MasukKnox POV
I take a step back, lean against the wall beside the door and try to get my shit together before she turns around and sees the look on my face. Jesus, I’m supposed to be here to train them, not to picture Red pinned to the mat under me.
Hell of a long day ahead.
I push open the door again and step inside ready to do this. My eyes lock on one thing... her.
Red’s now bent slight
Halo POVThe first orgasm takes me by surprise because I was still waiting for him to stand up. It hits hard, sharp, a snap through my stomach that makes my legs clamp around his head. I gasp his name and fist his hair, and he doesn’t ease off. He groans into me like he can feel it happening, like my coming on his tongue is the best thing he’s done all night, and he keeps licking me through it until I’m shaking against the door and the pleasure turns almost too bright.“That’s one,” he says, breathless, mouth slick, eyes tipped up at me with that same unholy amusement. “Don’t you dare go quiet on me now.”“I can’t—” The rest falls apart when he sucks my clit again, gentler for a second, then firmer, using the sensitivity instead of giving me time to come down. My whole body tries to twist away. He holds me. One arm bands across my hips, keeping me pinned to
Halo POVThis is what I need. Someone to fuck me, give me pleasure, and not care about the extras. He’s a player. I can tell by the way he left two women at a bar without looking back, by the taxi driver knowing the word home, by the grin he wears like nothing in him has ever had to stay.He fucks woman after woman, and that’s good. That’s why I’m straddling him in a taxi and taking what I want before the night can turn into a conversation.The taxi stops. He opens the door. I climb out first and the building hits me like a hand around my throat.Fallen Gods.I’m sure this is a club working close with Hell’s Gods. Maddox’s club. My stomach drops so hard I feel it in the bruise. This isn’t a flat. This isn’t some rented room where nobody knows anybody. This is cuts and names and men who talk. My body goes to step back, but I do
Titan POVI’ve got a dilemma, and I don’t like dilemmas when the night’s already paid for. I was going home with two women, watching them fuck each other until they forgot I was in the room, then taking my turn for as long as the three of us could stand. That was the plan. Clean and easy. No names worth remembering. Then this one stared at me like she’d already decided I was hers for the hour, walked past, put her fingers on my back, and kept going as if I was furniture she’d liked the look of.I don’t normally get drawn. I hunt, then I pick before I fuck, I then move on before anybody starts building a story around it. Halo’s different in a way I haven’t put a word to yet, and that pisses me off almost as much as it interests me.Something about her makes me want to follow, and I don’t follow. I lead and I take. I leave the two at the
Halo POVI always look for the same type of men. The ones I know don’t care. The ones who’ll fuck me, ignore the bruises, and let me leave tonight without needing a story that makes them feel like a hero.The guys who seem nice will ask questions. They’ll want to know where the marks came from. They’ll touch a bruise like it’s a mystery they’re entitled to solve, and I can’t give them Maddox’s name, and I can’t give them the club, and I can’t stand the look people get when they realise you’re not a wild girl, you’re just a woman trying to steal one night that doesn’t end with her counting the minutes until a door opens.It works, the men I pick. They just want to fuck. They don’t want the drama. They don’t care about a few bruises making a pretty body look like a punchbag. That’s the point. I need someone who’ll see the damage and step over it, not someone who&r
Halo POVMaddox watches me from across the club like he’s timing a fuse. He’s waiting for me to fuck up again. I won’t. I learnt the lesson the hard way, and my body’s still keeping the receipt. I shift in the seat and ignore the pain that radiates up my side, slow and hot, the kind that makes you breathe through your teeth if you let it show. I don’t let it show. Not here. Not with his eyes on me.I know what comes next. It’s what always comes after he hits me. He’ll walk over. He’ll put his hands on me like they’re an apology. Then he’ll feed me the same script he’s been running since the first time he decided my mouth was a problem. I didn’t mean it. You caused it. You should have listened.He drops into the seat beside me and pulls me into a hug before I can brace for the smell of him. Leather, smoke, last night’s whiskey. His arm lands too close to the bruise and I go still so I d
Titan POV Annoyance flashes hot through me. I grip her tighter, haul her against my mouth, and push her over with no mercy, sucking her clit, holding her there, making sure she doesn’t get to hide inside a prayer.She breaks with a cry that wrecks the room.“Yes—oh God, yes—”I groan into her and drink it, every pulse, every shake, Quinn still ghosting under the sweetness of her coming on my tongue. I don’t let her squirm away. I lick her through it until she’s gasping and twitching and her legs are shaking around my ears. Only then do I lift my mouth enough that she has to hear me.“God,” I growl, and I suck her clit until her hips jerk against my mouth.“I should take that as a compliment, shouldn’t I? You spent your whole life saving that name for the moments you needed something greater than yourself.”I come up just far enough to grip her chin and make her look at me.“It isn’t a compliment. It means I haven’t pushed you hard enough. He’s still in your head while I’m the one on
Echo’s POVShe’s hot when she’s mad, even hotter when she’s in charge. I can see why Theo gets off on it now.“I want my Starbucks and McDonald’s,” she snaps, climbing off me l
Davina POVMy tongue drags slow along his cock, and it jerks, hardening again under my mouth.“Little Birdie,” he whispers, voice ragged, fingers gripping my jaw hard enough to bruise. “I want to d
Echo POVShe steps closer, the air thickening with her control, her heat radiating against my skin as she stops just inches away, close enough for me to feel the pull of her like a tide I can’t fight. Her hand lifts, one finger tracing the
Knox POVI’ve spent all damn morning either locked in church with the guys or alone, digging through anything I can find that might give us answers. Three hours of sitting around that table, every one of us pulling apart what litt







