MasukBeatrice
Silas is on my right, Atticus on my left, and both study me as if they're silently weighing something only they understand.
Almost in silent unison, they give each other the smallest nod. It's quick, almost imperceptible, but I catch it. I don't know if that whole twin telepathy thing is real, but judging by that wordless exchange, I guess it is.
Atticus's shoulder brushes mine and then he leans in close. His voice drops low, meant
When he goes down again, his fingers gather the wetness he's coaxed from me. He slips two fingers inside me, stretching me, and I let out a soft moan, barely a whisper, trying to keep quiet. This feels so dirty, knowingSilasis right there. He could open his eyes any second and get a free show. The thought sends a thrill mixed with heat straight through me.Atticuslowers his head, his tongue flicking and swirling expertly at my clit, each stroke sending shivers crashing over me. The wet, slick heat of his fingers inside combined with the teasing flicks of his tongue feels amazing. So fucking good it makes my head spin. My hips twitch against his skilled movements, desperate for more. He hums, the vibration rippling through my core. It's overwhelming, intoxicating, every nerve ending screaming for release.I feel the brush of another finger near my other hole and I tense up. ButAtticus's tongue presses harder against my clit, sending another jolt
The sudden pull makes me slide down, my back sinking into the couch until I'm stretched out beneath him. It's like dragging me into his space was always his plan. I bend my knees, ready to push myself back up, but his hands come down over them. The pressure stills me, my gaze snapping to his face. "What are you doing?" I ask curiously.His eyes darken, his thumb brushing slow circles against the inside of my knee. "I've been craving you all night, angel," he murmurs. "Let me have a taste."Heat shoots through me. I dart a glance to my left where his brother is just a few feet away, sleeping. "But...Silasis right there," I whisper."Don't be shy." His lips curl into a slow, wicked smirk. "He won't wake up if you're quiet."I fall silent, caught in that space where my brain tells me no but my body says yes. My hesitation is all the invitation he needs. His hands slide up on the outside of my thighs, strong fingers coaxing them apart. Cool air ru
BeatriceAfter what feels like hours of dancing, my legs have turned to jelly. They might give out any second. This time,Silasis the one to scoop me up into his arms and I melt into him.We leave the pulsing chaos of the club, slipping behind dense bushes and towering trees that seem to guard a secret. Nestled there, almost swallowed by the lush greenery, is a sleek condo. I didn't realize just how sprawling this island really was.Silas's offhand comment aboutAtticusliving here suddenly makes sense; this isn't just a getaway, it's their private home.Atticustrails behind us, silent except for the soft puff of smoke from a cigarette clenched between his fingers. He looks pissed, brooding.Silascarries me up dark wooden steps leading up to the condo, the wood creaking softly under his feet. He carries me through the door and gently sets me down on my shaky legs. Inside, the space is inviting. Modern
His gaze lifts toMoris. "Instead of trying to swallow my brother's dick," he says, voice calm but lethal, "there's plenty of other people here. I'm sure you won't have a hard time finding one to choke on."Moristurns her gaze toAtticus. I see a subtle shift, the way her shoulders pull tight, her chin tucking slightly. She stiffens like a deer in the shadow of a predator. She takes a single step back, as if putting space between them will keep her safe. Her eyes drift toSilas, waiting, expecting him to help her. He doesn't. He looks past her as if she's irrelevant.Silasleans into me, his lips brushing the side of my neck. Heat pools low in my stomach at the slow drag of his mouth against my skin.Moristhrows me a glare before she stomps off, her heels slapping against the floor until the crowd swallows her whole.Atticusexhales through his nose, his gaze still watching her walk off. "How you ever got caught up with
BeatriceThe heavy casino doors swing shut behind us, sealing away the echo of clinking glasses, bright lights, and the scent of cigar smoke and perfume. Outside, the air feels better. I've been holding my breath for hours and can finally breathe again. My shoulders loosen a fraction, but my chest still feels tight.I had a hunch from the start thatSilas's empire isn't built solely on cabanas and spa packages. The resort glitters like something out of a travel brochure, but underneath the gloss is something darker. I think back to that one day inSilas's office when I tossed out a half-joke about him being a drug dealer. When in reality, I was spot on.Cocaine is the real currency flowing through this paradise. I don't know the scope, the logistics, or the reach, but I know enough to understand this isn't some side hustle.We walk along a stone slab trail, the moonlight catching in the faint seams between each block.Silas
Rustomleans back with a smirk. "During my two-week stay here, several of your dealers and people simply vacationing have already been targeted." Then his eyes cut toAtticus, that smirk sharpening. "But you would know... since you're the one getting rid of the bodies."Well, I guessRustomcan tell which twin is which.Atticushas the faintest grin tugging at his lips. "Dead bodies lying around doesn't look good for business, does it? At least I don't run to daddy and ask for help."Rustom's face darkens, red creeping up his neck until it stains his cheeks. His chair scrapes back as he starts to rise, butJoseph's hand shoots out, shoving him back down. The older man doesn't look at his son; his gaze stays locked onAtticus.I'm trying my hardest to act like I'm not choking on the damn atmosphere in here.Armando, either oblivious or simply immune to the threats swirling around the table, speaks in a flat tone. "
AtticusI've got two women tangled up in my sheets. That's the beauty of having my own condo at Apex. I get to do whatever the fuck I want.There's a constant rotation of willing bodies. I don't have to sneak around or play games. The options at our resort are endless, and every night's a new menu.
Where the hell is the peanut butter?I open the pantry and scan the shelves. Nothing. I move to the cupboards, opening one by one with increasing frustration. Where do rich people keep the damn peanut butter?The kitchen light flickers to life and I gasp, whirling around. Silas stands in the doorway
Cassius's face relaxes into a slow smirk. He doesn't say anything, just tilts his chin, gives me a quick once-over, and strolls off like he didn't just make my stomach twist into knots. I watch him go, unsure whether he believed me or if he thinks something else entirely.After tossing Silas's shee
There's a moment of silence before she smiles, soft and sincere. "I don't doubt you'll be able to achieve your goals."For some reason, hearing her say that means more than it should. It's not flattery. It's belief. From someone who's had to fight for everything she has, and still chooses to see th







