LOGINHERMES POV The relief hit me the second she said my name.I set my glass down and crossed the room in three strides, pulling her against me before she'd even fully stepped inside. She melted into it immediately, arms winding around my neck, and I kissed her, slow, unhurried, like the last hour of Celeste and my mother and Damien's hands on her wrist hadn't happened at all.Sucking her lips hard, pressing my tongue against her, fuck. I miss her lips, it's been only a few days since she arrived in Europe and it has been complicated being with my little princess.Fuck, I was more in love than I wanted to admit.What has this little girl done to me? "I missed you too," I murmured against her mouth…sucking her tongues and stroking her butt. Argh…soft as fuck. I guided her to the chair by the window, sat, and pulled her down into my lap, settling her between my knees with her back against my chest. She fit there like she'd been designed for it."How was your morning," I said, tucking
HERMES'S POV The table had gone quiet after Alessandra's line, her usual line to be precise and within has changed about it for the past years.The table went dead ass silent, the kind of quiet that made everyone suddenly very interested in their coffee and cookies."Fate has a strange sense of humor," Alessandra said, smiling between Liana and Damien. Feeling more comfortable than anyone else to break the silence. Family drama, I hated it, but one was playing up in my face. Back in the years I would point a gun at her head, the both of us crossing it against each other like we could release the bullet with any more words…Everyone would have thought those times were enough to make me break, and her to kick me out…and I was ready for it everyday I woke up. Unfortunately our conflict and bold attempts to release a gun over each other's head, only brought us closer, only made our relationship stronger and bond tougher that her son doesn't even get a chance of attention. I dropped
LIANA'S POV I got in past midnight, the house dark and silent except for a single lamp left burning in the foyer for me. No one was awake to greet me, which suited me fine. I didn't have the energy left for conversation, not after the week I'd had. I dragged my suitcase up to my room, kicked off my shoes, and fell into bed still half-dressed, asleep before I'd even pulled the blanket over myself properly.Morning came slower than I expected.I woke to soft daylight filtering through the curtains and lay there a moment just breathing, letting the quiet of my own room settle over me before I made myself get up. Unpacking felt like the safest kind of productive, folding sweaters, hanging dresses, lining up shoes by color the way I always did when my brain needed somewhere harmless to go.It didn't stay harmless for long.Somewhere between refolding the same sweater twice, my mind wandered straight back to the airport café. The umbrella. The stupid, easy way he'd laughed at his own jok
LIANA'S POV The plane ride back felt longer than it actually was.With my neck pillow in place and my Stanley cup that felt heavy…I was definitely going to survive all these. Definitely.I spent most of it scrolling through pictures on my phone, Rei and Derek at the courthouse, both of them still in their funeral black because there hadn't been time to change before the civil ceremony, the paperwork rushed through in the same blur as everything else that week. Derek had signed his name like it was nothing. Rei had signed hers like she was holding her breath. I'd taken the photo without thinking and only realized afterward how strange it looked, two nineteen-year-olds legally married in the same week they buried her parents, smiling for a camera because someone had to smile for something.I didn't smile in any of the pictures I kept.Genuinely, what is there to smile about? Nothing felt beautiful as the way I had imagined my best friend and I wedding. I know my inner voice would b
HERME'S POV The blink of the CCTV footage camera in the sitting room was enough to give her away before her presence. It doesn't blink if no one is watching now… Celeste was capable of that… probably watched the scene in front of her before deciding to even show up. I didn't want to believe Marco’s death was her ... .I didn't want to conclude that either, because I was nothing closer to the real truth. All evidence pointed at someone else, something else with no exact location.I saw it, I knew it all…I felt shut and let her do her thing and show up at her own time, while still giving her a phone call…making sure my mother didn't understand the relationship quite right.But it was difficult to fool the mafia, they read body language… quiet, observant and add dots together in place. I listened to every word Celeste said, and none of it mattered as much as what she didn't say with her body.Her lipstick was smudged past the natural line of her mouth. Her hair, freshly styled an ho
CELESTE'S POV The sound and smell of sex was always the tone that I and Roman always played. With my legs spread in front of him and his mouth eating the middle…We have been doing this all night until morning and we weren't tired of any of it at all.Fuck. In the bathroom, sucking dick…In the kitchen licking pussy…There wasn't a part of is fuckin eachother that we hadn't done. The stairs were no exceptions…with my back to him, bending over while he took me from behind. Always in cloud nine with Romans dick. The system was still lit up, still tracking the site and how we'd break through my ex husband's company files and get all that we needed. I leave. This county with his money. After a few moments of trying hard and hitting rock button sex was the only thing we thought about, a relief. Roman sucked my pussy juice, licking it so sweetly, eating my pussy like it's the only thing he had left. He smacked my ass before nudging his nose in my vulva, then licking my clitoris. “A
The sound hit me first, tearing right through me.That familiar low groan Kyle made when he was close,the one he used to whisper against my neck like I was the only girl in the world. Now it was spilling out of him while he fucked some other girl on the bed very hard and fast while her legs wrappe
My body was still buzzing hours later, but my mind wouldn’t shut up.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thighs sticky again even after I’d cleaned up. Every time I closed my eyes I felt Hermes’s fingers inside me, heard his voice growling “this greedy little cunt is mine.” The guilt was eating me
The rest of the day dragged like it was trying to punish me.I stayed locked in my studio for hours, pretending to paint,my canvas stayed blank.Every time I tried to focus, my mind dragged me right back to breakfast,my stepdad knee pressed against mine under the table, his voice saying “princess”
I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands.







