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
“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,”
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
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 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
I 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
Six months ago, I was a promising med student on the verge of all my dreams coming true, but now I’m just a waitress trying to start over in a new city. I know this restaurant I work at has ties to the infamous Onyx Mafia, but I didn’t have much choice—it's the best-paying job I could find. Besi
“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