't come any closer," I warned, standing. His smile widened as he ignored me. "I am calling security."

Before I could lift the receiver, he closed the distance, his hand gripping mine. The phone clattered to the desk. 

"Let go off me," I snapped, trying to pull free, but his grip was firm.

He leaned in, his face mere inches from mine his breath  warm against my cheek. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, slowly, enjoying my discomfort.

I stepped back, hitting the edge of the desk. He followed, pressing closer, his body trapping mine. I hated how much his proximity affected me. How my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch even as my mind screamed for him to stay away. 

It was suffocating.

"Did you miss me?" He asked.

I drew in a shaky breath, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "Why would I?" I shot back.

"Oh." His eyes glinted with dark amusement. He whispered, leaning down. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

I stiffened as his thumb traced my jaw.

"Stop it," My voice trembled with a mix of anger and fear. "I am going to shout." 

"Shout," he taunted, his smirk deepening. "I want to hear how loud you can get without me touching you, doll."

I opened my mouth to speak, but he leaned in without warning, his lips crashing onto mine in a bruising, possessive kiss. I pushed against his chest, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them behind me.

His free hand slipped under my blouse, his fingers grazing my skin.

I bit his lip hard. He jerked back, startled at firat before shifting to a twisted smile. He ran his thumb across his bloodied lip, then smeared it onto mine. 

"That hurts, doll," He said, licking the blood off his lip. 

I glared at him. 

"Why draw a line now?" He asked. "We've already fucked."

"It was a one-night thing," I said. "A mistake I don't plan to repeat."

His expression darkened as he gripped my  chin tightly, forcing my head up. "A mistake?" He repeated. "You wanted me. You begged for me. Don't act like you've forgotten."

My cheeks burned with shame as his words pierced through me.

"And so? Don't tell me you think we are a thing now just because we spent a night together," I scoffed. "Pathetic."

He let out a loud laugh. "I wonder what your husband would say if he knew."

My chest tightened. "Are you blackmailing me?"

"No, doll." He chuckled mockingly, stroking my cheek with a chilling tenderness that made my skin crawl. "There are far more interesting ways to get what I want."

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