INICIAR SESIÓNSeraphina.The bike tore down the roads, wind whipping my hair under the helmet. Leah drove like she had nothing to lose. I kept my arms locked around her waist, the leather of her jacket warm against my skin. My emerald dress bunched up around my thighs, probably ruined, but for once I didn’t care.We pulled into a gravel lot outside a neon-lit diner called “The Midnight Spoon.” Leah killed the engine and swung off first, offering her hand. I took it, legs shaky from the ride and everything else.“Easy, princess. Pie fixes most things. The rest is bullshit anyway.” She grinned, hazel eyes catching the light. Up close under the diner sign, she looked even sharper—strong jaw, short dark hair tousled from the helmet, a faded scar cutting through one eyebrow. Tall, athletic, the kind of effortless sexy that turned heads without trying. A stud, through and through.Inside, the place smelled like coffee and grease. Leah ordered cherry pie for both of us and black coffee strong enough to wa
SeraphinaI wiped the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand and pushed to my feet, ignoring the throb in my ankle. “Always around, huh? That sounds more like a warning than a promise.”He chuckled softly, stepping closer but stopping when I crossed my arms. “Just checking on you, Seraphina. You looked like you needed it. That spin you did—still got the fire, even if your landing’s shaky.”I managed a small smile. “I’m figuring it out. Dancing helps. And yeah, the ankle’s a mess from pushing too hard.”Pulling his hands out of his coat pockets, he offered a smug grin. “You know I'll always be here to take your mind off things. I heard your mother is getting married. Congrats on getting a new daddy.”I rolled my eyes, so hard it practically hurt. “First of all, don't ever say 'new daddy' to me again unless you want a black eye. Second, I don't need you to take my mind off anything.” But despite my sharp tone, the sudden mention of the wedding sent a familiar, heavy knot tighteni
SeraphinaI walked the long hallways of the east wing, looking for Elara. She was a fuse waiting to explode, and her presence at the club and yacht had made one thing terrifyingly clear: She was suspicious of Draven and me. I need to find out what she knew, and why she loathes her own sister’s husband with such a burning intensity.My search ended when I reached the downstairs lounge, voices drifting out into the corridor.I pushed the door open, stepping inside as the aroma of chamomile tea hit me. Mom and Elara sat across from each other, teacups steaming between them. Mom’s shoulders relaxed the moment she saw me, relief flooding her features. “Seraphina, sweetheart. Come join us.”“Am I interrupting?” I asked quietly, my eyes darting between the two of them.“Not at all,” Mom said, though her smile faltered. “We were just going over wedding details. And… about your future stepfather.”Perfect. I settled into the armchair beside her, smoothing my skirt. “Finally, someone who knows
Liora.I stepped between Elara and Seraphina, my hand firm on my daughter’s arm. “That’s enough. Seraphina is my daughter, and she’s not banned from seeing Draven. Whatever you think you saw at the club, you’re mistaken. The lighting there is terrible, and people bump into each other all the time.”Seraphina stood still beside me, her face whitewashed. I can't understand why she seems scared but my heart ached for her—she had always been too fragile for the ruthless scrutiny of high society.Elara’s venomous smile faltered, her sharp eyes darting between Seraphina and me.“Of course. My mistake. It was dark in that corner.”Seraphina stayed quiet, her gaze fixed on the marble floor. I squeezed her arm once, steadying her. “Go on upstairs, sweetheart. Wash up and get some rest. You’ve had a stressful day.”Draven hadn’t moved from his spot near the stairs, his eyes boring holes into Elara’s forehead. He looked ready to snap her neck, and honestly, the protective streak in him was thril
Liora.I lunged forward, my nails digging into the fabric of the woman's shoulder, and wrenched her backward out of the shadows. I wanted to see her face. I wanted to memorize the eyes of the vulture trying to steal what was mine.“Get off my husband.”The woman stumbled, the dim emergency light catching her face.The breath choked in my windpipe.“Seraphina?” My hand dropped as if I’d touched a live wire.My daughter stood before me, her chest heaving. Her dark, wavy hair was a wild, tangled mess around her shoulders, and her lips were swollen, the red lipstick smeared past her lip line.Behind her, Draven didn’t flinch. The heavy silence in the yacht corridor was suffocating.“What is going on here?” My voice shook, pitching higher than I intended. “Draven? Seraphina? Why are you two hidding in the dark like this?”Seraphina swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she clutched a pair of old pointe shoes against her chest. “Mother... it’s not what it looks like. I—I was having a pan
Liora.The bathroom door creaked wider and Draven stepped out, a towel slung low on his broad hips. His gray eyes locked instantly on my hands, I was still clutching his shirt.“Everything alright?” His tone stayed even.I folded the shirt, pressing the strand deep into the fabric. “Just tidying up.” I said, setting it aside on the mattress.He studied me, “Bathe and come over to the deck for dinner. Seraphina must be waiting.”I slipped past him, letting my bare hip brush him. The friction was electric, raising goosebumps along my skin. Inside the bathroom, I pulled the strand from my pocket. My chest ached with a vicious spike of jealousy.I'll find out who's been with you, Draven.On deck, Seraphina leaned against the teak railing in a red dress. She looked up as we approached, her gaze flicking over my robe, then tracking the dampness of Draven’s hair.“Mother,” she said, smiling. “You two disappeared for quite a while. Is everything okay?”I stepped up and kissed her cheek, “More
Liora.I slipped into the master suite, heart racing, and immediately locked the heavy mahogany door behind me.I peeled out of the oversized wool coat I used to smuggle myself in, letting the heavy fabric drop in a pile to the floor. Finally, I could breathe. The black lace hugged my body like a s
SeraphinaHis thick cock slammed into me with raw unrelenting power. He stretched my pussy to its limit with every brutal thrust. I lay on my back with my legs spread obscenely wide. His heavy body pinned me down as he fucked me hard. He owned me completely at that moment.The wet slap of skin agai
Seraphina.A man stood under the large rain shower. Water cascaded down over his powerful and sculpted frame. His dyed gray hair was slicked back from his face revealing sharp angles and full lips. Broad shoulders led down to a narrow waist. Intricate dark tattoos covered half of one upper arm and s
SeraphinaI slipped into Jax's apartment using the spare key he had given me months ago. My heart was fluttering with a mix of nervous excitement and hope. Today marked my twenty-first birthday. I had planned every single detail for weeks. After he took my virginity last month, the experience had b







