LOGINChapter 6Cassian’s arm is heavy across my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. His confession from last night is still replaying in my memory. He’s wanted me for months and something inside me twists hard. This softness, this open vulnerability, feels like a weakness I can’t afford. Not now. Not after everything.I shift carefully. He’s still inside me from last night, soft now, and the reminder of how rough we were against the stairwell sends a different kind of heat through me. Not the gentle, lingering kind. Something sharper. Hungrier. I need to erase this quiet tenderness before it settles too deep. I need something raw that reminds both of us this isn’t soft or careful.I slide out from under his arm as slowly as I can with sheets tangled around my legs, still damp in places from last night. My torn panties are in a heap on the floor near the foot of the bed. My black shoes are still by the door where I kicked them off earlier. I pick them up and slip them on. I
Chapter 5 Step Daddy’s PovThe first light of dawn comes through the curtains, making the room look very bright. I’m already dressed, standing by the door with my hand on the knob. The room still smells like lavender and sex, and the combination makes my chest hurt. Sable is still asleep, curled up tight in the spot where my arm was a few minutes ago. Her dark hair is spread across my pillow. For a second I want to get back in, wrap myself around her, and stay there.Instead I slip out and close the door quietly. I spend the whole day avoiding the house, running errands that don’t need to be done, working on things that can wait. Anything to stay away from the memory of her body under mine, the way she said my name, the feeling of her coming around me.When I finally get back that evening the house is too quiet. I find her in the kitchen, back to me, staring out the window over the sink. I can see the tension in her shoulders from across the room.“Where were you?” Her voice is flat
Chapter 4For a second he just stares at me, chest heaving, eyes dark. The cum on his stomach is still shiny in the low light from the bedside lamp. He pushes himself up, movements stiff and a little clumsy then he swings his legs over the side of the bed and his feet hit the floor with a soft sound. He doesn’t look at my face. His eyes stay on my bare breasts, then on my nipples as he slides off the bed and sinks to his knees on the worn rug. The position looks like he’s about to beg but his shoulders are still tight with defiance.I walk over to him and my heels sink into the carpet. I stop right in front of him, close enough that the edge of my skirt brushes his cheek. I can feel the heat coming off his skin and smell the sharp, salty scent of him so I reach down, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling his head back exposing his throat. I lean down so my lips are near his ear.“I heard when you were touching yourself” I whisper. “You imagined my tight, wet pussy wrapped aro
Chapter 4I pull back slowly with the strap-on still inside him, I watch his chest rise and fall with hard, uneven breaths. His eyes are closed. Sweat has gathered at his temples and is running down his neck, over the places where I left marks with my nails. The red emergency lights make the scratches look darker, almost permanent. I ease out of him carefully and his body shudders at the movement.“Get up,” I say. My voice comes out steady even though my hands are trembling a little. I unbuckle the harness and let it drop to the rubber floor. My legs feel shaky as I step away and reach for my leggings. The fabric sticks to my skin as I pull them on.Cole pushes himself up slowly, moving like everything hurts. He doesn’t look at me while he gathers the torn pieces of his tank top. “That was…” he starts, then stops. His throat moves as he swallows. “Unexpected.”I laugh, but it sounds empty even to me. “Didn’t expect me to fuck you back, did you?” I say bending down to grab my sports b
Chapter 3I stay on the floor with the cool wood of the hallway pressing against my legs through my thin skirt. The photo frame is still against my chest and I can still feel where his hand was on my back, the weight of his arm around my shoulders and how close his body was. Everything he didn’t say is still hanging in the air. I push myself up, muscles stiff, and walk into my bedroom, leaving the door open a little. I don’t bother changing. I just lie on top of the covers in my wrinkled clothes and stare at the ceiling.Sleep isn’t coming at all . Every time I close my eyes I see his face…the way his eyes dropped to my mouth, the conflict in them. My body feels restless, still wound up from earlier, and it has nothing to do with grief. It’s him. The memory of his touch isn’t fading. It’s still stuck in my head. I remember the rough feel of his thumb on my back, the solid muscle of his thigh when I leaned into him. I toss and turn until the sheets are tangled around my legs. The hou
Chapter 2The sun is just starting to come through my curtains when I finally give up on sleep. My clothes are wrinkled from lying in them all night, twisted around me. I sit up, the mattress creaking under me, and listen. The house is quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. My wrist still feels the spot where Cassian’s thumb pressed against my pulse last night.When I open my bedroom door, the smell of coffee hits me right away. He’s already up. I take a breath and head downstairs, careful on the old wooden steps. Cassian is standing at the counter with his back to me, pouring milk into his mug. His shoulders shift under his thin t-shirt.“Morning,” he says without turning around.“Morning.” I walk over to the cupboard for a mug, but he’s standing right in front of it. I wait, shifting from one foot to the other. The space between us feels tight, full of everything we aren’t saying.He finally moves, just enough for me to squeeze past and our arms brush making
Chapter 3Adrian stood there like a god-like figure bathed in the red glow of the room’s lighting, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, his grey hair shimmering like silver. His eyes locked onto mine, piercing and intense, as he stepped into the room. “Hello, beautiful,” his deep voice rumbl
Chapter 3The pool area was already bursting with energy when we arrived. Music pulsed through the air, the bass thrumming in my chest. Bodies glistened under moonlight, laughter and splashes filling the air as Elara's friends lounged on chaises, sipped cocktails, or dove into the shimmering blue w
Chapter 6 My fingers dug into the cold granite countertop at his request, my knuckles turned bone-white, and my breath came in short, sharp gasps. My spine was arched up, my ass lifting instinctively, presenting myself to him like an offering. The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, my we
The King’s Pov Selene Vaelor stands in the center of the chamber, her wrists bound in silver chains that should make her tremble, but don’t. She’s smaller than I expected, but there’s nothing fragile about the way she holds herself. Her spine is straight, her chin lifted just enough to meet my ga







