The Bite of the Unknown
The club pulsed like a heartbeat—slow, dangerous, and full of secrets.
Shadows danced on velvet walls as bodies writhed beneath dim red lights. It smelled of whiskey, lust, and something primal.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
Liana pressed her thighs together, already hating how her body responded to the wrongness of it all. She wore black—fitted, sleek, sinful—and still felt naked. The air inside The Vault was thick, almost wet with desire.
Eyes roamed.
Tongues whispered.
And then…
He walked in.
The world shifted.
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He didn’t smile.
He didn’t need to.
A tailored black suit hugged his frame.
Danger clung to him like a second skin.
The shadows didn’t chase him.
They obeyed him.
Callum Wolfe.
Everyone knew his name.
Whispered like a threat… and an invitation.
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Liana had heard the stories.
Girls begging to be ruined by him.
Men backing away with hollow pride.
He was said to be poison.
Lethal.
Addictive.
And right now—
He was staring at her.
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> “You don’t belong here,”
his voice slid through the space like velvet on bare skin.
Her breath caught, pulse betraying her.
Then make me leave, she wanted to say.
But instead—
Her lips curved in defiance.
> “Neither do you,”
she murmured, tone laced with challenge.
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He smiled—dark, wicked—then stepped closer.
One finger brushed her bare shoulder.
Barely a touch.
But it burned.
Her body stiffened.
Her skin alive under his invisible leash.
> “I own this place,”
he said quietly, mouth near her ear,
“And everything inside it.”
Liana should’ve walked away.
But his voice curled around her spine like smoke.
Her mind screamed run.
Her body begged stay.
> “What do you want?”
she whispered.
Callum leaned in, breath hot against her neck.
> “I want to see how far you’ll fall...
before you beg me to break you.”
