As he kisses my neck, he softly palms my swollen breasts, and his thumb circles their crown. I yank his hair and smell the scent of his woody, peppermint shampoo. His body feels feverish against me, like his tongue sucking my hardened nipples.Burning pleasure pulses through me. Through the hot vibration in my ears, Brandon whispers gruffly as his hand trails down to my cleft. “I want to taste you here.” His fingers yank the garter of my panties and peel them off me.I’m too sensitive—too swollen, but it is too late to protest; he covers my pussy with his mouth.“Brandon!”His tongue flutters on my clit, and my hunger rises. He skims my vibrating slit, taunting me with a promise of a glorious orgasm.I climax for the first time tonight, and my body is quivering wildly, but Brandon doesn’t stop. His mouth returns to my clit and sucks me softly... relentlessly... until I come again.Cunnilingus is supposed to be all the same, but each time Brandon devours my pussy, I turn into liquid. H
It is after dinner when our guests arrive at the mansion. Two guys who look exactly alike were introduced to me as Carmelo and Constantine Katrakis, Brandon’s cousins who are Oliver’s age. The only difference I see is Constantine wears a semi-casual navy-blue dress shirt and his brother a black T-shirt. Both are blond and pale-skinned like Cassius. Jason comes in after them, and I stop by the door while Brandon ushers his cousins inside.“So, did you even think of telling me?” I ask J in a whisper. “Brandon told me about it.”“Right.” He nods. “Of course I was going to tell you, but I felt yesterday wasn’t a good time. We were catching up.”“Fair enough.” I wouldn’t have wanted any tension in our reunion either. “But wait.” I catch his arm.“What?” He bends to my height.“Did you tell Brandon about him?” I’m talking about the devil.He pauses, and his forehead creases. “Of course not!”“But he knows!” I murmur in his ear. “How would he know that?He straightens his back and scoffs. “L
“It is, Miss Hart. Because we need to know everything about Lucia,” Constantine says.“But I already told you everything. I gave you her details and address. What else do you need?”“Except that you probably missed one,” the other twin says.“Alayna,” Brandon says in a soothing tone, “I heard Annette wasn’t living alone when she was in Venice.”“But she was. Although there’s a time when I—” I stop and look at him with wide eyes. “No.”I know what he is pointing out. I remember.“No, no, no. Let’s not go into that.”“So you understand what we’re talking about.”Yes, because they’re talking about Lucia’s family. There was a time when her husband and son stayed with us, but it isn’t my place to talk about that. Her family has nothing to do with any of this. Lucia might be their suspect, but her family should not be. I saw them and lived with them. They’re kind, and they were happy. What they have is a home. A real home. I know that myself because I have one. Their family was as happy and
BRANDONEleven years agoI smelled burning wood; it dried my throat.I was sure my eyes looked bloodshot. I might never see the blood, but I could feel it on my lids; the scent of the fresh wound was messing up my head. I felt fucking heavy-headed; the top of my skull was throbbing in inexpressible pain.And it hurt... everything fucking hurt so much that my limbs stopped functioning. I couldn’t move my body. I squeezed my eyes in my attempt to gather my wits, but to no avail. The excruciating ache in my chest drained the remaining strength from my body.What’s going on with me? Why can’t I move?Mom? Elga? Where are you?I cried inside, but as though I was paralyzed, even my voice was inaudible.Mom! Elga! I screamed mentally.Still nothing.Then there were blabbering voices that sounded unclear. I thought it was all in my head, but they got clearer as seconds passed. Men having conversations I could now hear plainly.“What should we do with the boy?” The voice was throaty and unfami
ALAYNASilence falls over the house when Jason and Brandon’s cousins leave. Brandon is extremely affectionate, even more so than usual, but quiet. He is spooning me from behind on his bed, but neither of us can fall asleep.I love how he keeps caressing my cheek and my hair.“Do you want to talk about it?” I finally speak because the stillness is deafening.“Were you okay back there?” he asks me instead.“Yes, especially after what I found out.”“I’m sorry if we had to force you to share. We didn’t want to place you in a compromising situation, but you had the missing piece. We kind of didn’t have much choice.”“But it’s a good thing you did. I wouldn’t have known he’s a murderer. Honestly, I felt disgusted that I even tried to protect their identity just because of the short time I’d known them.” I just wasn’t sure about Evan, her son. He seemed like a good guy, but I don’t know anymore. “But was my statement helpful?”“Very much,” he whispers. “I suppose I answered one of your milli
BRANDON“Huntress. Do you copy?” Wolf repeats the signal three hours later while in surveillance outside the Le Fiasco. In the driver seat of my car sits Cary, and Stan is in the back. I hold a tablet showing the events going on inside.We bugged and implanted a camera in Arianna’s purse. She’s fully aware of this, of course. The auction went on for two hours, and the party proceeded for another hour.But the Huntress is patient and skilled. She knows exactly what she is doing. From the moment she spotted Silvanus, she approached him as smoothly as only an expert could.She first introduced herself as Phoenix’s friend and built up some brilliant history about the items Silvanus was after. Spoke to him alluringly with come-hither lies and convincing compliments to pique his interest. She then challenged him to a bet and won some items, raising her bid to the minimal range so she would not draw attention. She fooled the evil cousin well, and when she had all his attention to herself, sh
ALAYNA“Arianna!” I squeeze my sister into an embrace as soon as I see her cross the door. It is midnight, but those left in the house are unable to sleep, anxiously waiting for everyone’s arrival. Heck, I couldn’t even help but think of the worst things that might happen to them since we haven’t even received any update. We are in the living room now with Cassius, Casey, and Pauline.“I’m fine, Laynie. Really, really fine.” She hugs me back. Behind her are Brandon and his cousins, who seem unharmed too; only, I don’t see Jason.“Where’s J?” I ask.“Right here,” my brother comes through the door.“Thank God you’re all okay.” I sigh, purging the anxiety from my chest. “Brandon—”I’m abruptly cut off when Pauline appears at my side and jumps on Brandon. She wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She probably thinks she’s some kind of a spider; no, a hairy tarantula. My skin crawls at the sight.Get the hell off him!She sobs. “You’re okay! I was so worried about y
Casey finally comes back with a tray of clubhouse sandwiches, chips, and cups of coffee. The delightful scent of each awakens my almost sleepy senses.“What did I miss?” she asks.“Take a seat, Case. We were talking about the plan for rescuing Oliver,” Cassius answers and his sister takes the seat on my other side.“Do we have a lead?” she wonders. “Something much better than before?”“We do,” Cassius replies. “We’re close, Case.”She sighs in relief. “Then thank God.”Everyone takes a cup, then Brandon hands me the one with a latte and a piece of sandwich. I smile at the sweet gesture. “Thank you.” I sniff at the coffee.He sneaks a kiss to my temple and bites his food. I can almost hear him sigh. My poor man must be starving.“Arianna, aren’t you supposed to enlighten us about something?” Brandon says.“Oh.” My sister sips her coffee and nods. “Yeah, I suppose I will.” She places her cup down, then picks up a chip. “So, I tried to make him open up, I asked him about his other busine