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But in a way, it’s also freedom. Freedom from the rules and expectations that have governed my life for so long. Freedom to explore this newfound desire.

Victor's hands traverse my body, exploring every curve. I'm dizzy with pleasure, unable to think beyond his touch.

He pulls away slowly, a smirk playing on his lips as he lifts me onto the wide ledge that encircles the balcony, pushing up my skirt so that his fingertips can explore the bare skin of my legs. We could get caught at any moment, but neither of us cares. His hands move possessively over my body, and I'm lost to the sensations of his touch—the danger only heightens the intensity of our embrace.

His fingers trace a path to the apex of my thighs. He pushes aside the fragile fabric of my panties and pauses, letting his fingers linger.

I could stop him now, clamp my legs together, push him away, say no. I could remind myself of our deal, our arrangement, and keep him at arm's length. I could keep playing the part of the dutiful heiress, sacrificing my emotions for the sake of the Carter name.

But that kiss shattered any semblance of detachment I'd clung to. It broke barriers I didn’t even know existed. With Victor, the lines between love and hate, anger and desire, are so perilously thin. Every encounter with him feels like dancing on the edge of a blade.

So, instead of stopping him, I pull him closer. "What are you waiting for, Thorn?" I murmur.

He smirks, his fingers stroking my center teasingly. "For you to catch up, Carter."

He pushes his fingers into my panties, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels how wet I am. I bite my lip to keep from moaning as he slides his fingers between my folds. He presses his thumb against my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. My lips part in a gasp, and he captures it with his mouth, pushing his tongue into my mouth as his fingers move rhythmically inside me.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as I gasp against his lips, the pleasure sending a rush of heat across my skin, my breath coming in shallow gasps. His mouth moves to my neck, his tongue licking the pulse point at my throat.

I'm writhing against his hand, the sensations overwhelming me. Every thought of stopping him has vanished from my mind. I never want this feeling to end.

My heart is pounding as his touch pushes me toward the edge. His lips find my ear, his tongue tracing a path as he whispers, "Come for me, Sophia."

With that command, I lose it, my body spasming as an intense orgasm rocks me. My name falls from his lips in a guttural groan as my body bucks against him. And then I'm falling, tumbling into oblivion.

Reality slowly comes back into focus as my body recovers from the force of my release. Victor’s hand is still on my thigh, his lips tracing a path back up my neck and jaw. He finds my lips again, kissing me with a fervor that leaves me breathless.

Suddenly, the sliding sound of the balcony door interrupts the charged moment. Harold Whitmore appears, a faux look of surprise on his face as he observes our intimate position.

"Victor, I didn't realize you two needed another... strategy session," he quips, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Shall I give you another moment, or are you ready to finalize things?"

Victor pulls away, his gaze locked on mine for a split second longer. He releases a heavy sigh and runs a hand through his hair. "We were just taking a moment, Harold," he responds, the edge in his voice making it clear he doesn’t appreciate being caught off guard.

Harold raises his brows playfully, clearly enjoying the discomfort he’s causing. "Of course. The lines between business and pleasure blur when one's fiancée is involved."

Victor's curt nod in response doesn't escape me. "We'll be right in," he says, gesturing for Harold to lead the way.

As they walk back into the penthouse, I'm left staring at the city lights, feeling a sudden chill in the air. The passion from moments ago is now replaced with the reality of our situation.

This may be a game to some, but the stakes are becoming all too real for me.

Chapter 6

Victor

Sunlightreflectsoffthecityscape, its dazzle muted by the tinted windows of my high-rise office at Thorn Enterprises. The papers sprawl across my desk, each one a testament to another conquest, another addition to my empire. But today, something else gnaws at my focus.

Claire steps in, her face betraying a trace of unease. She knows better than to disturb me without reason. "Sir, I think I've found what you've been looking for."

I look up, my thoughts momentarily derailed. "The tickets?"

She nods. "Yes, but there's a catch. They're in the possession of Gregory Danforth."

Danforth. The name sends a rush of memories through my mind—a deal gone sour, whispers of illicit transactions, secrets he'd rather stay buried.

A slow smile curves my lips. "Put him through."

Claire hesitates for a heartbeat, then nods, dialing the number.

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