تسجيل الدخولYou don’t remember me?“So there was absolutely no lead?” I asked Easton, beyond frustrated. Before Julia’s stalker had bled out in the warehouse he had choked out a website on the dark web which he had used to communicate with the individual who asked him to follow Julia. He reported all of Julia’s activities to him along with pictures of her in exchange for an agreed sum which he usually picked up in a self-service locker box at a bus station in the outskirts of the city at an agreed time.Clean, professional and lacking a trail…The website no longer existed unsurprisingly and while Easton had managed to get his hands on some cctv cameras close to the bus station, he had just informed me that the only people he had seen close to the bus station who matched the time and dates the stalker had given us were high schoolers. And not the same face. The sicko was using oblivious children for his sick ploy.At first, I’d thought that the mastermind behind the stalker might have some sick
|All yoursThen suddenly, he pushed me off him shaking his head. “Any more of that and I will not be able to think,” his smile was rueful. I exhaled, reaching for his body. “Then don’t. You don’t need your enormous brain to kiss me.” White pearls contrasted with tanned skin. “You don’t know how much a man needs to hold onto his brain when kissing you, Julia.” He tipped my jaw with his thumb.I looked up and met his gaze, and I bet my eyes were mirroring my lust and greed. I wanted more. I couldn’t place my hand on if I wanted him to lick me in between my legs again. Just thinking of how hard I had come a couple of minutes ago wasn’t good for my core. Or if I wanted him to kiss me senseless till I had a fill of his taste, my hand slipping under his shirt, my body grinding against his, my nipples brushing against his fabric-clothed body. The friction would be insane, I’d be a writhing mess in his arms, and then... I already knew what I wanted more than his tongue, his lips, and hi
I know this is long overdue but I'm sorry about not completing the book and going ghost on you guys.I really appreciate the support I got following the release of this book and me going MIA wasn't intentional. I lost the completed draft of the book and that just discouraged me completely hence why it almost seems like I abandoned it. But I'm back, it might take a minute before I continue uploads because I've to read what I wrote, it's been a while... but you can look forward to this book being completed before the year runs out.Once again, I'm sorry.
JULIA’S POVMany times I have touched myself to the thought of Damon’s hand, his lips, his tongue but this was nothing like I ever imagined or fantasized about. The moment was charged. I felt heat right where he held me down despite the presence of fabric.And when he pushed me further to the edge of the bed, I couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped my lips when I met his eyes.“I am scared, Damon.” I didn’t know when the words left my lips and I hated myself the minute he went still. “Of what?” his words were cold and hard. “Me?”“Yes,” I admitted. “I am scared of how much I want this, want you. How much I am dying to have your mouth on me, how much I am shaking with the anticipation of just your face hovering around my pussy,” I was thankful for his position on the bed which stopped him from seeing my suspiciously hot face.“You need to be scared of me, Snow white,” he said throatily, he held my lap and from his kneeling position at the edge of the bed, he was cloaked in darkne
DAMON’S POV Blood lust was a thing. It was potent, real, electrifying, and made me a danger to an oblivious Julia who lay on my bed, her demure white dress contrasting with my navy blue covers. My head thrummed and my eyes were set on her every movement as her chest moved with every inhale and exhale of breath. I had rushed to the bathroom after one glance at her not only because of the animalistic urge to lose myself in her, to devour her entirely with my darkness, to consume her, to strangle her, to pin her against the bed, to leave my mark on her body, to push into her without pacing and waiting, to take her until I forgot, to take her until she is gaping at me like I am a demon. But, because while she lay in my bed still wearing the white dress from our outing today, looking sweet and so oblivious, I was filth covered in another man’s blood. I washed my body till my skin ached, I washed it till all trace of stickiness was erased, I scrubbed and scrubbed, but yet when I stepped o
I heard his scream at the threshold of the slaughterhouse, and the metallic smell of blood hit my nose as I headed toward the direction of the sound. Mathew had told me that he insisted he knew nothing, and from the agony I heard in his voice, he couldn't have held out if he truly knew something—they didn't in most cases because although torturing was my expertise, Mathew didn't have a reputation of going soft on anyone."Damon is here," one of the loyal men of the Bravta, Noir, announced. He was outside the torture room door since it was a normal procedure that he waits outside. Only Mathew and I have once stayed in a torture room without doing the torture. We were fifteen the first time we watched the former Bravta overlord and his second-in-command extract information by making a strong man sing. I didn't flinch even once, and neither did Mathew. It hadn't been his first time too.I shook Noir, our signet ring catching the sun. It was a heirloom that we passed on to our sons and th
My phone rang the minute we arrived at the food truck. It was a call I have been expecting for a while and was one of the reasons I had suggested the car ride so I'll stay beside Julia at all times today without arousing her suspicion.She was stuffing her face with roadside snacks so I doubt she'll
JULIA’S POV Deciding to choose my words carefully and somehow not end up angering Damon, I slid into the seat next to him in his car, biting back my comment on how a yellow anything would have been too flashy not to talk of a Rolls Royce and although I had not included that I didn’t need a driver on
JULIA’S POVBlue clashed against turquoise and I half expected him to tell the driver to pull to the side and push me out himself if I refuse to budge.Thump thump thump….1“Firstly, are you seriously going to keep on disregarding my name and calling me, Snow white?” I asked curling my lips in disdain.
DAMON’S POVIt was crazy how easily she calms me.Makes me forget.My gun was still wet with Grant’s blood. I had dipped it in with relish as he begged me to kill him and if I closed my eyes, I could still remember his lifeless eyes as I stepped on his body in a haste to get this meeting with Snow whit







