LOGINViolet I smiled and tilted my head at him. “Am I? Alright then, go on. Tell them how annoying I am. Don’t just stand there like a tree. Mom might get annoyed if she saw that.” Sebastian looked at me for a moment, as if weighing my words, before finally nodding. He moved forward on his crutches, stopping in front of the graves. His shoulders stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed as he took a breath. “Mom, Dad, Skylar,” he began, his voice quiet but steady. “How have you guys been? Do you know how much I miss you?” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I dream about you almost every day, you know. Sometimes I still think you were really mean for leaving me this early.” He let out a shaky breath, then added, “But I don’t hate you for it. I really don’t. In fact, the next time we meet, I’ll make sure you don’t leave again. You guys are terrible with time, honestly.” I smiled softly as I watched him, but my chest tightened when I saw tears gathering in his eyes. He blinked rapidly,
Violet I watched quietly as Hades stepped around the car and helped my brother out of the passenger seat. Sebastian hesitated for just a second, his shoulders stiff, clearly nervous about being touched by someone like Hades, but he didn’t protest. He simply let Hades support him, gripping the edge of the door as he carefully shifted his weight. The sight was almost surreal. Hades Sinclair, the man everyone feared, patiently helping my brother as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I felt a laugh bubble up in my chest, but I swallowed it down immediately. If Sebastian noticed even a hint of amusement, he would only grow more self-conscious, and I didn’t want that. Once Hades was done, I stepped forward with a smile and handed Sebastian his crutches. “Here you go,” I said gently. Sebastian’s face flushed a deep red as he took them. “T-thank you, Violet,” he murmured, then, after a brief pause, he glanced at Hades, swallowed hard, and added, “You too, Mr. Sinclair.”
Violet He was fucking huge.I wrapped my hands around him, and even then, one hand couldn’t cover him. I had to use both. Just holding him made my stomach twist with a mix of fear and excitement I’d never felt before. Fear of how big he was, how much he could take me, and how much he would destroy me. Excited because I wanted it. Fuck, I wanted it so badly.Every time I thought about him entering me, a shiver ran through me, my heart hammering like it was trying to escape my chest.And the feel of him, every vein, every ridge under my fingers, the way he was already hard, already claiming me before he even touched me was intoxicating. He was still growing, stretching against my hands, and I could feel my own wetness pooling, my body responding before my brain could even process it.I swallowed hard, and I had to bite my lip to stop the moan that wanted to escape. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him now.A low, rough chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrating against me, and I snap
Violet I sat there, breathless, my body trembling, lungs heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Fucking hell. It felt so much better than I ever imagined. I didn’t even know touching myself could feel this good. I swallowed hard, dragging my hair back from my face, and my eyes found him. Hades was still on his knees, his tongue tracing over me greedily, as if he were trying to lick me clean. A small whine slipped from me when I felt him slide against me again, and I couldn’t stop trembling. His hands settled possessively on my hips, holding them apart.He looked fucking perfect like that. On his knees for me like I was the only woman in the world he’d ever go down for, the only one worth worshiping, and worth tasting like this.When he finally pulled back, he didn’t say a word. I stared at him, my body still shivering, as he stood, lips glistening with my essence.I wrapped my arms around his neck, looking up at him, and he towered over me, one hand braced on my waist, the other br
HadesI shouldn’t be losing control.I really shouldn’t.And yet, here I am, losing control at the sight of her.The way she moved under my gaze was pure torture. Every slick, wet glide of her fingers against herself, every gasp and shiver, every broken little moan, pulled me in deeper. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t think of anything else. My hardness throbbed as if it had a mind of its own, my hands twitching, desperate to close around her, drag her closer, claim her entirely“Ah, yes, oh God,” she whimpered, biting her lip as her fingers moved faster, slick sounds growing louder. Needy moans tumbled from her lips, and I felt my body coil tighter with every sound. Her hips jerked instinctively against her hand, pressing hard, chasing the friction that made her tremble and whine.I leaned back slightly, never breaking my gaze from her.“Faster,” I murmured. “Give me more. I want to watch you lose yourself for me, princess.”Her eyes flicked up at me, wide and burning with need, he
Hades I stared at her, transfixed. I had never seen anyone this breathtaking in my life. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was dangerous, cracking my restraint with every glance. Everything about her pulled me in, the way she feigned innocence while knowing damn well she’d wanted to be pinned against that table the moment I walked in; the way she controlled herself, as if she didn’t want to give in too quickly.To make it worse, her eyes were dark and heated, daring me, testing my limits without a single word. She perched on the table, spread open before me like an offering, her fingers hovering between her legs, silently inviting me to take her.Fuck. I was already at my limit. My body throbbed with need, my hands itched to claim her, my lips ached to taste her. I wanted her beneath me, above me, trembling and whimpering for my touch, wanted to feel her unravel the second I decided to take control. And yet, I didn’t move. Some things deserved to be watched before they were claimed.I







