It Had Been About Punishment

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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.

from a distance, capturing us mid–scene with

every major news outlet.

Damn it.

had managed

dawned, along with sudden clarity

on set. Naomi struggled with the scene, so I demonstrated. I

Caden’s POV:

behind my eyelids. The urge to

what belonged to

away in the moment!” Rosaline insisted inching closer with pleading eyes. “Ask anyone who was there. Don’t you

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

listed my hand in her hair and

Finished

the kiss, but I didn’t slow down. I consumed her, tasting, marking, until her resistance crumbled

as primal hunger

as I ripped her blouse open, sending buttons skittering across

my air, her voice breathless, cheeks flushed.

lips already glistened, swollen from

incarnate. And that feeble protest? It only confirmed she’d already

her throat, “you’d better remember this: I don’t share. Not your

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