"If you're losing all of your willpower, you should give in. Stop fighting it and eat me out," Scarlett said. Her head had been overtaken by lust, and she couldn't think straight. Griffin smiles against her skin. "It would be so easy to give in and do it...""Yeah. Isn't it what you want?"Griffin peered up at her, and Scarlett swooned a little. There was something insanely sexy with having a grown-ass man between your legs, muscular and sexy, ready to eat you out. "I do want it," Griffin sighed, grimacing. "But you and I need to talk about something first."Scarlett's heart faltered. She didn't have a good feeling about this. Her daddy usually forced himself on her, and she loved that. Now Griffin was walking on eggshells around her, which meant something was up. "What is it?"Griffin wet his lips and shifted from his place between her legs. Before Scarlett knew it, he was the big spoon again, cuddling her. He held her close and dug his face into her neck. "First, I need to hug y
It was awkward around the dinner table. Lucy and Sebastian were still away on their date, and Scarlett could barely focus on her breathing while watching Griffin cook. The large muscles in his back moved every time he flipped a burger, and she stared at his biceps and arms. He could easily hurt a person with those.She shuddered. No, she wouldn't think this way. It only gave birth to stress and unwanted anxiety that she didn't need. Her days were already hectic enough with the pregnancy. Her eyes traveled to Griffin's hands. His hands were big and rough with callouses, the sign of a working man. The hamburgers were in the frying pan, and he was cutting vegetables masterfully. He was a billionaire yet capable in the kitchen.Tanned skin. Unblemished.Unscarred.Yet, she could tell those hands were capable of hurting people, too, as they set the knife down on the counter. Sturdy hands. Big enough to choke someone. Choke.Wait, why was she getting horny at the thought of BDSM and
Scarlett's heart was pounding. Griffin was so close, about to take what he had been missing for almost a year.His lips were inches from hers, breathing warm air into her face. Scarlett was seconds away from being taken against the wall, fucked harder than ever. But suddenly, there were the sounds of guns firing off in the garden. Griffin had bodyguards set outside, but they were fighting someone, and Scarlett heard tires screech against the asphalt. It made Griffin lean back with a calculating expression. He listened and then stared into Scarlett's eyes. "We are under attack."Her heartbeat raced against her ribcage. "U-under attack?""Yes," Griffin sighed. "Fuck, just when things were turning good..."Scarlett blinked at him. "I'm not sure if I'm following...""There is a massive prize on my head, and there is probably one on yours too since you're my lover," Griffin flared his nostrils and walked over to the cupboard. "We must make it into the dock at the back of the garden, jum
The dock wasn't far away, yet Scarlett never made it there before a man dressed in black grabbed her. Her arms were twisted behind her back, and she screamed at the top of her lungs."No, release me! Let me go!" Her screaming was ignored.No matter her struggles, the man didn't let her go. He clamped his muscular arms around her and held her still. Scarlett tried to fight and wriggle herself free. She was pregnant but not handicapped!"Release me, you fucking swine!" Scarlett growled. "Let me go! Get your filthy fingers off me!"The man didn't answer her and calmly put handcuffs around her arms. He wasn't gentle in the slightest.It hurt. Scarlett screamed, but once again, her efforts were ignored. The man didn't feel sorry for her, nor did he seem phased by her attempts to escape him.Her captor was more extensive and robust, and there was no escape. She had failed to get to the boat and was paying for it. She was officially a captive, soon to be kidnapped. The handcuffs dug into
Later that same day, Dmitri pushed Scarlett into a prison cell. "You will stay here until the boss wishes to see you. He is busy with your boyfriend at the moment."Scarlett looked around after the door locked behind her. She was in a basement that smelled like mold. Moss grew on the walls, and water was dripping from the ceiling.But there was a bunk bed. Although it looked worn down and rotten, it was better than the alternative: sleeping on the floor. Grumbling to herself, Scarlett laid down on the mattress and grimaced at how wet it was. It stank like pee too. "Whatever... It must be better than the floor."Scarlett miraculously fell asleep but woke up in the middle of the night when she heard footsteps. "Just kick him into the same cell as the woman.""Is that really such a wise idea?""It's not like it heightens his chances of escaping just because he is together with the woman. Besides, look at the bastard—he is all bruised up and bleeding. This fucker ain't going nowhere w
Scarlett narrowed her eyes and roared. "That is not even blood on your face! It tastes and smells like ketchup. Who the hell are you?!" The answer was obvious and burned in her mind. Yet Scarlett didn't want to believe it. Couldn't accept that she had let another man who wasn't Griffin go down at her. The guy smirking at her now had looked and acted the same way—how was she supposed to know he was Griffin's twin brother in disguise. What was his name again? Jacob! "You've finally figured it out, huh?" His eyes glowed in the faint streetlight coming in through the window. "Yes, I'm not Griffin, and this is indeed ketchup. I thought it would be fun to play games with you and see if you would fall for them. And the price?" Jacob licked his lips in the dark, savoring her taste on his lips. He looked like a predator, and Scarlett was the meat. It made anger rise in her chest, disgust too. How could she have let this happen?! She was so mad at herself! "You're a sick man! A fucking
This had to be the sickest dinner Scarlett had ever been invited to.Jacob sat at the other long end of the table, fixing his tie and putting on an apron to not spill food over his clothes. He looked like a kid getting ready for Christmas dinner, smiling radiantly at her. Yet Scarlett knew better than to translate his expression into anything remotely friendly. Jacob was a psychopath. The proof would be that Griffin sat at the table, too, a gun to his head and a sullen expression on his bruised face. He didn't look happy, and if looks could kill, Jacob would be dead.And Scarlett herself?A guard stood behind her, ready to shoot her if she even attempted to leave the goddamn dinner table. Not that Scarlett thought Jacob would kill her, not when the freak wanted one of her children.He was indeed a sick man. Devastatingly handsome with a face identical to the man she loved, but totally whack-a-mole crazy."Are you ready for the appetizers?" Jacob asked, leaning his chin against the
To claim tonight was weird was the biggest understatement of the entire freaking year. This whole situation was surreal. Scarlett was sitting on a king-sized bed inside a locked master bedroom. The furniture was expensive, and the room was fancy. She was alone with Jacob, who was taking off his clothes."Since you possess no actual harm to me, I don't even think I need to be equipped with a gun. You won't hurt me, Scarlett. But if you were stupid enough to try something in your sleep, I have men outside that door to finish you off. So be smart."Jacob threw his t-shirt on the floor, and Scarlett averted her eyes hastily to not stare at his ripped physique. She eyed the door with a racing heart. Getting out of here was the main priority, but she knew her chances of escaping were slim to none. It would be better to play house for now. Her eyes flitted back to Jacob, and she gulped. Holy shit.Okay, regardless of what she thought of the man's personality, Jacob was ridiculously attr