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Adonis quickly covered my mouth, muting my pleasure-filled moans. He replaced his hand with his lips, stifling the long, drawn-out whimpers with his name thrown in. I came hard and fast, a constant flow of contractions around Adonis’s throbbing dick.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he thrust into me once more. “Fuck.”

His hips jerked back and forth as he filled me with his seed.

“Shit,” he growled before catching my lips with his again, only this time, his kiss was softer. “You made my pull-out game trash.”

I giggled, while still trying to catch my breath as he eased me back to my feet. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” I explained. “So that means we can do it… as much as we like.”

Adonis smirked as he put on his swim trunks. “You were amazing.”

I leaned against him, resting my cheek against his pounding heart. I was sore in the best ways, but I’d take the pain again if I knew it would lead to that kind of mind-blowing pleasure at the end. “Yeah. It was fun.”

He bent forward and kissed the top of my sweaty forehead. “Fun? Yeah, it was definitely that.” I tried to step away, but he grabbed me. “Hey, where you goin’?”

“Shower and then painting by the pool,” I answered, feeling his eyes glued to my ass as I sauntered away. I glanced over my shoulder. “You can join me if you like.”

I awakened with a gasp, sheets tangled around my legs, my skin glowing and pussy tingling.

“Fuck,” I groaned, burying my face in my pillow.

This is bad. This is so, so bad.

“Remember why you hate him, Nobi. Remember,” I whispered into the darkness.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but Adonis’s handsome face was etched behind my eyelids. Even in the dream, his touch felt more real than anything else in my life. I rolled over, kicking off the sweat-damp sheets.

“Jesus,” I panted, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I fumbled for the bedside lamp, desperate to chase away the shadows and for Adonis to sit in the corner, ready to rush to my side and hold me as the memories subsided. But he wasn’t there. I heard rustling outside my door and could sense he was out there, probably contemplating whether to come in or not. Part of me wanted him to.

In the harsh light, I stared at my trembling hands. What the hell was wrong with me? Adonis was my bodyguard, my protector. Nothing more. He couldn’t be anything more. But I knew I was lying to myself, even as I thought it. The way my skin burned at his touch, the electricity that crackled between us... it was more than just friendly affection.

“You’re fucked, Xenobia,” I muttered, running a hand through my long, tangled hair.

How was I supposed to face him, knowing I couldn’t hide my feelings forever? As the adrenaline faded, exhaustion crept back in. I left the light on as I lay back down, afraid of what other forbidden thoughts might be waiting in the dark. Tomorrow, I’d have to figure out how to deal with this mess. But for now, all I wanted was dreamless sleep.

Adonis

Iwatched her from my spot, my eyes never leaving Xenobia’s delicate form. I told her this shit was a bad idea, but she threw a tantrum all damn morning until I caved. The only reason I’d even agreed was because I had my team secure the entire fucking street before we even got in the car. Now that we were here, I realized what a terrible fucking decision it was and why parents should never give in to screaming children. The kids werealwaysfuckin’ wrong, as was Xenobia in our case.“But I need to see my friends.”She’d cried.Bullshit.

The bustling café around us faded into a blur of potential threats, each passerby a possible assassin sent by my father in my mind. The world was full of evil mothafuckas. Xenobia’s carefree laughter cut through the air, which should’ve brought joy to my ears but only tightened the knot in my gut. She was too happy-go-lucky, too exposed. Didn’t she understand the danger that lurked in every shadow? I shifted in my seat, the leather holster a comforting presence at my side. My fingers twitched, itching to grasp the cold metal of my weapon, just in case.

At her table, Xenobia tossed her hair back, the light catching on the darkened scar that traced her collarbone, a reminder of past failures—mine and others. Her friends chattered away,oblivious to the dark undercurrents that swirled around their little cluster.

“Can you believe he said that?” Xenobia’s voice carried over to me, laced with entertainment. “Some people just don’t know when to quit.”

My jaw clenched as I shifted the brim of my hat. Was she talking about me? Our last argument still burned in my memory. Her fiery words had seared into my brain. She glanced my way, those fierce brown eyes meeting mine briefly through my shades. A challenge or a dare? I saw the defiance there, the stubborn set of her chin that screamed my presence wouldn’t bully her. I wanted to march over there, to drag her away from the exposed position. But I kept myself in check. That wasn’t what she needed from me. Not now, at least.

“Lighten up, Adonis,” I muttered, forcing my shoulders to relax. “You’re here to protect her, not suffocate her.”

But as Xenobia laughed again, bright and careless, I couldn’t shake the feeling that darkness was closing in around us. And I’d be damned if I let it touch her again. A flicker of movement caught my eye. A man in his mid-thirties, scruff on his jaw, had been nursing the same espresso for the past hour. Nothing unusual there, except his gaze kept drifting to Xenobia. Not with the usual appreciation most men showed—this was different. Calculating. Hungry. My muscles tensed, adrenaline flooding my system. I’d seen that look on faces moments before they pulled a trigger.

“Shit,” I whispered, hand instinctively moving to the concealed weapon at my side.

I scanned the café again, looking for accomplices, exits, and anything out of place. The weight of responsibility crashed down on me like a tidal wave. If I were wrong, Xenobia would be furious. If I was right and did nothing…

No choice. I had to put my intuition first. I had to move.

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