LOGINI struggled wildly beneath him, twisting my hips and slamming my elbows into his hard chest trying to move him from top of me. But it was like trying to move a mountain. He was entirely unyielding. He shifted his weight to pin my thighs down with his knees, completely neutralizing my struggle until I was entirely at his mercy.His hand left my mouth. Before I could draw enough breath to scream, he dropped his head, burying his face directly between my thighs."No! Stop it! Get off me, August!" I screamed. My voice cracked in pure panic as I thrashed against the mattress.August ignored my cries completely. His mouth crashed down onto the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His teeth bite down hard enough to leave a deep mark before his tongue began to aggressively stroke upward. At the same time, his fingers slid directly between my legs, finding my center with an unpolished dominant that made me gasp."Ah!" A sharp involuntary sound escaped my throat.Despite the terror, despit
"You can’t keep running away from me, August. At least not tonight."The door of the master bedroom hadn't even clicked completely shut before Winter’s persistent voice cut through the dark. August's broad shoulders hunched, the stifling heat of the room doing absolutely nothing to clear the chaotic fog of whiskey rolling through his veins. His vision was slightly blurred.Before he could pull his thoughts together, a pair of slender arms wrapped tightly around his waist from behind. Winter pressed her chest against his back, her breathing shallow from the heat."I know how much you drank at the club," she murmured, her lips brushing against the tense muscle of his shoulder blade through the fabric of his shirt. "You’re hurting, August. I know you are. Let me take the pain away."August let out a low grunt. The raw sound vibrating deep in his chest. The touch should have anchored him. It should have been the exact balm his fractured mind had been begging for during the three a
Spring’s POV:The late-night city bus was entirely empty, save for an older man sleeping in the back row.I sat near the middle doors, my forehead pressed completely on the vibrating window glass. The yellow streetlights flickered past, casting shadows across my face.My tear ducts felt entirely burned out leaving nothing but a dry ache sitting in the center of my ribcage.I rested my hand over my chest, feeling the slow thud beneath my ribs.The fucking heart, I thought, my lips pulling into a bitter humorless smile. It is physically mine. It beats inside my body. But why... does it feel so sad for someone else?He had shattered my pride. He had let his friends strip me completely naked in a room full of strangers and mock my very existence. He had swallowed another woman’s mouth right in front of my face.And yet, this pathetic organ in my chest still ached for the the man who used to talk with me about whole lot things...I squeezed my eyes shut.I hated myself. I hated th
August’s POV:August caught the subtle movement out of the corner of his eye.Through the blur of the heavy intoxicating kiss and the loud obnoxious cheering of his friends, he saw Spring was clutching her cheap little handbag as she quietly slipped out the door of the VIP lounge.The panel clicked shut behind her, swallowing her entirely.She just left, looking as if the deeply intimate spectacle she had just witnessed meant absolutely nothing to her.A sudden flash of irritation exploded in the dead center of August's chest. It burned hot and fast, entirely overriding the performative lust he was trying to project.His jaw clenched. He abruptly broke the kiss. His hands shifted from Winter’s delicate waist to her bare shoulders. With a restless motion he pushed her back, tossing her slightly off his chest. He didn't mean to use so much force but the frustration boiling in his veins made him entirely careless.Winter stumbled slightly against the cushions filling her eyes wit
They were intentionally torturing me for sport. I pushed the door open.The conversation instantly died again replaced by a uncomfortable tension.I walked straight to my armchair, sat down crossing my legs, picking up a glass of sparkling water from the glass table. I took a slow sip looking directly at Julian."Did I miss anything?" "No," Chloe recovered quickly. A wicked gleam flashed in her eyes. "Actually, your timing is perfect. We were just about to play a game. Truth or Dare. You're in, right, Spring? Or are you too boring for that, too?""Let’s play," I said, my voice deadpan.August’s eyes flicked toward me. He seemed entirely unsettled by my utter lack of a reaction. Julian grabbed an empty champagne bottle and placed it sideways on the glass coffee table."Alright, I'll start," Julian announced, giving the bottle a hard spin.It spun rapidly. The green glass blurred before slowly ticking to a halt. The neck of the bottle pointed directly at Chloe. She chose a
"Well? Did you really think you could just hide forever?"It was Chloe. One of August’s closest friends, a woman who had spent the last two years treating me like a dog August had accidentally dragged in from the rain.In the entire two years I had been married to August, I had only met his inner circle of friends two, maybe three times. They were the elite of the elite, old money heirs and socialites who looked at my cheap background with undisguised revulsion. They never invited me anywhere. August never took me to their gatherings."I'm not hiding," I replied with steady voice despite the erratic thumping of my heart. "What do you want, Chloe?""Ooh, defensive. I love it," she giggled."Look, we're all at The Obsidian Room tonight. VIP Lounge Three. August is here. We thought it was finally time for a proper get-together. You should come. Unless, of course, you're too scared to show your face in public?"It was an obvious trap. "Text me the address," I said flat lupe and end







