Chapter 22 —Now you're officially a problem for me.Narrator:Roman lifted her effortlessly. One hand firmly under her thighs, the other holding her back as their mouths remained entangled, desperate, hungry for everything they had kept quiet for days.Aylin wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as if the ground no longer existed, feeling his hard, hot, strong body pressed against hers, guiding her to the bed without letting go for a second.He let her fall onto the sheets, slowly, as if placing her there were a ritual.And he looked at her. From her feet to her lips.He took his time, admiring her as if she were a divine sin.“Look at you...” he whispered, his voice dragging as if it were hard for him to restrain himself. “So fucking perfect.”Aylin didn't have time to respond.Roman stripped off his T-shirt in one swift movement and stood before her, golden skin, taut muscles, heavy breathing... a man made to sin and make her sin with him.He leaned over the bed, resting

Chapter 24 —That game wasn't overNarrator:As soon as Aylin heard the door close behind Sasha, she got up from the table with the intention of disappearing. There was too much tension in that space, too much scent of sin floating between the walls, and the memory of the previous night burned every inch of her skin.However, she didn't get far. Roman stopped her effortlessly. His hand grabbed her arm, firmly, with a touch that left no room for doubt or escape.“Where do you think you're going?” he murmured, so close that his breath brushed her neck.Aylin swallowed, straightening up with what little dignity she had left.“To take care of my tasks, Mr. Adler.”Roman smiled slightly, in that way that managed to disarm and infuriate her at the same time. He didn't let go of her arm; on the contrary, he pulled her gently until she was pressed against his chest.“You intend to ignore me that easily? After last night...”She looked up, struggling to maintain her composure.“I already told y

Chapter 26 —And the slap echoedNarrator:Roman's gaze was a dark pit that trapped her hopelessly.The heat of his body enveloped her, every breath between them was an electric current.Aylin tried to pull away, but Roman didn't move an inch.“Don't look at me like that, Aylin,” his voice sounded like a dangerous whisper, barely a brush of breath against her skin. “Or I swear I'll kiss you right here...”She swallowed, her pulse pounding in her chest.“I'm not interested in what you do with your mouth, Mr. Adler.”Roman smiled. A slow, dark smile.“Even if I want to put it on you?”Aylin pressed her lips together tightly, but he already had her trapped. He didn't touch her right away, he didn't kiss her like a desperate man, no; he took his time.Because Roman Adler never took anything without making sure the other person knew exactly what was about to happen.He tilted his head calmly, his lips barely grazing the edge of her jaw.Aylin felt a chill run through her skin as his breath s

Chapter 28 —The LoanNarrator:Aylin took a deep breath before speaking, keeping her gaze fixed on him.“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Adler.”Roman didn't react immediately, just watched her silently, one eyebrow slightly raised. Then he settled back into his chair with that studied calm that came so naturally to him.“I suppose it must be something very urgent,” he murmured slowly, “considering you came here instead of waiting for me to arrive tonight.”Aylin felt the heat rise to her face, but she didn't look away.“Yes.”Roman tilted his head slightly.“Then tell me.”He rose calmly, walked over to the glass bar, and picked up a bottle of whiskey. He poured some into a glass and swirled it between his fingers before glancing at it.“Would you like some?”“No, thank you,” she declined, keeping her hands clasped in her lap.Roman gave her a half-smile before taking a slow sip of whiskey. Then he set the glass on the table, walked over to the desk, and leaned on the edge, directly across fr

Chapter 30 —He's a mobster, they call him the Devil...Narrator:Aylin stood up, her legs shakier than she would have liked to admit. Roman didn't move, but his gaze followed her, dark and expectant, as she walked slowly to the door. Each step was a sentence. She closed her fingers around the doorknob and turned the lock.The metallic sound echoed in the silence of the office.Aylin didn't turn around immediately. She stood there, her back to him, feeling the invisible weight of his presence on her skin.“That's a lot of money,” she murmured. Roman didn't answer. Aylin closed her eyes for a second, trying to control the trembling in her hands. “I suppose you're going to charge me... as is customary in these cases.” His silence made her shudder. She turned slowly. Roman was still in his place, leaning against the desk, but the way he looked at her was different. There was no mockery, no haste. Just something denser, more dangerous. Aylin swallowed and looked down.She brought her hands