LOGINThe last thing Damien wanted was for this to happen—now, of all times. Okay, maybe he hadn’t cared about Gwen finding out the truth, but he also hadn’t expected her to throw this much of a tantrum. And certainly not in front of him. His jaw tightened as he stared at the man who had just stepped out
“I don’t give a fuck what you think,” he said, his eyes locking onto Gwen’s. “You can pack your things and get the hell out for all I care. But you’re not taking her with you. You can go alone.” Damien’s nonchalant words only angered Gwen more. Even after everything, he was still so shameless. “Ar
“What the hell do you want from us?!” Gwen screamed, her voice echoing through the space. Liz flinched beside her. She couldn’t understand how things had escalated so quickly. When she suspected her mom had found out about the affair, she had expected to be confronted, to be called a traitor. Yet D
Gwen’s face fell. Her expression was a mix of anger and disgust. She closed the space between them quickly, and Damien didn’t even try to avoid her hit. The slap landed across his face. He barely even registered it. Fine, if this was her own way of venting her anger, he would let her have it. After
Alaric was taking his bloody time to get here. Damien had suspected that his brother wouldn’t make things easy for them. He was an incredibly selfish individual, and he only did things when they benefited him. So, for the next few days, Damien tried to get to the very bottom of his nephew’s problem.
Kerry bristled at that. She hated that Asher, of all people, knew about the abuse—and the fact that he kept bringing it up was just fucking low. But inwardly, she felt more shame than anger. Shame that she couldn’t bring herself to hate Silas despite that. And Asher was very much aware of this. “Y
"Welcome, everyone." Asher's voice was friendly, coupled with an accommodating smile as he gave a short speech of welcome. Via learned that their group wasn't just here for a simple tour around the famous Italian attractions but also to learn more about the ancient vampires and their bloody history.
Asher's so-called home was a luxurious villa in a very private neighborhood. By private, she meant that the closest house to his was probably a fifteen-minute walk away. For all the three hours of driving it had taken to get here, Via couldn't take her eyes off him. Even now, as he led her through t
Silence. She frowned in confusion and wondered if the driver had sustained some kind of injury that had made him pass out or something. But the possibility of that was very slim since the hit hadn’t really been that serious. Well, if he wasn’t coming out, then there was no point in forcing him. Via
Asher is big, and she can't get all of him in her mouth, even when she desperately wants to. She wraps her fingers around the inches her mouth can't reach. The blowjob is sloppy and presumably bad; this is clearly her first time doing something like this. But Asher doesn’t seem bored of her yet. Hi







