To Vulcan, it was just a memorable one-night of pleasure. But for Ciara Morgan, announcing her unplanned pregnancy to her parents and abusive boyfriend had devastating consequences. They disowned her, leaving her with nothing. Desperate, Ciara demanded that Vulcan marry her. He agreed under the forces of his grandfather and Ciara's mother, but only under the condition of a contract, where Ciara would disappear without a trace after giving birth to his child. But everything changed five years later. "I'm Lawyer Irion, Mr. and Mrs. Thane Morgan's lawyer," he explained, as I nodded, bandaged and battered. "You collided with my car, but that's not the main reason I brought you here." He held a thick folder. "Ciara Morgan, I regret to inform you of your parents' tragic death in the 511 plane crash. We've been searching for their only heir, which happens to be you, their daughter. And I'm pleased to inform you that you've been willed thirteen trillion dollars from your parents' empire, but only on one condition." The condition, which Ciara had vowed to destroy years ago, was the very thing she needed to obey to claim her wealth. Will Ciara choose wealth and power over revenge, or will love conquer all hatred? This book contains mature, dark, and potentially distressing content. Reader discretion is advised. Please prioritize your emotional well-being while reading. Thank you! Quick one people. I'm sorry to be doing this, I really am, but it's low-key out of my power. I'm going on hopefully what I want to call a short hiatus for personal reasons. I need to get my emotions and mind back together. I really thought I could keep pushing but it's not working and I don't want to mess this book up. I promise I'll come back to it. Please don't give up on me, or this book. I won't disappoint. Thank you for understanding. XoXo.
Vulcan's POV
I obeyed, my jaw tense as I did what she wanted, digging my tongue into her and my teeth grazing her edge, each movement laced with a mix of anger and reluctant arousal. Her moans filled the air, each one only stoking the irritation that churned within me. She was getting exactly what she wanted, reveling in her power over me.
Finally, she let out a long, satisfied sigh, her body quaking with release. She released her grip on my hair, stepping back slightly, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, glaring up at her.
Eleanor leaned down, her fingers trailing along my jaw as she lifted my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. "Good boy," she murmured, condescension dripping from her tone.
That was the breaking point. I shot up to my feet, my eyes narrowing as I stared her down. "Enough," I growled, my voice vibrating with barely restrained fury.