Lucia
He was exactly where I needed him, cornered in his own house, power draped across his shoulders like a curse.Thorne del Roi, the Devil dressed in tailored black, unaware that while he thought he was hunting, he was the one being led into the snare.And I was the bait.I crossed the room like I owned it, silk robe clinging to curves I knew he noticed.His gaze lifted from the report in his hands just in time to catch the tilt of my smile. Calculated. Dangerous.“I didn’t know we were playing dress-up,” he muttered, though his eyes dipped low and lingered.“We’re not,” I purred. “I’m just… bored. And you look like you need a distraction.”His jaw ticked.Good. Let it tick. Let him think with every part of his body except his brain.Because while I drew him in with bare skin and whispered promises, Elena was moving into position.And if I played this right, by the time~ 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
~RavenThe tile beneath me was cold enough to numb bone.My wrists were tied tight behind my back, the rope biting into skin that had already gone raw. A blindfold covered my eyes, suffocating the light, sharpening every sound. Someone sat to my right, too still to be unconscious, too quiet to trust. Another presence shifted near my left. Breathing. Waiting.I could hear murmurs, low, tense voices from somewhere northwest of me. Close enough to make out tones, not words. I couldn't hear well.Men, maybe women too. Armed, no doubt. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could feel it whoever was down here with me, we were all meant for the same purpose. Meant for Luna.And that meant things were about to get very interesting.The door creaked open, and I froze as the sound of two sets of heels echoed into the room. I tilted my head slightly, tuning in.“That one’s agile, I can bet on it,” came a familiar voice, light and laced with mischief. Lily. Rosy’s friend. No mistaking that smug amuseme
~KatherineI yawned, long and loud, the sleep still clinging to my bones like fog. My eyes were barely open, lashes heavy with exhaustion. Dawn cracked across the sky in muted shades of gray and gold, the kind of light that makes everything look softer than it really is.We were outside, just past 6 A.M. Rosy had called not long ago, her voice tight with panic. Raven’s stuck inside Luna’s place. They need reinforcement now.The guards moved briskly, hauling our bags into the van. The cold kissed the bare skin of my arms as I crossed them over my chest, glancing at the others. Freya, looking far too fresh for this hour, barked quiet orders. Lucien stood beside her, sunglasses already on like we were headed for a beach day, not a war zone.And then there was Lorenzo.He stood apart, near the van’s rear tire, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette to his lips. He exhaled slowly, the
~LuciaThe marble of the kitchen counter was cold against my back, but Reid’s hands were fire, ruthless, deliberate, everywhere at once. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the second his palms closed around my breasts, I arched, a low moan spilling from my lips before I could catch it.His thumb brushed over my nipple, slow at first, then with more pressure, circling, teasing, tugging until I was writhing under him. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my skirt and found how warm, how ready I was for him. One stroke on my clit and I nearly cried out.His fingers pressed deeper.I was soaked already, shamefully so, and the moment he pushed two of his fingers inside my pussy, slow, firm, I gasped.My hand flew to my mouth to stifle the sound, but Reid caught it and replaced it with his own, palm pressing firmly over my lips.“Too loud,” he murmured against my throat, tongue brushin
~ReidI sighed the second Elena disappeared from view. Her footsteps faded. I wasn’t sure if I should feel thankful she saved my damn ass or pissed she didn’t just let me bleed out with the rest of my family.Mercy from someone like her always came with a leash.The mug in my hand felt heavier than it should’ve. I set it down on the counter, jaw tight.Behind me, Lucia hadn’t moved.“You alright?” she asked.I glanced at her. “That depends on your definition of alright.”She gave a faint huff of amusement, something like a half-smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “That’s fair.”She stepped closer, her arms folded loosely, eyes flicking to where Zoey had vanished. “She always walks into a room like she owns it, doesn’t she?”“She does,” I muttered.Lucia chuckled. “You don’t like her?”“I don’t like debts,” I said. “Especially ones I didn’t ask for.”Her expression softened. “She saved your daughter too, right?”I didn’t answer.She didn’t push.Instead, she leaned back against