DevynA lazy smile forms on her face when she stirs awake and feels the effects of Kieran’s assault on her body. Gosh, she missed this, missed how he worshipped her body and made her feel like she’s the most beautiful woman in existence. She stretches and feels his arms tighten around her as he groans into her neck. “Hmm, good morning, beautiful,” he thrums, snuggling his stubbled face deeper into the nape of her neck. “I did, thanks to you,” she says, squirming at the feeling of his beard on her sensitive skin and turning around to face him. It is only then that she gets a proper look at him; bags under his eyes, gaunt face, and it looks like he hasn’t slept in days. Did she cause him to look like this by running away?He opens his eyes, then closes them again and smiles, still looking incredibly tired. “Like what you see?’ he says in that cocky voice, but Devyn only huffs in disapproval. &

DevynShe bids farewell to Clarissa and Ian at the elevator and blows a kiss when the door closes. “She told me,” Devyn says, leaning into Kieran’s arms. “She’s told me about the cancer and everything else. She doesn’t want help….” Kieran holds her closer and breathes out a sigh. “I think our Clarissa is done fighting,” he says. Devyn nods at this, thinking back to Clarissa’s words and how the fight had left her entirely. How does one come to terms with the knowledge that they will die in the next few months? Is it a slow process of denial and then acceptance? She hopes that she will never have to find out, not at least until she's old and her children are grown.Speaking of which…“Where’s Killian?” she says suddenly, peering up at Kieran, who looked surprised at the change in mood. “He’s upstairs in his nursery. Do you want to meet h

We didn’t make it inside the hotel room before we started kissing and ripping one another's clothes off. Fucking hell, this woman got my cock hard faster than anyone I have ever been with and right now she was on her knees sucking the life out of me. I fist her hair at the back of her head and force her head down, but she stops just before I can cum.“Not yet, you don’t get to cum in my mouth,” she orders, then crawls on her knees to the bed. The sight of her ass in the air made me want to plunge myself deep inside her and it is driving me crazy. I pick her up from the floor and throw her on the bed, listening to her excited giggle gets me even harder. She points to her glistening pussy and I immediately get what she means. I put a finger inside of her and pop it in my mouth, letting out a groan as I do. “So fuckin’ sweet,” I murmur before diving in. When my tongue meets her wetness, I see stars. I have never tasted a woman so

Everything is fuzzy on the drive home. I'm not even sure how I managed to drive back to Hell's Kitchen, much less shower and get into bed. What the fuck is wrong with me?Anastasiya Volkova is the reason I am no longer in line to take over from my father. She's the one who rejected our engagement in high school and made me look like a fool in front of my family. I must admit I was a little asshole back then, but it didn't warrant her rejection of our engagement.Fuck sakes, I need to get her out of my mind; it would do no good to dwell on the night we shared together.I sit back on my couch with a Scotch in my hand and breathe out a sigh. What the hell happened to Anastasiya when she left St Leonards? She used to be this prim and proper girl who used her name to get places. It seems like Amaranthe's death took its toll on her, a little more than I thought.It’s understandable, I guess since she was very close to her mother, but to completely

Anastasiya“Open the gate!”“What? Why- oh my God, are you here?!”A giggle from the other side. “Yes, doofus, now open!”I kill the call and run downstairs; Dakota is here! Oh my God, my best friend is here! I haven’t seen her since she checked into rehab after Ayden’s abuse; her parents then sent her to a private school, and she worked for a few years at her mother’s fashion house in Paris. We’ve kept in contact, though.Running out of the mansion doors, I see her Bugatti Veyron pull up and sprint towards her. We shriek as we see one another and run into each other’s arms, crying like babies.I then push her away and take in the sight of her, sighing as I do so - she looked exactly like her mother—Blonde, curvaceous, perfect size 10, tall, blue eyes - gorgeous.“You look amazing, Dr Dereon!” I say, giving her anoth