LOGINDate = 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
Date = 5 April This day is steaming downhill with no thought of making a stop.Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home)POV – AriaMel hasn’t moved since she began reading the paper in her hands, which makes me a little queasy, and I wonder if I should shake her back to reality.I peer through the hu
But right now, I want to burn. That fire ignites my body like gasoline. I swear my dick is going to explode.“I want you to make love to me again,” her sensual voice sings through my mind.I wince and swallow, but this time I can’t fully suppress the gag.Again? Like last night?I guess, if you look
Date = 5 April The morning after the night before. And what a night it was.Place = San Francisco (the streets) I need some air.POV - AriaI blink a few times to acclimate my eyes to the bright sunlight streaming directly onto my face through the open drapes.What time is it? I grab my phone from
My voice is low, certain. “I don’t care about being your first.” I really don’t. “As long as I’m your last.”Her eyes snap from my manhood to my face. Stupid. Why did I say that?I open her legs, push them slightly up, and crawl between them, bracing myself on my elbows. She’s framed beneath me, che







