Se connecter“Don’t tease me again, or else you really want it. There are no safe words in my bed.” He is rumored to know a thousand ways to disarm and pleasure a woman, and I am Olivia, the nymphomaniac. In a quest for revenge against my childhood bullies, I got locked into an unhappy marriage, with an untamed brother-in-law. Colt Fletcher, the morally-grey, rebel biker is ever excited by danger and prefers life on the edge. And from the moment he laid eyes on me, I became his forbidden want. I should know better, to steer clear of deadly desires like these but when fate forces us to live under the same roof, share the same boardroom, and every accidental touch burns, my resolve begins to collapse. But scandals don’t stay buried, and my husband is the devil. The price of this betrayal is death. I must choose between my husband who owns my name, and his brother who owns my body.
Voir plusCOLT“You may now kiss your bride. Your impatience is exhausting,” the officiating minister said, and the guests laughed.I pulled Olivia to myself, unashamed that I was eager to kiss her already.She was warm, sweet, and so damn sexy. I parted her lips, tasting all its corners, roughly demanding entry while she teased me with access, letting me through sometimes and resisting when I least expected.“You know we can wheel a bed here,” Axel whispered in my ear annoyingly like a bloody housefly as the crowd cheered and giggled.I finally pulled away from Olivia, but only long enough to wrap my arm around her waist, and hold to myself.Harper gave me the stink eyes because I barely released her to hug him before pulling her to myself again.We greeted our guests, smiling and thanking them for their congratulations.&nbs
COLT“Bye Aliyah.” I waved at my niece on Morvian’s lap, as he nodded goodbye. “I’ll see you in a few days, Anne.” I blew his wife a kiss, and she grinned just before I shut off the hologram and placed the phone in my pocket.Standing up, I frowned at the sudden noise outside.I hesitated, wanting so badly to go nap before the evening activities, but also unable to shake off the noise.With a frustrated groan, I turned downstairs, already thinking up the best punishment for some of those teens. I shouldn't have brought them on an international trip.I nodded to my comrades in the lounge downstairs who had their eyes fixed on a football game, clearly not caring about the disruption.Leave it to the kids to always be the ones bringing trouble to me when they could be here right now enjoying the games too.
I5 YEARS AFTER: Olivia ReeveI rolled in bed, aware that I was dreaming, the same dream I have had for fifteen years, but nonetheless haunted by it.I knew this boy, I knew him because he looked like my son, could have been my son. But only he wasn’t my son, because my son would not make me feel all these butterflies in my belly.I was with him in the auditorium today again, staring, aware that he was sitting behind me. But we did not say a word to each other.I stood up, deciding to ask what his name was today. Perhaps I would hear it this time, perhaps that static sound wouldn’t block out his voice just as he said his name.But instead of the steps leading out of the auditorium, I found myself walking towards the theater room in a prom dress.When I pushed the door open, he sat there, eyes dark, and a glass of red wine in
My scream tore through the air as the kettlebell came down towards Colt’s head, and an explosion rocked the building.The walls shook, plaster raining from the ceiling as smoke began to fill up the room, grey and thick, covering every inch till I could see almost nothing.Dean's guards coughed and fought through the rain of plaster and billow of thick smoke as one of the chains holding Colt's wrist broke, flying fast towards his head and knocking him out cold.I fell to the floor then, staring at him where he lay at the other end of the fall, as my own life left me.“You cannot die!” Dean was roaring and coughing despite the chaos and his guards trying to get him away.I heard a creak then, and glanced up just in time to catch a falling beam. It crashed down right onto Dean's head and his legs gave way under him like straws.The room b
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