LOGINAsena“ I want this.” I declare. Something flickers in Caspian's eyes. It's a look that should terrify me.Instead, it sets me on fire.His hand tightens on my waist and his fingers dig in possessively as he pulls me flush against him. I feel every inch of hardness of his body through our clothes and feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against my stomach.Oh God."Say it again," he commands, his voice dropping an octave. I know he wants to hear me surrender out loud. He wants me to admit what I have been denying."I..." My voice trembles. "I want this.""Want what?" Zavian's breath ghosts over my neck from behind and suddenly I'm sandwiched between them. Heat floods my cheeks the more they make me admit every filthy thing I've been too scared to acknowledge."I want you," I whisper, the words barely audible. "Both of you."Caspian's smile is pure sin and devastatingly dark."Good girl." He praises then his mouth crashes against mine.His kiss is nothing like Matteo's chaste
AsenaThe question slams into me, stealing my breath away. Compensation? What the actual fuck? "I... I didn't mean to walk in on you," I manage, my voice fracturing.“I was being followed so I…” I fumble with words. I just needed…""Sure you were." Caspian lifts his hand, hid fingers threading through my hair with agonizing slowness. He brushes a strand from my face, his touch almost tender. "You always were terrible at lying, Asena." He whispers into my ears, his hushed voice sending delicious tremors straight to my head. Zavian shifts, closing the space between us. His scent wraps around me like a drug, making my head spin."You were looking for an escape,you say?” He asks, his head almost touching my neck. "...But you found us instead. And yet..." His gaze drags deliberately down my body and I clamp my legs, my breath hitching."You didn't scream,Asena. You didn't even run. You just stood there and watched."Heat floods my cheeks. I can’t deny his words because they are true.I
Asena After running from the hotel, broken and shamed, I walk aimlessly around the city. I should have gone home and figured out how to return four hundred invitations, cancel a venue and explain to everyone that there was going to be no wedding. Instead, I stumbled into this place that reeks of alcohol, sin and latex. Maybe I should have figured out how to make Matteo and Sophia pay but… it wasn't the first time she did this to me and our parents were always on her side and so, what was the point of throwing a tantrum when I would end up at fault? I didn't even know where I was going until I found myself in a club. It's the kind of place I would never have stepped foot into but tonight… …tonight I'm not me anymore, am I? Tonight, I just want to wash away my humiliation with alcohol and then go back to my apartment and sleep my sorrows away before I face the world again. I take another sip of my drink, the room tilting around me. I slam the empty glass on the marble table and ta
AsenaI step out of the taxi and look at the huge building before me. My phone chimes with a new message. Suite 412. Can't wait to see you in the dress, babe.I press my phone against my chest, trying to calm the wild flutter in my heart.In three days, I’ll wed the love of my life.Matteo Russo. The bold letters “Bellagio Resort” glare at me, announcing my destination.Of course Matteo chose Bellagio for my dress fitting.Nothing but the best for his bride, he'd said when I suggested a less costly resort. Excitement bubbles inside me as I make my way to the reception. I give my name with what I hope is a confident smile. However,the receptionist’s expression shifts immediately and for a fleeting second, her professional mask cracks.She regains composure and pulls the keycard, handing it over to me."Suite 412. Fourth floor."I nod, say my thanks and skip away. However, my mind replays that moment of shift, the pity I saw in their eyes. Not wanting to overthink, I push the thou







