로그인Siren’s POV
It’s been two weeks and Echo has been acting like a man possessed, just not in the way I want.
He hovers. He watches. He growls at anyone who breathes too close. But the second I try to climb him like a tree, he suddenly goes deaf. Two days ago the doctor gave me the all-clear, and I practically threw myself at him. Nothing. He just kissed my forehead, muttered something about &ldqu
Siren POVI’m stuck, completely, utterly stuck, and I’ve never felt more owned in my life.The leather bites into my thighs every time I try to lift even a fraction, a constant, cruel reminder that I am locked exactly where he wants me. I can't rise. I can't close my legs. I can't do anything except grind my soaked, swollen pussy against his mouth while he feasts like a man who has been starved his entire life and finally found the only meal that will ever satisfy him.His tongue is merciless. Long, slow licks that drag from my entrance to my clit, deliberate circles around my clit that make my hips jerk helplessly, sudden hard thrusts that spear inside me and curl like he’s trying to pull my soul out through my cunt. Every sound he makes is raw, animal, obsessed, deep, guttural groans that vibrate straight through my cor
Siren POV“Look at me,” he snarls, yanking my head back by the roots so I’m forced to meet his eyes while his cock is still wedged in my throat. “I want to watch you break while you swallow me whole.”I whimper around him, the vibration ripping a hiss from his teeth. He thrusts faster, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin with every drive. My mascara runs in black rivers, mixing with tears and spit that drip onto my chest, onto his cut still draped over my shoulders like a claim.He pulls out suddenly, letting me gasp, strings of saliva stretching from my swollen lips to his glistening cock. Before I can catch my breath he slaps it against my tongue, once, twice, three times, heavy and wet, then shoves back in, deeper than before, until my nose is crushed against him and my throat convulses helplessly.“Swallow,” he commands,
Siren’s POVIt’s been two weeks and Echo has been acting like a man possessed, just not in the way I want.He hovers. He watches. He growls at anyone who breathes too close. But the second I try to climb him like a tree, he suddenly goes deaf. Two days ago the doctor gave me the all-clear, and I practically threw myself at him. Nothing. He just kissed my forehead, muttered something about “being good,” and walked away like I hadn’t been naked and begging.So tonight I’m done playing.I went shopping with Red and found the perfect weapon, black leather body harness with silver studs and delicate chains that cross between my breasts and frame my hips like a filthy promise. Barely there straps, cut high on the ass, and his cut draped over my shoulders like a claiming flag.
Echo’s POVFor a long while we just sit there, me holding her, my mind already racing ten steps ahead while my arms stay locked around her like she might vanish if I loosen my grip even a little. I’m planning everything, the ring, the wedding, the way I’ll brand her as mine so thoroughly no one will ever dare look at her wrong again. I won’t say any of it out loud yet. She’d freak out and bolt. I know her.“I’m sorry,” she whispers against my chest.“What do you have to be sorry for, Little Birdie?”“How I reacted. I should have waited to hear the truth before judging you.”I sigh and tilt her chin up so she has to look at me. “Less than twenty-four hours ago you were kidnapped by your ex. Of course your mind went into protect mode and painted
Echo’s POVShe’s holding me like I’m made of cracked glass, like one wrong breath will shatter me. I’m not fragile. I’m forged steel and old scars. But right now I let her hold me anyway, because it’s her.I need to know about the dead man walking who thought he could put his hands on what’s mine.“Who is James?” I ask, voice low enough to cut.She sighs against my chest, the sound heavy. “Clearly a psycho.”I wait. I always wait when I want the whole truth.“We dated for a few months,” she says finally. “He basically moved himself in without me ever agreeing. Checked my phone every night, read every message, every text. I ended it. He kept showing up, crying, begging, leaving flowers, sitting outside my flat at
Siren POV“Our parents weren’t the best,” Echo begins, voice low and measured, as though every word is a landmine he has to step around. “They took a lot of drugs. I was abandoned, literally left in an alley when I was three. I spent the rest of my childhood in care.”“Echo, just tell me,” I interrupt, exhaustion and anger bleeding into every syllable.“I am telling you,” he answers, eyes still locked on the floor. “But I need you to hear everything first.”I look away again, arms folded tight across my chest. If he thinks a traumatic childhood is going to excuse murder, he’s got another thing coming.“I was five when I started seeing my real mother again,” he continues, voice steady but laced with something raw. “She swore she was trying to get clean, but s
Danielle POVWhen we get back to the club, the sound of music pours out through the open doors. There are more bikes than before, more men clustered outside smoking, laughing, and shouting across the lot. It feels louder somehow, more chaotic than it was earlier in the day.
Knox POVShe’s trembling beneath me, her whole body wrecked, her breathing broken and uneven as I watch her struggle to come down. She’s beautiful like this. Fucking perfect. I let my gaze drag down her back, watching the way her sk
Knox POVHe folds his arms and leans back, perfectly relaxed. “You want to claim her, right? This is how you do it. It’s tradition. Keep your hands to yourself for seven days. If you make it, she's yours. No one else can challenge you.”
Danielle POVHe doesn’t touch me properly. Not yet. Instead, he shifts his weight, making sure I feel every inch of him moving behind me, around me. He takes his time. He knows what waiting does. He knows the ache it builds.“You think you&r







