LOGINKNIGHTIt knew it when the pleasure got completely drained from her face, replaced by grim sourness. It’s her stupid impostor of a husband, and I hate that he’s ruining the moment. So I snatch the phone from her grip and answer the call, and I start moving my fingers inside her warm, slippery walls again. Just because I can't get enough, and I need to show her who she belongs to. However, before I can speak into the phone and tell him to go fuck himself, Jade grabs it back and slaps it against her ear. “Yes?” “Jade?” I can hear the bastard’s voice over the phone. “Oh my goddess, are you okay? I've been trying to reach you.” I push my fingers deep inside her, curling them and hitting that sweet warm spot. Her breath catches again, and her cheeks flush hot. My cock writhes around in my pants, begging for release. “What do you want?” she says into the phone, the words leaving her plump lips in a breathless whisper, her eyes shooting daggers at me. I can't explain enough how much
JADEI have no choice but to do what he says. Actually…I do have a choice. But all I want right now is the heat of his body against mine. So I pick up my phone and keep reading the texts as he fastens my seatbelt. ~ Next, I want you all fours, your ass in the air, while I thrust hard into your warm, wet walls, stretching them apart, spanking your ass until it's red and hot, and you're spilling my name over and over again. I look up at him, and he has a mischievous smile on his face. Of course he knows what I'm reading. He sent it. “You've got quite the vivid imagination, huh?” He shrugs. “A true artist does.” Then he fastens the belt with a smirk and pulls away. Cocky asshole. I roll my eyes and return my attention to the texts. The next one has me in electric stitches. ~ Sometime while I'm driving you wild with my cock, I'm going to pull it out and slap it against your dripping pussy.Good heavens. My pussy is indeed aching and dripping as I read through these nasty text
SEXTING ON AIRJADEToday is supposed to be a significant day in my marriage to Soren. Our anniversary. But I packed up a bag and left for a trip to Peru instead, without even informing my so-called husband. I only called Hana over to help me watch my son while I'm away. I've been waiting for the guilt to hit me. But it doesn't come. Maybe it's because he chose to hurt me first. And…why should I care when he doesn't?I feel as free as a bird. And every time Knight turns his head and looks at me from where he's sitting a few seats ahead, every time our eyes meet, I feel seen, and insanely beautiful. I feel a whole lot of things. Including arousal, provoked by the heat in his eyes. A static noise floats into the cabin, and a voice cracks through. “Strap in your seatbelts, please. We're about to take flight. Thank you.” The living room was silent as death when I walked through the doors, carrying my little brother’s birthday cake.Uncle Nero stood to the side, his fingers causally
KNIGHTI used to think that crying is one of the greatest weaknesses in the world.But seeing Jade cry yesterday made me realize how much strength it took to let one’s emotions out. It hurt really bad, watching those tears fall free. But it had also been admirable, remarkable. She seemed to have been holding that pain for a long time, because she cried for just as long. I felt bad for not keeping my word. I said I would keep her safe, not in those exact same words, but I did imply that. And all I managed to do was stay by her side and hold her as she cried. Yet my horny wolf did not stop feeding me ideas of how to fuck her…ideas about how to deal with her asshole husband…get rid of him. I hoped she’d forgive me. My suspicions about him have grown again since that man had shown up at the last Lupine dinner, and called him ‘Damon’. It was relieving to find out it wasn't just me who saw Damon in Soren Malakai. But it was also disturbing that my mate is married to a man like him.
JADE…It creeps up on you when you least expect it. Just like right now, standing in this stark naked room that once belonged to my mother. The room has been wiped down to the last pin by someone. Whoever it was, cleared out every last piece of what belonged to her, without informing me, her only child. The sight drills a larger hole through my soul. It hits me like a tornado, the fact that I may have just lost the last hope of connection to my mother. I look around in shock, wondering where everything had gone. I should be rolling on her bed right now, sniffling in the scent of her lingering on her sheets. I should be running my fingers through the clothes in her wardrobe…I should be looking at her pictures, running my fingers through her face. But all I find is…nothing but specks of dust everywhere. My eyes catch the door to her large walk-in closet, and I walk towards it. Just as I lift my hand to pull it open, the main door swings open, and a stern voice crashes through.
JADE“Is your husband hurting you?” The dinner is not all so bad until Jaxon asks that unexpected question, about ten minutes in. Everyone knows he's talking to me. I know he's talking to me. But I choose to keep my head down and push the salad around on my plate. “Jade, darling.” Avery taps her manicured finger on the table, drawing my attention. “Your father’s just worried about you.” “Really?” I scoff, dropping my fork with a clank. I don't mean to sound so derisive, but I can't help it. Because I know my father…and he would never be worried about me. Which makes me wonder why he's poking his nose in my business. Lifting my head, I meet his gaze. He's watching me calmly as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. I can see the fire in his eyes, but my father is the kind of powerful that knows how to keep his emotions under control…how to twist and turn them into a weapon. Sometimes, I’m really afraid of my father, because of his unpredictability. But not right now. For some reas







