One thing about big houses, that can be annoying, is the echoes.Such as the echoes my footsteps were making as I made my way to the kitchen. And once again I had to wonder what the point was.It was barely seven, but I woke up very early and also famished, so I'm gonna have breakfast, and finally finish reading Born in ice.However, when I got to the kitchen the sight that greeted me made my steps falter, and my good mood vanished. Damian stood by the counter, his arms around a familiar woman's waist, passionately kissing her.I swallowed hard, the sight striking me like a blow to the chest. My fingers tightened around the book in my hand, and I cleared my throat.They both jumped and turned to me, with wide eyes.“Hannah?” He whispered, releasing her sharply.At least he had the decency to look guilty.“Morning,” I greeted, thankful that my voice came out steadier than I felt.What are you supposed to say when you see your mate, who was just deep down in your throat a few nights ag
“Sabella?” Damon called, getting up from his chair, and before I could say Jack, he was already by her side, taking the bag from her.Isabella offered him a weak smile, and they led her to the couch.What was she doing here? And with bags?Oh, this had better not be what I was thinking. I rose, uncertain of how to react, my gaze drifting between her and the boys.“Isabella, it's so good to see you,” Damon murmured, pulling her into a warm embrace.“Yeah, we were worried about you.”She took a seat and they both sat beside her, all googly eyes and sad looking. It irritated the shit out of me. “How are you coping? I'm so sorry about what happened.”She gave Damon a look and sniffed, “It's just….it's just so hard. I can't imagine that he's gone,”Tears spilled down her cheeks and I kicked myself, mentally, for being too unreasonably jealous to begin with. This woman just lost her mate.Why was I being such a bitch?As if on cue, I heard footsteps rushing down the stairs, and Dean came
*********Something wet and hot trailed down my stomach, settling on my thighs and licking circles there.This was a damned good way to wake up. I moaned at the pleasure that drifted down my body, sighing in delight. They moved down my thighs, hovering above my wet, puffy lips. “You naughty minx,” I heard Damon whisper and chuckled, opening my eyes slowly. “You're all wet,” “Entirely your fault,” I mumbled, staring at him sleepily. His blue eyes had an intensity that made me blush. “That's what you get for touching me in my sleep,” Damon grinned. “Sorry, did I wake you? I just couldn't resist.”“You don't look the least bit sorr- Oh fuck!” I cried, breathless when he ran his tongue right between my thighs, all over my pussy. I wiggled my hips closer to his face, my eyes slightly closed in anticipation.Damon chuckled, withdrew and sank his fingers into me with no warning, making me gasp. “Damon,”I writhed my hips, my hand grabbing his silky hair as he thrust a finger forcefully
Whatever retort I had, died down when I heard footsteps behind me, and seconds later, Damon walked into the kitchen with a huge grin - only it was directed at Isabella.“Isabella, you're cooking? That's a pleasant surprise,” Damon remarked.Isabella chuckled softly, her eyes meeting Damon's. “Why are you surprised? I'm allowed to cook, aren't I?”Damon's smile widened. “Well….thing is, honey, you are a terrible cook”Isabella glared at him, and he laughed, throwing his hands up.“It's just the truth, don't get all feisty now.”“Get out. I have improved a lot in the last few months. Actually, Vincent loved cooking and, well, he taught me one or two …"Her expression suddenly shifted from playful to sad as she gazed at the word, looking lost.Damon wrapped a hand around her shoulder, patting it…" Hey, don't feel sad now. It's okay, alright?”She smiled, and took his hand, “Yeah. Thank you so much for being here, despite …." “Bella, we are friends. You have been our friend since we coul
His hand fell from his chest and he approached me in slow strides.I took a step back instinctively as he drew closer, and he flinched when he noticed my withdrawal.“Hannah,” he began, “can we talk?”I hesitated, staring into his deep blue eyes, which always held so much warmth from day one, and my heart fluttered at…his gorgeousness. Just the gorgeousness.But I shook my head after a few beats. “I'm not really in the mood for talking,” I replied curtly, my gaze dropping back to the book in my hands.We had nothing to discussI was tired of them getting all over me and then acting all cold the next second.Damon's brow furrowed, “Hannah, I know you're upset, and I'm sorry if I've done something to contribute to that.”I sighed, closing the book and placing it back on the shelf. “It's not about you, Damon. I just don't want to talk to you now. I'm really not in the mood,”Damon nodded, “I get it. And I respect that. I guess we will talk whenever you feel like it,”I gave him a curt
“Yes plum …” My breath caught in my throat, a shockwave of fear crashing over me. Nathaniel. My heartbeat spiked up and started beating loudly against my chest. I felt my grip on the phone loosen, my fingers trembling as if an invisible weight pressed upon them. “No,” I gasped, my voice a strained plea. Instantly, my reflexes kicked in, and the phone slipped from my grasp, tumbling to the floor with a resounding thud. My chest constricted, the world around me spiraling as panic surged. It was as if time folded in on itself, bringing back the suffocating grip of a traumatic memory. My breathing quickened, ragged and uneven, each inhale a struggle against the crushing weight of fear. Frantic thoughts raced through my mind. My body felt like it was trapped in a vice, every muscle tense and trembling. I stumbled backward, my knees hitting the edge of the bed as I sank onto it, my world narrowing to the thundering of my heart. Through the haze of panic, I could faintly hear the mu
After a cup of cold milk, I walked up to my room and met my phone ringing again.Must be Nathaniel.I picked up my phone, my heart pounding in my chest as the screen displayed the words “Private Number.” With a shaky hand, I answered the call, a mixture of fear and defiance coursing through my veins.“What do you want, Nathaniel?” I demanded, my voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil within me.His chilling laughter echoed through the phone, sending a shiver down my spine. “Ah, Hannah, it's been a while, hasn't it? I heard you've been living the good life, surrounded by your little protectors.”I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening around the phone. “Cut to the chase, Nathaniel. What do you want?”His tone turned sinister, a cold edge creeping into his words. “I want you to pay, Hannah. I promise I'll make you suffer for what you did to me, I'll assure you of that.”My heart raced, as I recalled similar words from him five years ago. The fear, the pain—I had worked so hard
Nobody came to my room to bother me for the rest of the day, and for that, I'm truly grateful because it gave me the time and space I needed to get into a clearer mental zone, give myself a long preaching and motivational speech of how I'm responsible for me and no longer that scared little baby who could not stop Nathaniel.By the time I was down with Me to Me speech, I was calm enough to grab a nap, but that was after deciding that, I was done with Nathaniel having the upper hand every damn time.By the time I woke up, it was already dark out, and I was feeling something very different from fear and panic.My skin was tingling with a familiar sensation, and there were beads of sweat dripping down my chin from my forehead as a wave of heat enveloped me.Damn it. This heat certainly doesn't give any warning before it strikes. And this isn't the right time, damn it, to be feeling a sexual urge.Oh, that's the very last thing on my mind right now.I tried to ignore it, but the pressure