Mag-log inQUINN“Put me down, Kallum. What the hell?”He finally listened when we got away from the chaos. He put me down after we went out the back door. The surprise had been so overwhelming that the scream came late. How did Kallum come to be in the same restaurant at the same time? As he whisked me out, I realized that this could not be a coincidence. Showing up in the midst of a shootout did not seem like a coincidence at all.“What are you doing here?” I demanded as soon as my feet hit the ground. He looked at me with wild, red-rimmed eyes. He still had that…wrong air about him. “That's not how you thank me for getting you to safety.”I heaved a sigh. “Kallum, listen, thank you. Really. But I have to get back in there, maybe find Luciano and warn him about—”“What is it about him for goodness' sake?” he cut in bluntly. “Can you not look at me for just a moment and see how much you're hurting me?”I stared at him for a moment, really looked at him. I was curious to see what had him on su
LUCIANOFuck. The day had been going so well until it wasn't. It had started just right with teasing Lilith and seeing how much she could take of my spontaneous actions. It felt so good licking her clean on that table when everyone else stood outside, waiting. I enjoyed the way she bucked in my arms, the way she tasted. God, I could still taste her hours after that encounter that had me bone-hard. Then on my way out, I'd been struck with the most random but tempting idea. Take her to dinner, make her feel as beautiful as she is. I wasn't sure what came over me, but I just went with it.And here we were, at the restaurant. Her beauty kept me locked in a kind of trance the whole time. At some point, it became more than just the physical. I was drawn to an aura around her I could not name. It was something beyond a pretty face and smile and frown. It was a fierce spirit…the kind I once admired in someone else. That spirit flared when I mentioned her father. I wondered if it meant anyt
QUINNThe restaurant was nothing like the ones I'd ever been in…or even worked in, back when I still lived my life as Quinn Parker.The one Luciano took us to had polished wooden floors and pendant lights hanging from the ceilings. It was such a dreamy and beautiful space, with very few people who barely even looked at us as we breezed past. The interior screamed privacy. The cars parked in the lots screamed wealth. We were led to an alcove with a beautiful view of the city’s nightlife. To my surprise, Luciano pulled the seat out for me. My gaze burned into him as he walked the other half of the table and sat across from me. “Welcome, sir, ma'am,” the waitress had her eyes on him the entire time. Everything about her screamed flirtatious. Even her dress and how it was pulled down her cleavage.My gaze flicked back to Luciano. His hot gaze was already on me. Did he possibly frequent this place? I wondered if he'd come here alone…if he'd bring someone else that was not his wife.I ber
KALLUMThe past few days had thrived on mixed feelings that had me questioning everything about myself…everything around me. There was something that ate away at me ever since that incident. It had gotten worse since I woke up with strange tattoos on my arms, with no memory of how I came to have them, except the strange piece which apparently had turned out to be a dream. Since then I've had a few other out-of-body experiences I can't even explain. I just knew something was off with me, and it had to do with the wrong, suffocating energy I felt in the air lately. It was there whenever I looked in the mirror. It stared back in the violet eyes, a splash of red. It was in the scratch marks around my neck. It was in the way I yelled at Lilith just a few minutes ago. Usually, I would never do that. I would never raise my voice at a woman I loved so much it hurt. I mean, yelling at her would only hurt me more. So why did I do it? Why did I keep hurting her, recently?After I left her off
QUINNWhen I returned to my desk, I found a text on my phone. It was from Luciano. >>Be ready for dinner at 7.I stared at the text for a long moment, fury burning in my chest. Why did he think he could just do whatever he wanted and get away with it? What makes him think I'll go to dinner with him after what went down a few minutes ago? After coveting the CEO position?I scoffed and threw the phone into my bag. I worked until it was dark outside. Simply because I wanted to rebel and prove that he could not control me. Fiona left early as she had an appointment outside the office. She offered to get me dinner before leaving, but I politely declined. It was later I realized how stupid that had been. Hunger pangs were already settling in my stomach, distracting me from the work I was doing, reminding me why I should be anywhere but at the office. I pulled back from the system and stretched. Yawning, I cracked my knuckles behind me. One look at the clock on the table, and I screamed.
QUINNI could not stop thinking about how hot his tongue was between my legs, even when there were other matters that demanded my attention. I mean…I never knew that feeling. It was like Adrien had given me a tip of the iceberg…and Luciano had taken me on a skating ride through it.Moments after he left, I still dripped down my thighs and locked them tight to control my quivering lips. Fiona’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Are you okay?” I looked at her. She stared into my eyes for a few moments, then shook her head. “Nope, definitely not okay.” She grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “What did he do to you?”I had no intention of responding to that, of course. I could not tell her that he buried his tongue deep in me, hitting a spot that curled heat in the pit of my stomach…a spot I never knew existed. I could not tell her that his teeth grazed across my clit like he knew the perfect pressure to set me in the balance of pleasure and pain…that he—“Do you think you can handle him?”
QuinnMy head pounded like a sledgehammer was taken to it about a million times.Groaning, I rolled over as slowly as possible to keep the headaches from multiplying. Jesus. Could anything be worse than this feeling?I peeled my eyes open and squinted at the soft blue recessed ceiling, wondering w
Adrien The bastard spiked her drink. I knew because I'd stalked Quinn ever since she escaped Luciano's cage in nothing but a sexy, black, body-fitting leather dress, knee-high boots, and came to this underground sex den. My eyes had not left her for even a single moment. She was all I saw and w
QuinnGoosebumps and euphoria washed down my spine simultaneously. For a moment, I thought I stood in paradise. A paradise of gold and midnight blue and flickering flames.The thick draperies were of the same midnight blue as the high walls, it was difficult to tell them apart. Candlelight chandel
QuinnMy first impulse was to turn and flee, because there was no way I was going in there if this man was really Lilith’s stepbrother. Undoubtedly, he was. Those violet eyes were too beautiful to miss. The gold mask flew off, and I became even more certain.Good heavens. Why is he here, anyway?







