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
No. I don’t want to dwell in the past anymore, so I push myself away, but his hold tightens.“What the fuck is she doing here?” he hisses softly in my ear.The grip on my neck is so fierce it hurts. He’s angry. About what, I’m not sure.Locked in a stare-down, he studies me with a ferocious physical
Locking the car, I grab Charlotte’s hand and step onto the garden path leading to the front door. I slow my pace so the tiny turnip can keep up in her sparkling pink princess high-heels.“So is this your boyfriend’s house?”“No,” I say without looking down at her, mentally berating Brian for putting
She lets go, now holding my shoulders while looking straight into my eyes.“She’s still someone you knew … someone you were intimate with …” she continues, looking confused. Why is she trying to find feelings that were never there?Yes, I fucked Amanda, and what happened to her is sick … but I never
Date = 1 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - AriaAs my tongue eventually detaches from the back of my mouth, I manage to ask in an unsteady voice, “Eh … so … where’s the little angel?”I need something to distract my focus from the manly specimen now standing next to me. Inches away.







