WARNING: This chapter is a little unhinged. Proceed with caution! King Holy. Fucking. Shit. Watching my kitten rip out tooth after tooth, I feel like my dick's about to implode. I didn't expect her to want to play tonight, but I should've known better. She's full of surprises—always has been.
When I turn back, I find Alyssa standing in the center of the carnage, completely naked, her body bathed in a glow of violence and need. My clothes hit the floor in seconds, but I leave my mask in place. "Lay down in it," I order, my voice strained. Her gaze drops to the fresh pool of blood. She
Mason "So, when did you figure out you were into guys too?" Niko's voice is light, teasing, the smirk practically audible. I roll my eyes, but there's no real heat behind it. Niko's just being Niko right now. We just finished The Conjuring—my choice, of course—and while Niko didn't outright a
Passionate. And everything inside me right now wants to make him feel the same way he's making me feel. Our eyes meet again, intense and blue, like he's trying to read every thought in my head. "Can I kiss you?" he rasps, his voice strained with want. I nod, my gaze never leaving his. I didn
Alyssa Completely sated and boneless, I sit up and watch silently as King meticulously cleans his weapons after stuffing our clothes in a black trash bag. The blood we'd just had the most unhinged sex is now drying and caking on my skin, a visceral reminder of the woman I became tonight. Chief P
Once we're alone in the laundry room, Christine closes the door behind her, and I instinctively reach into my pocket, my fingers curling around the smooth handle of the knife. Just in case. The faint scent of detergent clings to the air, masking the blood-soaked memory of the garage. A soft hum fr
Alyssa When we return to the living room, King and Gray stop their conversation mid-sentence. The air feels heavier than when we left, and Gray's sharp eyes cut straight to me, suspicion flickering across his face. "What's going on, babe?" he asks, his tone clipped as his gaze shifts to Christin
"Should I even ask what you did in there that made you have to wash your hair? It still looks wet, by the way.” I can't help the mischievous grin that spreads across my face. "No, you really shouldn't. It might traumatize you, big brother." His expression twists with disgust as King's lips twitc
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