Mag-log in(Author Note; Please he tends to use nickname alot,do not get confused...,if you don't seem to like it, comment your thoughts in the review box. ) Kammie"Yes..."I froze.The color drained from my face, leaving me cold as something inside my chest simply... disappeared.The word lingered in the air for another second.I couldn't tell why that single word felt so final, like a part of me had been expecting something else.The hope I'd been clinging to crumbled, leaving behind an ache in my chest I couldn't name... only feel.I couldn't stop the gulp that followed as uncertainty settled heavily inside me."...Yes..." I mouthed, the word barely forming on my lips. "...Yes... what?""Yes, I do... Kammie."He spoke in a low murmur, his voice a rough caress against my skin. The sound of my name on his lips slipped into the silence like a drop of beautiful poison.It was the first time I'd heard him call me by my real name instead of that ridiculous little nickname... and I couldn't tell h
KammieHell was supposed to be a place for the devil.Except I didn't know how deep I'd already gone with him, letting him devour every inch of my soul.Every thought I'd had only minutes ago-Interrogating this devil.Making him answer for everything.It was all gone.His question had become a gateway to everything my body was desperately trying to reach."Yes..."That should've been the answer leaving my lips.But God...What the fuck was I thinking?Colton.Easton.The police.What had he done to them?That was what I should've been thinking about.Instead, his fingers parted me, slowly caressing the sensitive skin before pushing back in again, like a silent promise that he wasn't going to stop until he'd destroy every ounce of my resistance."Please..." The plea escaped in a broken whisper. "Xavier... Xa... please...""Speak up, moy dushka."Oh, God.Just how the fuck could one man become such a monster?So cruel...Yet somehow capable of pulling every piece of my soul toward him.
Kammie My lips parted slightly as a rush of heated breath escaped before I could stop it. His words settled heavily in my chest, ending somewhere far more dangerous-in the warmth soaking through my panties. The lingering touch of his hand against my waist only made it worse, sending another wave of heat curling low in my stomach. "You're soaking wet, Princess." Another deep growl from him nearly made my knees give out. I felt his hand slip beneath the fabric of my nightgown, the warmth of his palm sinking against my heated skin. My hands shot up in alarm as I tried to shove him away, but all my effort dissolved into another gasp when he tugged my bra loose. The fabric slipped from my body, landing on the floor with a soft thud. "Get off me... Don't touch-" My voice trembled, losing its strength the moment his fingers pinched my sensitive nipple, forcing a sharp gasp from my lips. "I haven't even touched you yet," he murmured darkly. "I haven't had you in six years. Seeing you
Kammie.Luring a killer into your house wasn't a choice any sane person would make.It was the kind of bait that usually got you killed.Except...I needed to do it.For proof.For answers.And if I was being honest...For him.Because after six years of running in circles, I was done chasing shadows.If he wanted me...Then this time-I'd make sure he came to me.My thumb stayed trapped between my teeth as I sank them into the soft flesh, my gaze fixed on the phone lying on my desk.I'd been sitting there for the past thirty minutes and five seconds, convincing myself this plan was enough to hunt him down.Dangerous?Absolutely.But I hadn't received a single text since my phone mysteriously died a few days ago.No.I hadn't even been able to turn it back on.When I finally did...Every message between us had vanished.Deleted.Silence.That alone told me he had been there.Watching.Waiting.Just like I was.My fingers slowly reached for the phone. The moment I pressed the power but
Kammie."Yes... Yes, I do." The words felt heavy as they left my lips.The air suddenly felt tight, and I couldn't glance away from the papers. I stared blankly at them before forcing my gaze back to him.Easton's face paled almost immediately at my confession. I could see the shock etched across his features as his fingers froze inches away from his Americano.His mouth parted."Is there any-""I know her."A voice echoed from the table behind us, almost like a whisper, yet loud enough to be heard."Her family's like a telenovela filled with crime. I heard her father killed his own wife in cold blood.""And now her fiancé is dead... so is the man she probably wanted to fuck at that party.""Pathetic."Their murmurs reached my ears.Trey gave my hand another reassuring squeeze, which would've felt comforting, except the noise around me was slowly fading into the background.A faint screeching sound echoed in my ears, and my vision began to blur as I struggled to keep my focus on Easto
KAMMIE."What happened to Mom?" Eight-year-old me asked Jonathan, who stood at the doorway, his face pale as if he'd just seen a ghost.The wail of ambulance sirens echoed through the mansion as we stood on the porch. Police officers swarmed the estate, their voices blending into the chaosLittle Monica held tightly onto my arm. We weren't supposed to be home. We'd spent the weekend camping with Bett."Reyna..." he whispered.But I couldn't hear him anymore.My eyes fell on the stretcher being wheeled out.A white sheet, stained with blood, covered the body beneath it.Mom's slender hand hung lifelessly over the side.The air left my lungs."Mom..."Monica stumbled forward, breaking into a run. Her cries echoed through the mansion before two officers caught her and gently pulled her away.I blinked twice, trying to understand what was happening. My fingers curled into fists as tears slowly rolled down my cheeks.Jonathan's hand wrapped around mine as he knelt to my height, pulling me
Kammie My hands sank into his hair as I whined at the coppery taste of blood beading onto my lips. He groaned as he licked it off — and f++k, the low, primal sound was enough to turn me on.“F++k,” I whimpered, completely lost in the sensation.He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and my breath cam
Kammie POVRun if you can, hide if you can’t, and fight like hell only if there’s no other choice. That’s all that went through my head as the gunshots kept coming—stay alive, one breath at a time.I have to stay alive. I can't afford to die now, especially since it's been three weeks since Ronan r
Kammie “So tight and wet…” He rubbed his thumb harder and faster against my clit, and I pushed my hips back against him as unintelligible sounds were wrenched from my lungs.Too much pleasure. It was too much.Sweat slicked down my back. Our skin slapped as he fucked into me with a relentless rhyt
Kammie “You learn really fast, princess. You deserve a reward.” His lips moved into a smirk as his hands returned, sinking into the exact spot. I moaned, crashing into a scattered piece, every part of my soul melting into the farthest part of the galaxy. I could see nothing but the white blur of m







