I caught myself before I said “good”. But the thought lingered.
For a man, his age… he did look damn good.
That chiseled jaw. That raw, masculine face. I hated myself for thinking it, but something about him stirred
5/10 me-even through the fear.
Realizing they hadn’t been entirely cold, I decided to risk it. “You two… you’ve worked here long?”
“Yes,” the younger one said, her voice softer now.
“Then you must know him well. The Alpha, I mean. What about his mate? His children?”
Their expressions changed, frowns etching on their faces.
“It’s not our place to speak about that,” the older maid said gently but firmly.
That only made my heart twist tighter. What kind of man was I being taken to? Why wouldn’t they talk?
Just then, there was a soft knock at the door.
The younger maid turned toward me. “It’s time.”
The older one moved to open the door.
I didn’t feel ready.
Not even close.
6/10
But I straightened my back and followed them anyway. Because I didn’t have a choice.
The maids walked quietly ahead of me, and I followed, my heart pounding. Every step toward his room made the heat between my legs worse. My body was burning up; I could barely walk straight.
My heat was already here.
I could feel how wet I was. My thighs were shaking, and my nipples were sore just from brushing against the thin fabric of the dress. I wanted to cry. I didn’t want this. I didn’t even know this man.
But I had no choice.
We reached a large, dark wooden door. One of the maids gave me a small nod, then pushed it open. Warm light spilled out into the hall. I could smell something masculine inside-strong, spicy, and clean. It hit me straight in the chest.
“Go on,” she said gently. “He’s waiting.”
I swallowed hard and stepped inside. The door closed behind me.
7/10
This room was big and quiet, dimly lit by golden lamps. Everything looked expensive-thick rugs, a big fireplace, dark wooden furniture. But I barely noticed any of it.
Because he was there.
Sitting in a large chair near the fire.
Shirtless.
And damn-he looked good.
His chest was broad and muscular, his skin golden and smooth except for a few scars. One arm rested on the armrest, the other across his leg. His fingers were long and strong, his body completely relaxed.
His hair was messy like he’d run his hands through it. His jaw was sharp, with just enough stubble. And his eyes-dark and unreadable-lifted to meet mine the second I walked in.
I froze.
My legs trembled.
8/10
Heat flooded my body.
I could barely breathe.
My core throbbed, and I felt myself getting even wetter. Shame crawled up my throat-I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to feel this way.
But my body didn’t care.
It wanted him.
My heat was coming hard, and I couldn’t stop it.
He noticed.
He tilted his head and gave a slight smile. It wasn’t kind. It was dark. Confident. Like he knew what I was feeling.
He didn’t say anything.
Just watched me.
As if he could hear my racing heartbeat.
As if he could smell how badly my body wanted him.
And in that moment, I knew… There was no ay I’d
9/10 make it through this night untouched.
Olivia’s POV
He rose from the chair slowly. I stood frozen, like a prey caught in the gaze of a predator. My body reacted before I could stop it, heat rushing down my spine and settling between my thighs.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
I flinched, eyes wide. “No…”
His eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, but certainty.
“Now.”
My breath hitched. Something in his tone didn’t leave room for refusal. My hands trembled as I reached for the thin strap on my shoulder, dragging it down slowly. Then the other.
The silk slipped off, dropping at my feet.
I stood there, naked.
1/10
Shivering, not from cold, but from the overwhelming awareness of his gaze raking over every inch of my body.
And then I saw it.
Desire.
Raw. Hungry. Unfiltered.
It gleamed in his eyes, darkening them, tightening his jaw.
He moved-one step, then another-until he was in front of me. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.
His hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly down my arm. I gasped at the touch-so gentle, but electric. My nipples hardened painfully as his fingers ghosted over my skin.
“You’re burning,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Your body’s begging for relief.”
He pulled me closer, and my chest pressed against his. The contact sent sparks shooting through me. Then
2/10
Suddenly, his mouth descended on mine as he kissed me.
I whimpered.
The kiss deepened. His tongue brushed against mine, coaxing, exploring. My knees buckled slightly, but his arm was already around my waist, holding me up.
His mouth trailed down my throat, his stubble scraping just enough to make me shiver. He kissed lower, his warm breath brushing over my chest. Then he took a nipple into his mouth.
I moaned.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.