LOGINSIX MONTHS LATERThe contractions start at 2 AM on a Friday morning.By 6 AM, Sarah is in the delivery room. Done. Completely“I can’t do this,” she gasps, tears streaming down her face. “I can’t. It hurts too much.”“Yes, you can.” Ronan’s holding her hand, his voice steady even though his face is pale. “Look at me, Sarah. You can do this.”“I can’t—” Another contraction rips through her and she screams.Malachi is on her other side, his hand shaking as he wipes her face. “We’re
RONAN“Yes—fuck, yes—” Sarah’s cry cuts off as he slams into her, his cock stretching her pussy wide, balls slapping her ass with a wet smack.Her scream echoes over the waves, her nails raking his arms, drawing blood that drips onto her thighs, mixing with her sweat. “Jaxon, oh god—”“Take it, baby,” he growls, fucking her hard, the wet squelch of her cunt loud as hell, her juices foaming around his shaft, bubbling with every thrust.Her pussy lips grip him, stretched tight, her inner walls fluttering, a slick trail of her cream coating his balls. I watch, my cock throbbing, pre-cum dripping onto the blanket, pooling in the sand.“My fu
RONANSarah is standing barefoot in the sand, her wedding dress clinging to her juicy curves, the lace back cut so low I see the dimples above her thick ass.We have just waved the last of our guest goodbye. The last yacht has taken them to the closest island nearby. Tonight, Sarah and us are the only people on this one.Her dress tortured my cock all day. I’m finally ready to claim our princess, our beautiful wife.But it’s Jaxon who breaks first, storming across the sand like a goddamn animal.His big hands grab her waist, yanking her against him so hard her breath hitches, her breasts heaving against his chest.Her s
MALACHITwo weeks of intensive, crazed planning have brought us here. To this very moment, at this very point in time.It’s hard to believe that we’re finally here. I won. We won. I’m giddier than a man who won a two hundred million dollar lottery.My fingers won’t stop trembling no matter how badly I want them to. I clear my throat and tear my gaze off myself.“Stop fidgeting.”I look at Jaxon through the mirror. He’s adjusting his tie for the fifth time. It’s only normal he falls victim to my rather annoying transfer of..nerves?
SARAHI wake up to white ceiling tiles and the smell of antiseptic.Hospital.I’m in a hospital.My hand goes immediately to my stomach. After everything I went through the last time I had my eyes open, are my babies…?“They’re fine.”The voice that seeps into my ears causes me to whip my head around so quickly, everything starts spinning again.That’s when I see them.Blue eyes stare lovingly at me from the chair closest to my bed, Ronan is lean
SARAHSilence follows first, like the bullet that escapes the gun seizes time, space, and sound. Everything is frozen for a moment. Either that, or moving too fast my vision fails to capture any movement at all.But after that short, deafening silence, comes a scream.Shriek? Cry? I’m not very certain, but it sends me into the right amount of shock necessary to correct my vision.And the first thing I see is Duncan’s tall and lanky body dropping to the ground, blood pouring from his neck. The bullet turned a damn faucet on.Caroline’s scream is incredibly loud in my ears. Louder than the sound of the gun. I’m not even certain the
MALACHII turn to my brothers.“I can see why Sarah married him now. He’s smarter than he looks.”Jaxon scoffs. “In his fucking dreams.”Ronan looks like he’s trying not to gag. Aaron’s whole existence offends him. Fair.They’re standing by the only exit out of the living room. If he tries to be s
SARAH Malachi yanks me off Aaron’s bleeding face, with his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. I kick my feet in the air, screaming, as tears blur my vision once again. No one should take me away. No one should stop me from killing this motherfucker! My fingernails claw the air as I scream fo
SARAH It’s been so long since anything…and I mean ANYTHING wore me out so bad that I fell asleep without knowing. It might not seem like a lot, but when you think about it, I’m a CEO of a famous insurance company, and a woman who works eighteen to twenty hours a day. So, believe me when I say thes
MALACHI I have never been one to want to put a bullet in a man’s head. That’s Jaxon’s hobby, not mine. But Aaron Connor makes me want to murder a man so fucking bad. When I suggest we pay him a visit, Ronan doesn’t object. He knows it’s time we teach the fucker a lesson—or several. A couple of







