ВойтиMy chest tightened, "Raphael..." He pulled away from me and quietly fixed himself. I immediately turned onto my back, sitting up against the headboard as I straightened my dress with unsteady hands. That was when I noticed he hadn't even taken off his tie. It hung loosely around his collar, slight
"We are going to stand in front of the Council in two days," his hand tightening in my hair, holding my head still against the headboard, "And if you love me... if you really love me like you say you do... you're going to stand there and tell every single one of them the truth." Another hard, deep
My fingers clawed at the dark sheets as he started moving, my breath coming in broken gasps as he held my arm trapped behind my lower back and his fist locked tight in my hair. Then, his head dropped down near my ear, his breath hot and ragged against my skin, "I love you too," his voice sounded li
He didn't say a word. My body was pinned tight under his. I was flat on my stomach, my elbows propping me up just enough to look back at him over my shoulder. My feet were stretched out behind me, my toes curled tight against the cool sheets. Raphael stayed hovering right over the back of my thig
He let out a humorless laugh. "Do you think I don't see what you're doing?" His fingers flexed against my waist, "You tell me you love me... and in the same breath you ask to leave." He shook his head slowly. "You think because I give you space... because I listen... because I don't lock every da
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ My breath hitched into a sharp gasp as my chest was pressed flat against the mattress. The dark sheets felt cool against my face, but the body pinned over mine was burning hot. I couldn't move. I couldn't even shift my hips. Raphael had completely trapped me beneath him, his wei
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I leaned against the cold brick wall of the mansion, my arms crossed, watching the show. Our soldiers were busy dragging in the trash, fifty men, all bound at the wrists, their faces covered in bruises and tears. They were lined up like cattle ready for the slaughter. This was th
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was back at the Rose Garden, which was basically a fancy way of saying a place where girls got dressed up to be arm candy for guys with too much money. "I’m telling you, Mama D, they aren’t humans," I groaned, throwing my head back so hard my ponytail nearly hit the floor. "The
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Gold-digging whores. I didn’t even have to look at them to know that’s exactly what they were. The smell of desperation always clung to women like them, no matter how much expensive perfume they sprayed on their wrists to hide it. Hazel Kinsley. She was the widow of some patheti
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I tugged at the scrap of black lace riding up my hip. This outfit wasn’t clothes, it was a prayer. A tiny, see-through prayer. I caught my reflection in the cracked dressing room mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. The silver wig was cold and synthetic against my







