Phillip I blinked at him, hard, bitterness spiking up my throat like bile. “Why the hell are you telling me that? You seen what your son did to my damn face?”He glanced at me. Unbothered. Barely entertained.“I doubt Sebastian did that himself. He’s not the type to get his hands dirty. No, he’d have hired someone. If it was him… you wouldn’t be standing here whining. You’d be hooked up to machines in the ICU, clinging to life.”He smiled then. But it was a sharp, mocking twist of his lips. Like watching a knife learn how to grin.“I’m not here to apologize. I’m here to offer you something most people would kill for.”I stiffened. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”“Power.”He stepped even closer, and his scent, rich cologne, cold steel, expensive leather, wrapped around me like a chokehold.“I want to introduce you to the Echelon Society.”"The what?" My eyebrows pulled together. The name rang a bell. “I’ve heard of it,” I murmured, voice wary. “But I don’t know where.”“It’s a society for men
PhillipKaylee stood in the doorway, barely dressed, robe loose, red lips parted, perfume heavy in the air. She knew what she was doing.“You know, I could keep you company,” she breathed, stepping inside, her eyes flicking toward my room like an invitation.I looked at her. The silk clinging to her curves, the soft sway of her hips, none of it stirred anything in me. .My gaze caught on the scar she’d tried to hide beneath thick makeup. She tensed, like she could feel me noticing. She wanted to distract me with gloss and skin and sweetness.But all I felt was tired.“Kaylee, just leave,” I turned around,m not bothering to look her way. “I don’t have the patience for your drama right now. I want to be alone.”She stared at me a second too long, eyes tight with frustration, then let out a sharp hiss and stormed off, slamming the door behind her.I thought I’d feel guilty watching her go. I didn’t. On a normal day, I’d have fucked her to shut off my thoughts, bury my frustrations betw
Sebastian “And you’re just…fine with all of this?” I asked again, because I needed to hear her say it. Not that it would change anything. But still.She shrugged like we were talking about flipping a coin. “Honestly? You’re not the worst man I’ve ever met. Hell, you’re probably one of the better ones. The way you keep talking about not wanting to hurt your wife, there’s something noble about that. It’s kind of hot, actually. Maybe being your wife wouldn’t be such a nightmare after all.”My stomach twisted. “You slept with my father, Kaylee.”Her lips curled into a smirk that made my skin crawl. “It wasn’t emotional. Just a quick thrill. A few minutes of pleasure, that’s all.”Pleasure?I snapped. “That pleasure nearly cost him his head! And to clean up your mess, Julian offered me like a prize goat. That’s how I became a member.”She didn't even flinch. Just sat there like it was nothing more than a petty inconvenience. My chest clenched, rage and disbelief battling for space in my r
SebastianThe evening dragged into night as I exited LDG, my steps echoing faintly in the underground garage. My mind was still tangled in the chaos of the day, my body on autopilot as I slid into the back seat of the car parked in my usual spot.“Louis, swing by Tony’s before you take me home,” I muttered, resting my head against the window with a sigh. I needed something, anything, to shut off my brain. A drink. A distraction. But no reply came.I frowned. Louis wasn’t the chatty type, but this quiet had a strange edge to it.We rolled out of the parking structure and into the dusky streets. Still no word from the driver. Not even a grunt.My brows drew together. “Louis, you just missed the turn.”Silence.I leaned forward slightly. “Seriously? Where the hell are you going? Stop the car.”Nothing.“Louis!” My tone sharpened, a chill of unease crawling down my spine. “I said stop the fucking car.”The driver finally spoke.But it wasn’t Louis’s voice.It wasn’t a man’s voice at all.
KayleeI shut my eyes, sinking into the sinful warmth of my imagination, letting it wrap around me like silk. God help me.Just the idea of his hands on me, those broad, powerful hands gripping my hips, sliding over my curves, staking silent claims over every inch of me, made my thighs clench. I could practically feel his mouth on me, his head buried between my legs like a man starved, driving me wild, tearing soft gasps from my lips until I was shaking and screaming for more.A rush of molten heat spread through my body, flooding me with craving so intense it almost hurt. My fingers curled into the sheets as I let the fantasy spiral.“Sebastian,” I breathed, barely a whisper—more like a desperate prayer. “What the hell are you doing to me?”His face danced behind my lids, sharp jawline, intense gaze, that ridiculously elegant way he carried himself like he owned the damn world. Even the way he spoke, smooth, deliberate, that low rumble of authority in his voice made my body betray me
Olivia"I… need a minute," I huffed out, bracing my hands against my knees, trying not to collapse right there on the mat. My lungs were burning, my heart felt like it might punch through my ribs, and I was drenched from head to toe, sweat clinging to every strand of my hair like I’d just taken a swim in my own exhaustion.It had been a full week of non-stop training, and sure, I was improving… but not enough to survive a sparring session with Sebastian freaking Wolfe. He still had me flat on my back more times than I could count—and not in the fun, sexy way either."You look even hotter when you’re sweaty," he said, chest rising and falling as he stood across from me, also breathless.I gave him a long, flat look. "Gross."He laughed, brushing his hand over his jaw as he walked toward me. "I’m serious. You’re getting stronger. I’m genuinely impressed."I couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at my lips. "Well, what can I say? I trained with the best… and the best keeps knocking me on