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.
Ciara's POV
The possessiveness in his tone, the way he claimed me with every word and every thrust, sent a shiver down my spine. My hands roamed his back, feeling the muscles tense and contract beneath my fingertips as he drove deeper into me, hitting a spot that made me gasp and arch my back, my breasts pressing against his chest.
"Vulcan, please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore—more, less, something to ease the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside me, threatening to shatter me completely.
His eyes never left mine as he slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, more deliberate. He was teasing me, drawing out the pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge but never letting me fall.
"Tell me what you want," he commanded, his voice a rough whisper against my lips. "Say it, Ciara. Say my name."