Masuk(Hi dear readers here and hello my dear Viv (winks) thanks for your support, seeing your comments always makes me feel at ease cause I know that yeah, there's someone out there reading my book... so guys I'm still working on my third pov, please if the sex scene isn't as good as you want, let me know so I'll switch sex scenes to first pov)The stretch burned sweetly. She felt herself open around it, those two fingers thrust in, paused deep, pulled out, thrust in again. Every movement was measured, every retreat made her hips chase him. Her wetness made a wet, filthy sound now and she could hear it and feel it running down toward the sheets.Reed pinched her nipple and rolled it, then soothed it with his tongue. His other hand stayed locked around her wrists. His body stayed close enough that she felt every breath he took.“You’re soaking his hand,” he whispered. “You feel that? You want this. Stop lying to yourself.”“I don’t....”The mouth on her clit sucked harder and her sentence d
The first thing Anabella felt was a mouth, it wasn't rushed or sloppy, it felt warm and certain, dragging across her lower lip like it already knew the shape of her. A tongue followed slowly, tasting the seam of her mouth before she was even fully awake. Her breath caught and heat slid down her throat and settled low in her belly feeling heavy and unwanted.Realizing what was happening, her eyes snapped open and instinct hit first so she threw a punch but a hand caught her wrist in the air firmly like he had expected it. Fingers closed around her pulse, then he pressed her hand back into the pillow and kissed her deeper, swallowing the curse that tried to leave her mouth.“Easy,” he murmured against her lips.Nyx moaned instantly.“Reed.”Anabella’s vision sharpened immediately wondering what was going on... they agreed not to do anything like this but Reed was over her, his dark hair falling forward, eyes already black and his body boxed her in without crushing her, one knee between
Anabella picked up her folder and walked out.She heard Reed following before she even made it down Mooncrest’s front steps. The night air was cooler outside, but it did absolutely nothing for her temper, and she kept walking toward her car without looking back. Maybe if she ignored him long enough, he would develop some survival instinct and leave her alone.“You carry a dagger to charity banquets.”Damn, she should have known he doesn't have any survival instincts around herAnabella kept walking. “Apparently I attend the right charity banquets.”“I've never been more attracted to you.”That stopped her, she turned around and found Reed a few steps behind her, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who had shot a man less than an hour ago.“You,” she said.His brows lifted. “Me?”“Don't smile.”The bastard smiled.Anabella crossed the distance between them and shoved him hard in the chest. He barely moved, which only irritated her more because she had been holding this par
By the time Mooncrest began clearing the ballroom, the banquet was beyond saving.Nobody called it an evacuation. The organizers were far too polished for that. Guests were simply informed that the remaining program had been postponed and that Mooncrest would contact anyone whose statement was still required. Security quietly blocked the eastern corridors while staff collected names, and the important people who had arrived expecting champagne, charity speeches and useful connections were escorted out carrying enough gossip to keep pack society entertained for weeks.Anabella couldn't care less about any of that.She stood beside the Mooncrest director with the recovered photograph still open on his tablet. “Send it to me.”The director hesitated. “Miss Benjamin...”“Don't start.”His mouth tightened. “The photograph was recovered from evidence connected to an assault inside our building. Our security team has already forwarded everything to the investigators handling the incident. I
The ballroom finally stopped whispering and it wasn't because everyone had suddenly developed manners, but because an unconscious woman was difficult to turn into gossip quite as quickly as a suspicious security pass.Vivienne moved first. “Take me to her.”She barely made it two steps before the Mooncrest director stopped her. “Miss Benjamin, the medical team is already on their way. Security needs to speak with you first.”“I can answer questions later.” she said hastily “We need to establish when you last saw her and who may have had access to her belongings.”Vivienne’s expression changed. “Is she alive?”“Yes.”“Are you sure?”“The officer who found her confirmed she was breathing.” the man replied calmly “Then I’m going with her.” she made to move again but Alex reached for Vivienne, but she pulled her arm away without even looking at him. “Don’t.”That made Anabella look up.Interesting.Vivienne wasn’t crying anymore and wasn’t checking who was watching her either. There wa
For several seconds after the director finished speaking, nobody said anything.Then the whispers started.They moved through the ballroom so quickly that it was almost impressive. The same people who had been certain Anabella pushed Vivienne barely ten minutes ago were suddenly looking at Vivienne differently. Heads leaned together and eyes moved toward her swollen ankle, then toward the tears still gathered along her lashes. Someone near the back whispered that perhaps the fall had not been an accident after all, while another reminded her companion that Vivienne had been strangely unwilling to let Reed check the cameras.Anabella remained seated, watching the entire room change its mind with almost embarrassing ease. The older Luna who had lectured her about respecting society no longer looked quite so comfortable. She avoided Anabella’s eyes completely, lips pressed together while two women beside her whispered. One of them glanced toward Vivienne before murmuring something about







