MasukDate = 15 AugustA little later in the day.Place = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueI touch my crotch with a groan.Abstinence from Aria is a crime against nature. Against art. Against manhood.She said we should not have sex before the wedding. She said it was symbolic. Romantic. Something ab
Alejandro shakes his head. “No.”“They’re probably squeezing in a quickie,” Jackson mutters, leaning back like this is all mildly entertaining.I shoot him a look sharp enough to draw blood. And it reminds me that I am absolutely having a conversation with him later.Alejandro lets out a strained la
“You still thinking about her?” I ask quietly.He doesn’t turn. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says.I let that sit between us. Brothers don’t need lies polished.“You went there to forget,” I say.He finishes, hands steady, movements practiced, and absentminded. He exhales slowly, tucking himself
“And look where that got us.” She points to her tummy, and he gets this stupid, proud smile on his stupid face.“Face it, angel, your man is a stud.”“As if it’s so difficult to make a bloody baby,” I grunt, trying to get past my slight nausea.“So you’re saying it’s as easy as riding a bike …” Dami
Date = 15 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueJust then, Mel wobbles up the last step, winded with a red face, with Damion holding her arm.“Sorry, we’re late,” Damion charms, “Your sister takes a while to walk up the stairs.”“She takes a while to walk, period,” Luke sneers. It ear
“You’re right,” River agrees, “but you don’t need to get married to do it. Damion and Mel are not married.”“The baby was an accident.” Luke walks forward with his usual smug, condescending smirk on his face.River rolls her eyes with theatrical flair, nudging at nothing with the toe of her pink boo
“What the fuck?” Jackson looks at his twin. I’m definitely not going to tell him not to swear in front of the kid. He’s not in the mood to listen. And he might still be a little angry at me for getting Lee captured.“She takes a lot of energy,” Enrique adds helpfully. “Like, solar-flare levels.”“An
My gaze slides over her in a slow perusal that increases my heart rate to a critical state.“Open up.” Her flush deepens, but she obeys once more, spreading her legs.Fucking hell. Now that’s a voodoo pussy, for sure. One, I can fuck forever and ever. My hand instinctively slides over my length agai
“Hello,” she smiles, deep dimples in her rosy cheeks. “Are you part of the click, too?”“No, she’s part of my harem,” Enrique answers, grabbing me from behind. “And the little one just wandered along.” I roll my eyes, and Charlotte laughs. At least someone finds it funny.“I’m Charlotte,” Charlotte
The office door creaks open. Axel is on the couch, passed out in those dirty clothes — boots off, feet up, one arm over his face. There is an energy drink on the floor and a half-eaten granola bar, still in the wrapper, on his chest.I drop the girl, and she immediately gasps. “Is he dead?”“No, he’







