It Had Been About Punishment

“Gaspl My hand flew to my heart as I stumbled back in surprise.

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Fumbling for the light switch, 1 illuminated the room to discover Caden perched stiffly on the couch. His usually pristine suit looked rumpled, and the glass tray before him overflowed with crushed cigarette ends.

How many hours had he been waiting in the dark?

“You could’ve turned on a lamp–you nearly gave me a heart attack,” I muttered, sinking into the opposite chair. My eyes darted to the overflowing ashtray before ventured cautiously, “What’s going on? Did something happen to the Eclipse Pack?”

Caden remained motionless, only his gaze sliding toward me. His mouth pressed into a hard line as he demanded agam, each word sharp as dagger, “Explain yourself. What have you been doing behind my

back?”

“Behind your back?” My forehead creased in genuine confusion. “You’re acting like I’ve been sneaking around.”

What bee had gotten into his bonnet this time?

-Caden smirked–cold, humorless–before pulling out his phone and tossing it onto the table. “See for

yourself.”

Puzzled, I examined the screen–and my blood turned to ice. Staring back at me was a photograph from today’s rehearsal with Jasper. That unscripted moment when he’d pressed his lips to mine.

been taken from a distance, capturing us mid–scene with

every major news outlet.

Damn it.

had managed this?

with sudden

“I was just helping on set. Naomi struggled with the scene, so I demonstrated. I never imagined some lurking photographer

carried more danger than any shout, his

Caden’s POV:

my eyelids. The urge to dismantle Jasper bone

what belonged

insisted inching closer with pleading eyes. “Ask anyone

Mon, Apr 7 —

Had

up like that–lips parted, voire hoyed–iny restraint shattered,

my hand in her hair and claimed her mouth with

Finished

violence of the kiss, but I didn’t slow down. I consumed her, tasting, marking, until her resistance crumbled and she sagged against me.

as primal hunger surged through

In one fluid motion, I pinned her beneath me on the couch. Fabric tore as I ripped her blouse open, sending buttons skittering across hardwol. My

my

already glistened, swollen from my assault.

no idea how she looked–like temptation incarnate. And that feeble protest?

growled against her throat, “you’d better remember this: I don’t share. Not your time, not your smile–not even a

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