DELSANRA I wanted him to realise that his kind were monsters, that I could never accept them… I wanted him to realise that and just leave me alone. But the effect this had… He was able to pull out of the memory before he had even seen the worst of it and the anger that radiated from him made me stumble backwards. His eyes blazed green and his voice was terrifying. "Who the fuck were they?" I didn’t know, but if I said that, would he take his anger out on me? I couldn’t be so sure. Our eyes met and his returned to their usual gorgeous grey. He walked towards me, but I stepped back. "I… I don’t know who they were." I flinched when he raised his hands, only for my eyes to widen in surprise as he cupped my face. The rough pads of his fingers felt good against my cool skin. My heart skipped a beat when he looked down at me, the pain and anguish that I saw in his made my own eyes sting. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heart racing

DELSANRA The pain was gone… I felt at ease. Warmth enveloped me and I was at peace. I had never felt so comforted in my life. Was this it? Did I die? My stomach fluttered as I tried to move my heavy eyelids to see where I was. I frowned, cracking them open a little; with a sudden rush, the splitting headache, the pain in my body and bones screamed loudly hit. I flinched. I definitely was not dead. Trying to reach for my head, I realised it was trapped. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the six-pack of a Greek god peeking out from a t-shirt that had ridden up. My heart thundered as I took in the situation, I was all warm and cocooned in the blanket whilst… Rayhan was sitting on top of it asleep. His head was resting against the headboard, his shoulder-length black soft curls falling in front of his face. One of his hands was resting on my head, the other was holding one of my hands captive against his chest. His chest rising and falling st

DELSANRA Night had fallen, I had stayed in the room all day. I don’t know why I agreed to his deal. With that look in his eyes, I had not been able to refuse him. He was messing with my mind already. I wish I could have just sneaked out, but I had given my word, and a witch always keeps her word. Although I often wondered why I should follow such rules in the first place, it was just something that was embedded deep within me. Rayhan and the two women had come to ask me about lunch and dinner, but I had pretended to be sleeping and said I wasn’t hungry. Even when Rayhan brought dinner, I had just told him I was not well. Being around him messed with my head, I needed to avoid him at all costs. But now I was hungry, so I kicked off the bedsheet and sat up. It had been pretty warm; I had taken my leggings off earlier, now only wearing his shirt - something I hadn’t been able to remove. I wasn’t sure if it was the quality of the fabric that made

ALEJANDRO Life’s fucking good. That’s the fucking truth. With my nympho, the little fucker, and our princesses that would be here in about seven weeks. I took a drag of my cigarette as I sat in my office chair, my ankles crossed on top of the desk, watching Dante play outside the open patio doors that led to the garden. The cold not bothering him at all. We had made some changes to the house, and now my office was on the ground floor, where I could keep an eye on the fucker if need be. Right now, he was collecting leaves. Kids are weird as fuck. What was he going to do with leaves anyway? "Daddy!" He said suddenly, now frowning at me. I swear the kid was a grumpy little fucker. "What do you want?" "I want juice." He demanded. "And do I look like your fucking nanny?" "No, you daddy fucker." Yeah, he perfected that word too. "You little-" "Seriously, baby? You taught him that." Kiara’s sexy husky v

RAYHAN The moment she grabbed the burger and sat back, making her boobs bounce, I wondered what went through that mind of hers... Her cheeks were flushed and the familiar squeeze of her thighs gave it away… I had seduced enough women to know when I had an effect on them… When I sucked on her thumb, I didn’t miss how her body reacted to me. Fuck, she’s so perfect. A temptation that I was succumbing to, I felt a rush of pleasure go through me as she inhaled sharply, her heart thudding like a thousand beats of a drum. A sudden sound from the TV brought us out of our eye lock and she gasped, yanking her hand away, glaring at me - or trying to. "Don’t behave like an animal." She said quickly, picking up her can. I smirked watching her. She had pushed her sleeves up a little and I could see the runes on her wrists. The urge to take her hand in mine and kiss those marks was strong. I wanted to know if they hurt… I looked away and at the horrible movi