“Shhhh,” Kieran murmured, his arm around her waist as he guided her quickly toward the bathroom. He shut and locked the door behind them.Genesis looked over her shoulder, her face damp with sweat, hair sticking to her skin, heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.She had barely finished her dance and was listening to Miss Reneta’s corrections when Kieran had walked in. His blue eyes locked on her, and her heart had started pounding like a war drum. He whispered something to their instructor, who nodded eagerly. Before Genesis could react, he grabbed her and started leading her away—straight to the bathroom.Stacy, Miss Reneta, even Daisy and a few others had looked on in surprise.Now, his hand was wrapped around her waist again, guiding her to the sink. She could feel him pressing against her from behind.She turned to look at him, shaking her head, but he leaned down and kissed her, sucking softly on her lips. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.She felt her front pre
GENESISMy heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the ballet studio. Fear prickled across my skin, and I felt what Daisy once called goosebumps ripple through me.“Genesis, look at me,” Kieran said softly, cupping my face in his large hands. “I’m not going to leave. I’ll be right here.”He gave my cheeks a gentle squeeze, making my lips pout, and I stared up at him. My eyes drifted toward the far end of the driveway—that place. The spot where Mark had once tried to take me into his car. The memory was blurry… but still there.“Don’t look over there,” Kieran said quickly, tilting my chin back toward him. “Just look at me. You’re safe. I’ll be in class with you the whole time.”He smiled, and I found myself getting lost in his deep blue eyes. They looked like the ocean—yes, an ocean. I’d never seen one in real life, only on TV.I nodded and gave him a small, shaky smile. As long as he was with me… I’d be okay.His hand drifted to rest gently on my thigh, rubbing small circles. A shive
Monica was fuming.She paced the living room like a caged lioness, her fingers crumpling the edges of the newspaper in her hands. Her chest rose and fell with sharp breaths, and her face had flushed a deep, dangerous red.She couldn’t believe what she'd just read.It had all started innocently—she'd stepped outside to grab the mail when the headline on the newspaper caught her eye. Odd, really. She never read newspapers. In fact, that was one of the things she swore she'd never be caught dead doing. Newspapers were old school. Outdated. Useless.And worst of all, they reminded her of her past.Mark turned the corner just in time to spot his mother’s furious pacing. He froze. Took a step back. Then another.Uh-oh.She looked like a volcano moments before eruption. That surprised him, considering just yesterday they'd received some of the best news of their lives—finally, a crack in Kieran and Genesis’s shiny little world.So why did she look like she wanted to murder something?His gut
Kieran stared at the pool doors, where he had unmistakably heard voices echoing earlier. But he wasn’t going to deal with that right now. That could wait.Instead, he looked down at Genesis—her chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, her back pressed firmly against his front. Though he had just finished fucking her, he could already feel himself stirring again.He pressed his face into the curve of her neck, his large left hand gliding up to caress and squeeze her breast. She didn’t resist. She simply leaned back into him, resting her head on his shoulder as she gazed up at the moonlight.He pulled back slightly to look at her face, watching the way the silver glow danced in her eyes. His heart clenched.She was so damn beautiful. And she was his.He couldn’t believe he’d once considered rejecting her—just because she wasn’t his usual type. Now, the mere thought of not having her made his chest ache like madness creeping in.His hand left her breast, gliding up the smooth slope of
Damon’s face was close to hers, eyes dark and feral.“Now,” he snarled, “give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slice your fucking throat open.”Rev’s heart pounded, a mix of anger and fear tightening in her chest—not fear of him exactly, but of the dagger pressed far too close to her neck. One wrong move and she knew Fang wouldn’t hesitate. She wasn’t about to die by her own dagger in his hands. If anyone was going to die, it’d be him by hers.And she couldn’t blow her cover. She wasn’t supposed to know how to fight. She was supposed to be a poor orphan girl—taken in by Eliana, whom she’d met in the fish market and begged for work. That was her story. If she so much as lifted a knee to kick his smug ass, it would all fall apart.So she took a slow breath, her eyes flicking from the sharp glint of her dagger to the man holding it. She knew she should cry. Beg. Plead. Say she wasn’t spying on Knight and Genesis.But when she opened her mouth, something else slipped out.“You have no r
Revelation couldn’t sleep.She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to count sheep—or at least pretending to. What really kept her awake was the weight of what Cady and Mia had told her. She had truly believed Knight let her go of his own will. Not because he was kind—no, she wasn’t that naive. Knight was a heartless killer. She knew that all too well. But part of her thought maybe, just maybe, he believed her when she said she didn’t mean to harm his wife.She should’ve known better. Knight was a psychopath.Everything about him was a lie—the blood he spilled on the floor, the charming front he wore online, the illusion of being some internet-famous Casanova. Sure, he barely posted anymore since Genesis came into his life, but that didn’t matter. It was the fact that she ever believed any part of it that fueled her anger now.And to make it worse, now Damon—The Black Fang—had his eyes on her.That could ruin everything.Pretending to be someone else around the Angels was al