LOGINElena's Point Of ViewHis belt came open beneath my hands, though I couldn't stop them from shaking, couldn't stop the tremor that ran straight through me at the simple act of undoing him. "Here," Jaxx murmured, and his fingers folded over mine, steadying them, helping me slide the leather free of the loops in one slow pull before tossing it somewhere into the grass. He unbuttoned his jeans himself, unhurried, maddeningly patient, and I wanted to scream at the contrast between his calm and the storm raging through me. "Hurry, babe," I whined, pressing my forehead against his. He kissed the corner of my mouth, soft and infuriating, lingering just long enough to make my pulse stutter. "I'm not going anywhere, Bambina." "You're killing me." "Good." His voice dropped to a low rasp against my cheek. "Now you know how it felt, watching you want me and not saying a word." "You knew?" "Princess, I knew. Every time. The way you'd look at my hands and then look away. The way you'd bite
Jaxx's Point Of View"What are you doing, princess?" My voice came out deep and rough, an eyebrow raised at her sudden burst of dominance. She looked down at me, and instead of answering, her hazel eyes glinted with that dangerous mix of triumph and raw, unfiltered need. A breeze stirred the loose strands of her hair, and for a moment, she looked less like the careful, guarded woman I'd fallen for and more like someone finally letting herself want something out loud. I'd spent months watching her hold the world at a careful distance, measuring every word, guarding every glance. Seeing that control slip now, deliberately, for me, felt like watching a dam give way. "What does it look like I'm doing, Moretti?" "You tell me," I said, dragging my palms slowly up her thighs, savoring the way her breath caught at the contact. "What's come over you?" "You," she said simply. "You're what's come over me. Every damn day since I met you." Something flickered behind her eyes… a spark, a deci
A/N: Hey guys... Pheeww... It's been an awfully long time. wanna apologize for that. (how many apologies have I even given?) HMMM... I've been poor in health lately... I hope this month brings everyone happiness, joy, and goals acoomplishment.Elena's Point Of ViewI buried my hands in her damp, silky hair, angling her face just right as I brought my mouth down over hers again. It wasn't a rushed kiss, but it was heavy, filled with every ounce of raw, unvarnished devotion I had been holding back for days. I took her lower lip between mine, tasting the salt of her tears mixed with her natural sweetness, pulling her into a slow, rhythmic heat that made the rest of the world vanish completely. Every second of distance between us over the past days had felt like a wound, and now that she was finally here, beneath my hands, I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to let her go again. The heat between us grew thick in the quiet garden, the scent of crushed grass and cedar wrapping around us like
Jaxx's Point Of ViewEvery single word she spoke felt like a jagged blade being driven directly into my heart, twisting deeper and deeper until I couldn't breathe. I wanted to stop her, to tell her she didn't have to relive any of it, but some part of me knew she needed to let it out, that the poison had been sitting inside her for far too long, festering in silence while she pretended it didn't exist.I didn't say a word. I couldn't. My throat had closed up somewhere between her second sentence and her third, and all I could do was reach forward, grab her by the waist, and pull her violently into my chest, wrapping my arms around her so tightly she was pressed flush against my heart. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, holding her as she completely fell apart in my arms, her body shaking with loud, agonizing, earth-shattering sobs that echoed through the quiet garden. The sound of her crying was unlike anything I had ever heard before, raw and unfiltered, like something that
Jaxx's Point Of View"You think Cynthia was involved in her own husband's death?" Roman asked, his tone dropping into a cold, dangerous register."It's just an assumption, Roman, and I pray to God it remains that," I murmured, leaning my lower back against the wrought-iron railing of the balcony, my eyes fixed on the distant tree line where the darkness swallowed everything whole. The night air felt heavy against my skin, thick with the kind of silence that only made my thoughts louder, each one circling back to the same gnawing suspicion I couldn't shake loose. "But I still want you to look into it. Dig as deep as you possibly can. The way she spoke about her own late husband today... it unsettled me to my core. She resents him, Roman. She resents him even in death, I could feel it in every single poisoned word that spat out of her mouth. A woman who holds that much hatred for the father of her children doesn't just wake up one day and decide to be a loving mother."On the other en
Jaxx's Point Of ViewI stood up from the plush leather couch as slowly as my ribs would allow, keeping my arms locked securely around her. My side gave a sharp, familiar jab of pain, but I barely registered it. The only thing that mattered was the woman cradled against my chest, her head resting heavy right over my pounding heart, her breath coming out in long, soft, exhausted hitches. She had earned this stillness, this rest, after everything the day had thrown at her. God knew she'd fought harder today than most men I'd put in the ground ever had. Most of those men had begged, had broken, had folded the second things turned ugly. Elena hadn't folded once.I looked down at her face in the warm, dim light of the holding room. Her eyelashes were still clumped together from tears, her lower lip slightly swollen where I had bit it earlier, and her skin looked paler than usual against my dark shirt. A strange, heavy ache twisted right in the center of my chest....not from the bullet wou
Elena’s Point Of ViewHis threat hangs in the air like a noose, tightening around my neck with every second that passes. "And just let even a scratch be found on my siblings." My fingers dig into his chest, my nails biting through the fabric of his shirt, my voice a growl, raw and uncontrolled. "An
Elena’s Point Of View"Who did this to you?" His voice was a growl, low and dangerous, each word a promise of violence, of retribution, of something so dark it sent a shiver down my spine.My fingers twitched at my sides, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline, from the fight, from the sheer r
Elena’s Point Of ViewMy body was still humming, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I sagged against Jaxx, my fingers digging into his shoulders like they were the only thing keeping me upright. His tongue was on my neck… licking, swiping, tracing a slow, deliberate path from the curve of my shoul
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe sound of my name on his tongue made something inside me jolt. I stared at him, unable to move, my breath lodged in my throat. His eyes stayed on mine, dark and relentless, and for a moment the boutique… the mirrored walls, the racks of shimmering dresses, the faint music f







