FAZER LOGINEverette’s povHe stepped closer, and I felt the heat of him press against my ass, the cool metal of his piercings sliding against my skin. The curved bar at the head of his cock that drives me crazy dragged along the cleft of my ass, and every nerve ending I had lit up like a live current.He had told me he got the piercing a year after we broke up. That it drives the women crazy.And after what he used it to do to me last night and this morning, I understood why the ladies were crazy about it. Because I almost am. The feel of it is pain and pleasure. Dirty and sexy. Just like him. "You feel that?" His voice was a murmur against my ear, his lips grazing the lobe. His hips rolled, letting the metal trace a slow path down, down, until it caught against my rim. "Drives you crazy, doesn't it? I got this one specially for you. Just for you, baby."My throat closed. My chest ached in a way that had nothing to do with what his hands were doing.I wanted to hate him for saying that. I wa
Everette’s pov"Raze—"His name came out breathless. Pathetic. I could hear the crack in my own voice and hated it.His hands found my hips, fingers pressing into the tailored fabric of my suit jacket, pulling me back against him. I could feel everything—the hard planes of his chest through his shirt, the strong ridge of his thighs, and between them, unmistakable, the thick length of him already straining against his dress pants, grinding slow and deliberate against my ass.I clenched my jaw, staring at my own reflection in the mirror—flushed, wide-eyed, mouth slightly parted. I looked ruined already and he hadn't even touched me."You had my assistant lie to me because of this?” I managed to ask, my voice low and controlled. Or trying to be. "Hmm." His lips brushed the shell of my ear. "Lie is such a strong word. I told him I heard something concerning in the bathroom. He made assumptions." His hips rolled forward again, slow, wicked. "I do find you concerning, Eve. The way you walk
Everette’s povI have never been late to work.Not once. Not for traffic, not for a hangover, not even when Serena accidentally locked me out of my own room and I had to wait twenty minutes for Adam to find the spare keys. My father raised me to believe that punctuality was a form of power, and I have built an entire reputation around being the man who arrives before everyone else and leaves after they've gone.Today, I arrived three hours late.The reason is sitting across from me in my car—which he had insisted on entering instead of his— looking entirely too pleased with himself.Raze has one arm stretched along the backrest, his black shirt open at the collar, revealing the edge of a tattoo disappearing beneath the fabric. His dark hair is a little messy, and there's a faint mark near his collarbone that I am trying very hard not to look at because I know exactly how it got there.He catches me staring.“Something on my face, sweetheart?”“Unfortunately.”His grin widens. “You wer
Raze’s povI wake up again at mid morning with Everette’s teeth marks on my shoulder and his scent on my sheets.The man had spent days complaining and acting as if the idea of being in close quarters with me is unthinkable, only to spend the whole of last night and this morning dragging me back whenever I tried to give him room to breathe, and now he's downstairs pretending we didn't spend time discovering exactly how much we still want each other.I should be insufferably pleased with myself.Instead, I'm lying in bed staring at the ceiling, remembering the way he screamed my name, and wondering how I'm supposed to sit through breakfast without kissing him senseless in front of his entire family. It would be fun to watch him lose his composure in front of his precious family. I grin at the thoughtMy phone vibrates on the bedside table.DANTE: Are you alive, or has your fake family finally killed you?I grin wider and type back.ME: Worse. I'm happy.DANTE: Disgusting. Call me when
Raze’s pov I grab my dick, position it against his entrance again and push back inside him in one long stroke. The glide is different this time…..slicker, hotter, frictionless. My cum inside him makes everything wetter, and the sound it makes as I sink to the hilt is filthy. A wet, squelching whisper that fills the quiet room. "Fuck," I breathe, my forehead dropping against the back of his skull. My hips press flush against his ass, and I can feel everything—every ridge, every flutter, every clench of his walls around me, made slicker and hotter by my own release. "God, Eve, you feel like—" I can't finish the sentence. There aren't words for what he feels like. Wet. Devastating. Home. The thought hits me like a fist to the head, and I freeze buried deep inside him, my chest pressed against his back. Home? What the fuck kind of thought is that? This isn't home. This is revenge. This is taking back what's mine, reminding him what he walked away from, making him feel exactly
Raze’s povI hold still…..not because I want to, but because if I move right now, I'm going to lose it. My dick is pulsing inside Eve’s tight hole, wrapped in liquid heat so intense it short-circuits my brain, and every instinct I have is screaming at me to thrust forward, to bury myself to the hilt, to take and take and take. My jaw is locked so tight my molars ache. My thighs are trembling. Sweat drips down my temple and falls onto the small of his back, and I watch it slide along the curve of his spine."Breathe," I manage, but my voice is wrecked. "Fuck, baby, breathe. Let me in."He makes a sound that's somewhere between a sob and a moan and I feel his body start to yield. The ring of muscle unclenches, softening around me, and I push forward another inch. The glide is hot, slick, impossibly tight and the pressure building at the base of my spine threatens to detonate.I push in another inch, and his back arches, his hands fisting tighter on the sheets and his breath stutters.
Raze’s pov I have learnt from experience that when a room starts turning against you, you either control the fire or you burn in it. Everette was burning. The reporters were circling him like sharks that smelled blood in water. Every question hit harder than the last and his voice which was s
Everette’s pov “This better be a joke, Dad,” Regan shouts. Father says nothing as he leads his fiancée towards the couch. “I have worked my fucking ass off for you,” she continues, following him. “You closed on the tip I brought you. I made you billions. And you’re going to give my title to thi
Everette’s pov I stand at the top of the marble steps of my family’s mansion with my hands in my pockets, watching the driveway curve through the manicured gardens. The staff are arranged in two neat lines behind me. Appearances matter here. “Do you think Miss Regan will arrive in one piece tod
My mama raised me a Catholic, and we were taught to leave revenge for the Lord. But how can I leave it, when revenge practically landed right into my laps. ……………………… Raze’s pov “You’re killing me, doll,” I murmured into the brunette’s mouth. Her fingers press hard against me through my







