LOGINCharisse“Let’s… get dressed. The plane’s about to land.” He was trying to get out of bed, but I was quicker this time. Arms around his neck, I snuggled into him, pressing my breasts into his hard, heaving muscles, and whispered, “But I didn’t hear any announcement.” “Angel…,” he exhaled. His breathing was already shallow, and as I rubbed my nipples across those firm grooves, the thudding in his chest grew stronger against my skin while his hands roved harder up and down my back, admiring the smoothness there. Still, he added, “let’s go wash up. You want lunch by the beach, and I want to take beautiful photos of you doing that—.”He couldn’t finish that ridiculous sentence because I was nuzzling my face into the curve joining the end of his jaw to his neck, my lips imprinting my heat on the flesh there. “I love the way your skin feels against mine.” I straddled him, settled my core right above his, then took a deep inhale as the tip of my nose trickled down the side of his neck.
Charisse“Bonjour.” That deep voice greeted smoothly. And the shop assistant of the famous bakery—a girl around my age—flushed hard, her eyes silently squealing like a fangirl. “Bonjour!” She huffed. Immediately, I shoved the Alpha aside and smiled cordially, “Je voudrais un croissant et un café, s’il vous plaît.”Dorian blinked confusedly but said nothing. Even at the cashier, when I slotted in front of him to put my loud cheerful grin between the girl’s blushing face and the tall, bronzed and handsome hulk in the richest business suit with the fiercest blue eyes, Dorian squinted in sheer puzzlement but made no response. As soon as we stepped out of the patisserie, he confronted me. “Aren’t I supposed to pay for breakfast?” I slipped my fingers through his and tugged him forward. “I found a bench!” He laughed as he let himself be dragged along by me. “Angel, I lost the game back on the plane, so I’m paying for breakfast. Now, what do we do?” He sat next to me and stared at
CharisseI drew his jaw closer to do just that. His mouth opened to devour mine, then he started grazing and nibbling his favourite cushion—my upper lip—which was plumper and more reactive. Then, he cupped my butt and my face was pushed closer. A tiny tug of my jawline and my lips parted completely for his tongue to sweep in and envelope mine. Entwining my fingers with his hair at the back of his head, I pulled my body in and grinded my curves against his hard planes, my flesh rubbing and grazing his the same way my lips sucked and loved his. My moans grew louder with my breathing, and his strokes grew more passionate… more enticing. His hands. Those huge, rough palms gliding up and down my back were melting me further into his warmth. “Dorian,” I let him capture my mouth again and kissed him back before lifting my chin to direct his lips to my throat, and sighed, “shall we start the wedding preparations?” He was nibbling down my throat when he replied, “Mmm… whatever you say, a
DorianThe blade was still in his flesh when my other hand joined in to grip its handle and I turned it like a doorknob. “AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!” Fresh blood sputtered with the roar of ultimate pain. But the rage pounding in my chest did not reduce the slightest bit. I couldn’t stop the images from replaying over and over. How he cornered Charisse to the couch, got on top of her and ripped off her clothes, his hands all over her—. Still grabbing the handle, I twisted it the other way. And more blood exploded from the piece of shit. “I’m sorry, Alpha…,” he gurgled, gasping for forgiveness. “Please… stop… .” But I yanked the blade out from his chest—feeling his flesh ripping like a zipper along the sharp edge—and the sputtering mess choked and coughed more pain and blood. “Stop?” I chuckled. “Did you stop when she told you to?” “Nothing ha–happened, I swear!” He croaked. And the fellow playboy alpha crossed his arms and shook his head. “Idiot.” Sure enough, I plunged the b
Charisse“Luna, in those three days that you two didn’t talk,” my Beta advised, “the Alpha has gone from bad to worse. He barely ate and slept, constantly pouring himself over work just to punish himself, and everyone is pulling shifts to keep up—.” I swivelled back, heaving in anguish. “That’s the part I don’t get, Betty!” I was about to cry again. “I’m not some marshmallow or candy floss! I won’t break easily! He said he wanted to treat me right—what does that even mean?!” “Luna—.” I showed my helpless hands. “Doesn’t treating someone right mean doing by that person’s request?! I already told him that I want him to be rough. I WANT HIM TO —!” “Luna!” Betty sideglanced to her right, hinting that the driver was listening. So I slumped back, crossed my arms and sulked harder. Then, Betty leaned closer, her voice lowered, “Maybe when this deal comes through I’ll book an appointment with the Alpha so you can break the good news to him?” “Pfft!” I glared at the headrest of the pas
Charisse “Seven fucking days,” the Alpha grunted, “brace yourself, my love. We’re gonna fuck—.” He fisted my hair to hold me in position then rammed his huge, throbbing shaft into my eager, wet pussy. “Seven days’ worth.”Over and over, his powerful phallus jabbed that exact spot, and my insides crashed wildly, pleasure ringing incessantly through my flesh. “Haah! Aah! Oh God!” Tears were gushing down, trickling off my swaying nipples. “God, it feels so—fucking—good!”“Good?” He thrust faster, stronger—his grunting deeper, hoarser, fiercer. “Then, come harder for me, my love.”SMACK, SMACK! And my butt cheeks bounced like ants on fire, a sharp jolt of sweet pain shot to my gasping throat. “Aah!” I shuddered hard, clenching even harder to keep the climax from coming. Not yet. I don't want this to end. But he wanted me to come, squeezing the round flesh of my butt like a handle and slamming my pussy brutally on his cock, so he drove deeper and harder—. I orgasmed in no time, clamp
CharisseThe limousine continued moving. Inside, the air was thinning, its temperature dropping. And I was knee-strapped to the rich leather backseat and stretched wide open before this beautiful, sexy, ferocious beast like his private feast. And that penetrating blue gaze had been feasting in
Dorian“You're hard again, Dorian,” her sweet voice bounced around the bathroom. God, this woman. No inhibitions, huh?“Then stop moving your butt,” I sighed. She chuckled, a hint of mischief touched her tone when she asked, “You like my butt the most?”We were in the tub full of warm, gentle bu
DorianHer giggles softened. “Dorian,” she whispered, “I think someone’s been sharing the pack’s secrets with the outside.” I heard her, I swear. If her breasts weren’t rubbing my nipples, her flesh wasn’t nice and warm, and her skin didn’t feel like Mulberry silk, I would ask for more details an
Charisse I've lied to Dorian. But it wouldn't hurt him, I'm sure. An innocent lie to keep my battles to myself because knowing the Alpha, he'd immediately fix it for me. Or would he?I can't stop thinking about what Zara said. That Dorian never blames her for anything. It means something becaus







