LOGIN~~ Harper’s Pov~~I stood at the bottom of the wide marble steps leading up to the Kane family mansion, gripping the handle of my suitcase so tightly my knuckles turned white. The house was massive–modern, luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows that showed off the private infinity pool and perfectly manicured gardens. It looked like something out of a dream.Or a nightmare.I didn’t belong here.My mother, Alys, had married Victor Kane just three weeks ago in a whirlwind romance. Now I was expected to pack up my entire life and move into this palace like it was the most natural thing in the world. I had barely had time to process it before the moving boxes started appearing in our old apartment.“Harper, sweetie!” Mom’s voice rang out from the grand foyer as she hurried down the steps in her new designer heels. She pulled me into a tight hug, smelling like expensive perfume and fresh flowers. “I’m so glad you’re finally here. Victor has been looking forward to meeting you prop
“Yes, I’m sure…I want you to claim me.” Riley murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Carl didn’t waste a second.He crossed the distance in two powerful strides, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her like he was starving. This wasn’t gentle. This was raw hunger–teeth and tongue and months of suppressed desire unleashed all at once. Riley moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting in his shirt as she kissed him back just as desperately.“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Carl growled against her lips, walking her backward until her back hit the padded wall. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined bending you over and ruining you.”His hands moved over her body, sliding down her sides, gripping her hips firm enough to leave marks. He yanked her short skirt up to her waist, Riley gasped as cool air hit her bare thighs. Carl pulled back just enough to look at her, his golden eyes dark with lust.“Get on your knees,” he commanded in a rough voice.Riley sank down obe
Carl had her pinned against the kitchen wall the moment Carlos left the room. His powerful body caged her in completely, one hand planted beside her head, the other gripping her waist with possessive strength. His golden eyes burned into hers with raw intensity, his breath hot against her ear.“I don’t like to share what’s mine,” he growled, voice low and dangerous.The words sent a violent shiver down Riley’s spine. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the hard press of his muscles against her softer curves. Her heart hammered wildly, her thighs pressing together as unwanted heat pooled between her legs.Before she could respond, Carl leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You need to choose, Riley. Me or my brother. I won’t keep doing this dance with you. Decide who you really want… because I’m not the kind of man who shares.”He pulled back just enough to look at her, his expression dark and deadly serious. For a long moment, the kitchen was silent e
Riley barely slept that night.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw them — both of them. Carlos’s gentle smile and the soft, sweet way he had kissed her in the clearing as well as Carl’s rough, possessive grip and the way he had claimed her mouth like he owned her soul.She pressed her face into the pillow, groaning in frustration.“Oh my God. This can’t can’t be my life now. I’m going to lose my mind!!!” She mused.The next morning, breakfast was pure torture.Riley sat at the long dining table between the two Thorn brothers, her body still aching from the restless night before. She had touched herself in the dark, shamefully imagining both brothers claiming her–Carlos’s gentle hands and Carl’s rough dominance until she came with their names tangled on her lips. The guilt had kept her awake for hours afterward.She had tried to avoid them this morning.She stayed in her room as long as possible, then slipped downstairs quietly, hoping to grab something to eat and disappear again.
Carl stood at the edge of the clearing, every muscle in his body locked tight.The sight in front of him burned into his brain like fire: Riley still pressed close to Carlos, her cheeks flushed a deep pink, her lips slightly swollen from his brother’s kiss. Carlos’s arm was loosely around her waist, his head tilted toward her as if they were sharing some intimate secret.A surge of raw, ugly jealousy ripped through Carl’s chest.His hands clenched into fists at his sides. He had known this would happen. He had seen the way Riley looked at Carlos earlier — the shy smiles, the lingering glances, the way her face lit up when his brother spoke to her. Carlos had always been the charming one. The golden twin. The one everyone loved.And now he was touching her.Carlos noticed him first. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face, as if he could read every dark thought running through Carl’s mind.“Perfect timing, brother,” Carlos said lightly, though his arm stayed possessively around Ri
Carl left the house shortly after the tense hallway encounter, muttering something about urgent pack business that needed his immediate attention. The moment the front door closed behind him, the heavy, suffocating atmosphere in the house lifted slightly, like a weight being taken off Riley’s chest.She let out a long, shaky breath.She was sitting on the wide terrace overlooking the forest when Carlos found her. He was dressed casually in a white t-shirt and jeans, his hair slightly tousled by the breeze. The moment he smiled at her, that familiar college-crush flutter returned to her stomach.“Want to get out of the house for a bit?” he asked, offering his hand. “There’s a nice trail not far from here. Quiet. No overbearing older brothers.”Riley hesitated for only a second before taking his hand. “Yeah… I’d like that.”They walked along a shaded forest path behind the pack house. The air was fresh, filled with the scent of pine and wildflowers. Carlos turned to her with that famil
It had been a week since the study incident and Isabella did not return for any more private study sessions.She had taken Father Adrian’s words to heart. He had said they needed to stop, that it was too dangerous so she respected his decision. She attended regular Sunday service from the back pew,
It was almost 9 PM when Isabella arrived for another late-night session.The church was eerily quiet, the usual daytime bustle replaced by silence and shadows. Only a soft golden glow from the lamp in Father Adrian’s private study spilled into the hallway. Isabella’s heart beat heavily in her chest
Father Adrian sat across from Isabella in the quiet study, the weight of her confession still hanging heavily in the air. He rubbed his temple, trying to maintain his composure.“Miss Isabella,” he said, his deep voice firm but gentle, “if we are going to continue these sessions, you must fight tho
The next evening, Isabella stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her modest white blouse and long navy skirt. She had chosen her outfit carefully–respectable, proper, the kind of clothing a good girl would wear to a Bible study session with a priest. She needed this. She needed to forget the hand







