All Chapters of The Actor's Contract: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Murmuring something unintelligible, he slips his fingers under my white, lacy underwear and simultaneously scoops down both bra cups, liberating my tits into his grasp. With an oafish sound of hunger, he bends his head, nibbling one perked nipple, his palms kneading the full curve of my breasts.“Sp

Date = 1 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - Aria“I need you naked,” Enrique says, so straightforwardly it feels like an order and a confession in one breath.We stumble into the bedroom, half out of breath, my shirt on the floor, before the lightning cracks again. Thunder rolls in af

“Who shot him?”“Don’t know … the shooter was never caught.”The room feels smaller suddenly, walls bending inward with the weight of what he’s said. The air smells like decayed sex and shadowy unknowns. I pull the sheet even tighter around me, but it doesn’t help — the chill’s under my skin now.He

Date = 1 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - EnriqueThe house is silent.As if holding its breath against the storm.I know silence. I know it in dark rooms with mossy walls. I know it in Jackson’s voice when he is holding back. And I know it in this absence.River is not in her bed.

“You said you’d watch all of them.”“I am.”“You know he’s not even the broodiest person in this room,” Aria teases, glancing up at me.I raise an eyebrow. “Excuse you — I don’t brood. I simmer. There’s a difference.”She snorts. “You’re right. Jackson broods. You flirt.” I like the way we are right