Alyssa"Big brother, can you pass the salt?" My voice is laced with artificial sweetness, dripping with sarcasm. We're all seated around the table, a thick, toxic cloud of tension hanging in the room. Even Sebastian hauled ass after serving our plates.Gray's shock, anger, and betrayal are written a
KingAs soon as Alyssa retreats upstairs, I nearly lose my shit. I follow Gray outside, trailing behind him and his annoying-ass wife. I can feel the fury surging through me as he opens the back door of Alyssa's car and ushers Christine inside.Mason's got the unfortunate task of dropping them off.
KingI shouldn't agree to this. Gray hurt her, and she's just using me to numb the pain. I didn't come in here to fuck her...at least, I don't think I did. But the thought of using her as a toy sends a thrill down my spine, and I can't fucking help myself."Strip. Now," I order, my voice hard. "I wa
I keep thrusting, hard and deep, pushing her through her aftershocks and straight to overstimulation. Her breathy whimpers mix with gasps as I pound into her, my hand tight around her throat, her pulse racing under my fingers."You think I'm done, kitten?" I chuckle, my voice dripping with dark amus
Nikolai"Between you and me...what is King's endgame with Alyssa?" Mason's question catches me off guard as we pull into King's driveway.I glance at him, narrowing my eyes. "Why are you asking?"He stares ahead, avoiding eye contact, his tone uncharacteristically soft. "I can't stop thinking about
AlyssaZuri's loud cry jolts me out of my sleep, my heart racing as I groggily look around for her. I find Niko standing over me, holding my screaming baby. Her face is red, and she's reaching out desperately for me.I sit up so fast it's like I'm the Undertaker coming back to life. "Oh my god. Is s
KingAfter meeting Gray at the clubhouse and confirming my prey's location, I pull up in front of "The Pink Dollhouse" in one of the club's cars. It's a black sedan with fake plates, something that doesn't draw attention and is easy to dispose of if needed.I step out of the car, adjusting the cuffs
I move through the crowd casually, heading towards the bathroom with my eyes darting around for cameras. Satisfied that the coast is clear, I slip inside, the smell of piss, vomit, and bleach assaulting my senses.I nearly gag. Fuck. I wasn't ready.Bruno's at the urinal, whistling something off-key
Carol doesn't even blink. "Why? We're all adults here, dear. I'm sure Alyssa's heard of cuckolding."Oh. Oh my god.Everything clicks.Carol wanted King to be their bull.She wanted to fuck him—while Martin watched.And honestly, based on Martin's calm, collected demeanor... he was probably ready t
I was wondering what cover story they'd use.That sounds believable. Honestly, it's better than something I could've come up with. The woman goes straight for King, pulling him into a hug."King, dear," she beams, her voice just a little too sweet. "How are you doing?""Not bad, Carol." He reaches
Alyssa"Are you sure I shouldn't be cooking dinner?" I ask, curled between King's legs on the couch, my back resting against his chest. His arms wrap securely around me, our fingers laced together. His warmth anchors me—steadies the part of me that keeps waiting for everything to fall apart.Today,
And I'll make sure he never gets close enough to hurt her again. Even if it means I never see her again. Even if it kills me inside. I'll just keep myself busy. The Iron Serpents belongs to me now. This place is my home to rebuild. The drugs stay. I don't give a shit what anyone snorts, smoke
War "You can't keep me in here!" Logan's voice ricochets through the bars of the cage he built for me—now the same one I've slammed shut on his pathetic ass. "Oh, I can, motherfucker," I growl. "You're the reason we can't have her." I kissed her twice tonight—the first time, not because I deser
I never thought they'd actually propose—or actually want to be married.Especially King.But he did say one day he wanted me to have his ring and property patch. I guess that day is today.I try to keep it together—really fucking try—but the grin's already pulling at my mouth."Don't you think this
AlyssaThe house we pull up to hours later actually looks... normal.Not some abandoned, half-collapsed shithole like I'd pictured. No broken windows. No graffiti. No front door hanging off the hinges. Just a small, weathered house tucked in the woods, its cracked driveway swallowed by weeds, a wra
The van rumbles low behind us.Somewhere in the distance, police sirens whisper on the wind."Can I kiss you?" he asks, his voice rough around the edges. Holy shit. Was he just asking the guys for permission to ask me?"Okay," I breathe.His mouth claims mine—slow, bruising, deliberate. Nothing li
AlyssaThe container door stays shut after they leave me with Gray, not wanting me to inhale any more fumes. Gray shifts restlessly beside me, having already ordered the other Reapers guarding the perimeter to clear out. He's ready to get the hell out of here, but we have to wait for the guys to fi