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Dark, emotionless, cold eyes glared down at me. The violence in them was evident and I shuddered.Then he lifted his hand and I jerked back with a gasp.Only, when I blinked again I was in the bed. I breathed heavily as the last threads of the nightmare uncoiled from my consciousness.It was just a dream.Heart racing from the remenants of the dream, I stared at the ceiling, trying hard but not ableSERAPHINA I watched transfixed as Dante kept punching Brian and didn’t stop until Damon pulled him back. On the other hand, Oliver and Allister seemed like they could care less. They appeared relaxed as they watched like it was no big deal. While the other two, friends of Brian, looked like they were about to piss themselves, their faces a picture of horror. When Brian got the chance, he crawled back like he wanted to put as much distance as he could between himself and Dante. And his friends finally got enough courage to rush to his side when Damon stood between Dante and them. Damon pushed Dante in his chair. His accent was crisp and cold as he said, “Did you invite me here for this petty display of jealousy?”When he looked at me again, I saw the same look of calculation in his eyes that I often saw in Allister’s. He said, “I guess, there’s some appeal why my uncle wants her. But if you act like this, it’ll be quiet difficult to pull his attention off her. He often covets what
SERAPHINA I was the entertainment. And was reduced to being a waitress. But that wasn’t what made my chest burn and made it feel like an anvil was pressing down on my heart.It was the fact that Seinna was sitting in Dante’s lap, her arm around his shoulder and her lips were constantly pressing kisses on the side of his neck. My fingers tightened around the tray I was holding as I made the third round with the drinks. One of the guys, his name was, maybe, Henry, once again grazed his knuckles on the inside of my thighs and I jumped back, barely holding the tray before everything upended on it. When I looked at him, he gave me a lewd smile as he took his drink off the tray. I gritted my teeth, letting the anger inside me surface instead of the hurt that was pressing behind my eyes. I didn’t want to show them, especially Dante, that what he was doing was really affecting me. I blinked the tears away as I turned around to go back to the bar, my feet leaden and my heart a mess of f
OLIVER I watched as Allister entered the den with Seraphina on his arm. I clenched my teeth and wondered if I could get away after killing my best friend. My gaze shifted to her and for a moment the anger burning inside me simmered down. I ignored the fact how she was tucked into his side like she belonged there. Instead, all I could see was how fucking sinful she looked wrapped up in that white lace that clung to her like sin. Small, pale and fucking picture of innocence waiting to be devoured and taken in all the dirty ways. The dress was too short, and I didn’t have to think much to know who was behind it. With every step she took, it inched up, barely hiding anything or leaving much for imagination. Her fingers clutched and tugged on the hem like she was aware of how exposed she was and the look on her face said as much that she wasn’t comfortable. Especially the way her steps faltered when she
SERAPHINA “I have yet to make you come.” I shivered as he pulled me against his chest and his lips nuzzled my neck. He turned me around until I was once again facing the mirror while his hand wrapped around my waist and another around my neck. Allister’s voice was like sin in smooth silk as he said, “I’ll give you the taste of pleasure you’ll crave every time you touch yourself.” As his hand moved down from my waist, I didn’t know what made me say it but I managed to murmur through my tight throat, “I don’t…” “You don’t, what?” “I don’t… touch myself.” His hand paused in its slow downward glide. And when he met my gaze in the mirror, something shifted in his gaze, the taunting and teasing glint subsided and something more sombre filtered in that made my breath stutter. “You don’t?” he repeated quietly. I shook my head, heat flooding my face. The
SERAPHINA Dress after dress I wore and discarded and each time I felt like a doll who he was dressing up for his entertainment. And yet, instead of feeling angry and resentful from the humiliation… I felt warm and jittery and… needy. Allister’s fingers traced, cupped and feathered over my sensitive flesh each time he helped me into a new dress. But each time he left me edgy as he touched but not truly. Not the way I wanted which could relieve the ache he was giving fire to. He had said that I wasn’t wet enough but by the sixth dress, I was not only wet, but pulsing between my legs, needing something to relieve me of this building warmth blossoming low in my belly. “Hmm… I like this one...” His hands slid up the back of my legs until his palms touched the curve of my arse. “The way this gives quick access.” He grabbed my arsecheeks and squeezed as if to demonstrate.I whimpered. “Uh.. h
SERAPHINA At the back of my mind I knew Allister was not to be trusted and this was just his way of luring me with softness to make me accept his offer. But I couldn’t deny the affect his eyes have on me as he perused me and the way he talks. And I might’ve been on edge also because of what happened in the library. His scent, his taste was still there at the back of my mind and now with him close again, the physical want was hard to ignore.The moment the sundress dropped at my feet and I stepped out of it, his eyes had raked over me like he wanted to imprint me in his mind. I wrapped my arms around my waist, feeling the chill of our surrounding and the fact that there were people just beyond the wall and any of the staff coyld come at any time was already making me nervous. “Brà and shoes, too.” I met his eyes, my heart starting to do that flippy thing it does when they touch me. I swallowed and did what he ordere







