All Chapters of The Kingpin's Witch Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

KALLUMMy first instinct when I saw her crumple in fear on that stage, was to fly up and catch her in my arms. If that were possible. I had always been in awe of my step-sister’s beauty, but she seemed to shine so bright today. Brighter than she had ever been. My eyes had been on her right from the moment she strutted into the hall in a mist of perfection and irresistible charm. And I'd seen the moment where she snapped, after she froze and whirled, looking really spooked. What was going on with her? I couldn't deny that she'd been strange ever since she survived that accident. From asking why I kissed her, to claiming she wasn't my sister but someone else…then her alarming reaction at the elite sex den.Kissing Lilith was normal. She enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. We kissed so much it hurt sometimes. Although we never really did it in public. It was my mistake, kissing her in front of her husband that day. I just couldn't help myself. Relief had washed over me as I saw her alive and

QUINNMy mind was going haywire. And it was becoming more and more of a hassle to get it under control. I mean, there was no other explanation for what had happened on that podium a few hours ago. There was no other way to explain the way this body reacted to Luciano without control. Was this Lilith’s doing? Had her spirit somehow awoken and decided to torment me now?I was certain of it, like the memory was burned into my bones. That was a female voice I'd heard back then. And those words wouldn't have been any clearer. Am I glad to take her place? I mean, whose place was I mystically occupying if it wasn't Lilith’s? Did she want it back now? Was that why her spirit appeared and whispered in my ear, spooking me? Or was this a product of some really intense delirium?The loud honk of a car blasted through my thoughts, bringing me back to earth. I glanced up to see the bald man in the driver's seat glaring blazers into my face. “We're here.”“Oh!” I looked around, realizing we mus

QUINNSuffocation was an understatement for whatever was happening to me right now. I was trapped in the heat of Luciano's body close to mine, his tent pressing into my face. He was hard and hot against my face, and for a split mindless second, I wished to pull his zipper free and know what he tastes and feels like in my mouth. Insane, absurd thoughts. Too inappropriate for the situation I was currently in. This stupid attraction to this man should have faded long ago. These things I feel…they're not real. Or at least, they wouldn't be my feelings. Because the only thing I should feel for him was hate.I groaned, mortified and turned on and frustrated. Shifting his weight to the left side of my face, he continued to trace the tip of the blade down my stomach. My jaw clenched hard, and sparks of pleasure raced through my veins, as the blade easily lifted the nightwear off, revealing the fresh, bare thighs. “I could do so many things to you, Lilith. It's amusing how you don't know

QUINN Touch me. Those two words, uttered with undeniable yearning, surprised me. Fear and arousal clashed in my senses and clenched the inner muscles of my thighs as my eyes fluttered open and there he stood, a giant Greek god, staring down at me with a naked lust in his eyes that consumed my soul. In truth, everything went in full overdrive, clamoring hard against my chest. The sight of him in that leather jacket vest with the small black-roped, gold pendant around his neck…almost drove me insane. His hair had that messy look again, and maybe that was why it was annoyingly endearing. He smirked, and I wanted to remind him that there was nothing funny about this body wanting him against my will. Although he knew nothing about that. My eyes couldn't remain on that pendant, anyway. Hell no, because there was a whole other insanely edible sight to enjoy. His bare arms were ripped with veins running all the way to his wrist. I was suddenly struck with an overwhelming urge

LUCIANOShe denied it, of course. I expected nothing else. ‎‎I liked it that way, because it was fun to play this little game with my wife. I might just have to frequent the sex den more than I had initially planned, which was really not a problem. I'd give almost anything at this point to keep teasing her. The previous night had been one of those times I decided to control myself and keep from tearing her apart. I’d barely contained a crash-out when she walked out while I was still speaking to her. She was just so sassy and annoying it killed me sometimes. On some days, it made my cock pulse very much thick with life. My only reason for going to knock on her door, afterwards, shirtless, was to see that priceless look of lust and shock on her face as I tested the waters. Bringing up my fingers inside her had been a calculated move, of course. I needed to see how she'd react, and she did, just as I predicted. But was she really the woman I married? How was I so in the dark about