The words hit me like a punch to the chest.No games this time. No teasing. No smirks.Just raw need.And fuck, I snapped.I didn’t speak. I didn’t think. I was on her in a second, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head as I crashed my mouth down on hers, devouring, brutal, everything I’d been holding back. She lay there, naked, mouth parted, thighs spread like an offering, her voice still echoing in my head.“Ruin me. Now.”My control snapped.I grabbed her by the waist and dragged her down the bed toward me.I hovered over her, letting her feel the full weight of my body, the full weight of what she’d asked for.Her hips lifted instinctively.I didn’t give her what she wanted yet.I slid two fingers between her pussy, slow and deep, watching her eyes roll back and forth.“So wet,” I murmured darkly. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?”She nodded, breathless, trembling.But I didn’t go easy. I leaned in, teeth dragging along her throat as I pumped my fingers har
~RavenI stared at the artwork on the walls too polished to be real. The kind of beauty that tried too hard to distract from the ugliness underneath. Fitting, really.The door opened behind me without warning."You should’ve knocked," I muttered, not turning around."It’s not like I’m obliged to," Lily said, tone smooth, deliberate. She set a tray of food down on the table, the silver clinking against porcelain, then began walking toward me."Apologies," she added, insincere. "But you should stop staring at dead art. How about we make something... alive instead?"Her arms slipped around my waist from behind, and I stiffened.I didn’t move when her arms slid around my waist. Her body pressed flush against mine, warm, too confident.“You shouldn’t touch me,” I muttered, keeping my eyes on the wall, though I wasn’t really seeing the art anymore, just flashes of Luna’s skin, her voice, her mouth when she moaned my name like she didn’t intend to let go.Lily’s laugh brushed against the bac
~ElenaI poured the wine slowly, deliberately, letting the dark liquid swirl and settle in the crystal mug. The soft clink of glass echoed in the quiet room.I didn’t sit.I waited.And she came, Lucia like a whisper trying not to be noticed.“You requested for me, ma’am,” she said, bowing slightly. Her voice trembled. Her hands shook just enough to amuse me.I remembered her well. How she used to sneer at me, Elena, the pitiful girl who threw the great Thorne into despair. Back then, I was a shadow, a scandal. A mistake that refused to disappear.Now?Now I was her fear.I turned to face her with a smile, measured, slow, and soaked in irony.“You have a good sense to be frightened, Lucia,” I said, lifting the mug and swirling the wine like blood in my palm.She didn’t reply, but her eyes flickered, trying not to meet mine. Smart. Barely.“You wore disgust like perfume around me, once,” I continued, stepping forward, letting my heels echo with intent. “You thought I was weak. Ruined.
~RosyI saw them, ten, maybe more all dressed in black. Shadows moving like death itself. My heart didn’t skip a beat. It slowed.Silent panic is an art, and I’d mastered it.I moved quickly, quietly, going for the traveling bag I brought with Raven. Zipper down. Fingers steady. I pulled out the pistol and loaded it, each click echoing like a countdown. Then the knife.No room for hesitation.I opened the window, letting the curtain flutter like a whisper in the dark. Let them think I ran. Let them think I was scared.I wasn't.Then I positioned myself at the entrance, pressed against the wall, shadowed. My breath evened out. In. Out. Calm. My body was still, but my mind was calculating.They would come for me.AndI would be waiting.But even with my finger on the trigger and my knife close to my side, my mind betrayed me with a single thought, Raven.What if something had happened to him?What if he was the reason Luna found us?The pieces started to swirl in a pattern I didn’t like,
~ LunaHis release was hot against my tongue, thick.I didn’t pull back. I took it all, every last drop until it spilled past my lips, dripped down my chin, and slid across my throat like a mark I didn’t care to wipe away.Some of it reached my chest.I dipped two fingers into the slick trail and dragged it slowly across my nipple, painting myself with the evidence of him. I rubbed it in, slow, circular, watching the way his breath hitched as I coated the other side too.I was still hungry.Still open.Still aching.He lay beside me, panting, flushed, stunned into silence like he couldn’t believe what had just happened or how loudly I had screamed when I released. “Masturbate for me.”I said it once, low and firm.But then my voice softened, almost breathless betraying the very part of me I had spent years locking away.“Please.”It was the first time I’d ever begged.Men had done far more for less. I’d watched them unravel on command, reduce themselves to playthings at the altar of
~ RavenBlindfolded again, I was led through corridors that smelled of something sweet, jasmine and danger.Then I heard her voice.“You can go.”Lily’s footsteps retreated behind me just as the blindfold was tugged off.My vision adjusted and there she was.Luna.Standing in the center of the room like some unholy angel made flesh. The silk of her nightgown clung to curves carved with no mercy in mind, sheer enough to leave little to the imagination. No bra. No panties. Just bare skin beneath soft gown, her nipples faint outlines beneath the gown’s whisper-thin veil.She held a mug of coffee like it was a crown, steam curling up into her face, kissing her jaw before it could be me.If Elena ever came back from her memory with her identity as Zoey… she’d kill her again.Luna was too beautiful not to be remembered by Thorne. Too dangerous not to be worshipped. Well, Elena was an epitome also.I couldn’t even speak, just stared, drinking her in.A smirk curved on her lips. “Are you goi