LOGINI run before my mind can catch up, my legs carrying me through the dimly lit corridors. My breath is ragged, and my heart pounds in my chest like a drum. The echo of Sirius’s chilling threat rings in my ears, spurring me to move faster:I will cut your tongue out and make you swallow it back along w
I leave Alston’s cell, with him screaming and the rattle of his chains leaving me with a heavy heart, each step feeling like I'm walking through quicksand. The air feels colder, sharper, as if it knows the weight of what I've just done. I pause at the edge of the staircase, taking a deep breath to s
He thumb stops mid caress and I can feel his gaze running over me in confusion and judgement, “Obessed? Um…no.”I feel like I am freezing, like he just said the best and worst that I have ever heard. I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “Alston, I’ve been thinking a lot about us, and
I stand at the stairs that lead to Alston’s prison cell, because Sirius said if I tell Alston the truth then he can be let free. I don’t know why but when he said that it felt like I could be set free, or caged because at this point I don’t know the difference.Sirius said he was obsessed with me. I
“Because it’s not that simple!” I cry, the tears streaming down my face. “I’m trying to do the right thing, but it’s tearing me apart. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I don’t know how to fix this.”Sirius’s hands ball into fists at his sides, his anger barely contained. “You’re wrong; it’s simple,”
Sirius draws small circles along my spine, my head laying on his chest as his other hand lazily crawls up my inner thigh sinfully close to my center before drawing back down. His breath flutters over my face in soothing waves, and I move in closer, my curves matching the firm outline of his body per
“Sirius?!” My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I can’t breathe, staring into his eyes, I know. I know it’s him. He turns to me a blank look on his face. The silence in the room creeps over me, and I slowly look around the room. Every mafia member is staring at me, with tension in thei
“ Go on bitch scream. No one will hear you, and it’ll only make this more fun for me.” His fingernails dig into my wrist, but I bite back any response watching his nostrils flare. “You got me suspended from duties because you rather spread your legs for the King than me.” He pulls me against him,
I don’t breathe until the kitchen doors slam behind me. How does the Mafia King know my name, surely he knows all his employees' names. He may just be a great boss. Right, that’s it. The Mafia King is a great boss who would’ve thought? My breathing slows and I realize I’m so caught up in my though
“What, no!” I stand up, rubbing my butt, “I am not a call girl!” My hand instinctively reaches for my glasses, but they're not there. With a frown, I protest, glaring at the accusing handsyMafia man. “No call girl is too nice for what she does on her knees.” Jessica stands next to the stairs, arms







