Chapter 21: The unknown

Everette’s povI slip my phone into my pocket before Dad can notice the way my fingers are shaking. I start to walk upstairs.“Everette.”I turn to find Dad standing in front of me, his expression unreadable as he adjusts the cuff of his shirt. “The detectives will probably want to speak with you again tomorrow, so I suggest you get some rest and stay away from the press.” His tone makes it sound like a harmless suggestion, though we both know he has never been particularly good at suggesting anything.“Of course,” I reply, offering him a polite smile. “Wouldn't want to give anyone the wrong impression.”Something flickers in his eyes, gone before I can identify it. He gives me a nod that feels like I have just passed a test and turns away.I wait until he disappears into his office before pulling out my phone again.The unknown number is still there, the photograph sitting beneath the message. My thumb hovers over the message field.Who are you?I send it before I can talk myself ou

Chapter 22: He doesn’t care

Everette’s povMy heart gives one ridiculous kick against my ribs, and I hate that my first instinct is to check my reflection in the darkened laptop screen.I cross the room and open the door.Raze stands in the hallway wearing baggy black joggers and a fitted shirt with the whole front button open, his dark hair falling around his face. I try my hardest not to stare at his naked chest for long.I’m pretty sure I pulled it off. Or not. I think I’m a bit buzzed. His eyes move over me before settling on the glass in my hand.“How many of that have you had?” he asks.A grin crosses my face. “Are you making house calls now?”“Only when my fiance starts sending sarcastic messages at midnight.”“Fake fiance. And you sent me a message first.”“Which you replied like an eighty-year-old man with a gambling problem.”I roll my eyes and step back into my room towards the cart. He’s killing my buzz. “If you're here to insult me, you can leave.”He enters without answering, his gaze travelling a

Chapter 23: Drama in the mansion

Raze’s povI swear, if one more person in this mansion decides to have another public drama, I’m going to lose it.I've lived under this roof before, long enough to know that peace is a foreign concept here, yet somehow I still convince myself that I can find a way to get Everette alone for five damn minutes without a family scandal, a murder, or his sister's mouth ruining everything.And the worst part is I’m seeing all this take a toll on him.He’s drinking again. Heavily. At work today, he seems distracted. Or high. I couldn’t get close enough to tell. And that part of me—that part that has always been a sucker for that vulnerable part of him, that side of me that has always been quick to place between him and the pain he calls a family, is rearing its head up and I don’t like it. This is supposed to be a seduction for chrissake. The sooner I'm done with this, the sooner I’m out of this hellhole. Tonight. Tonight I will take him out of here, somewhere none of his family is arou

Chapter 24: Seduction or is it?

Raze’s povGetting Eve upstairs takes longer than it should because Serena follows us halfway up the staircase, demanding to know why we are abandoning the family in the middle of a crisis. Everette tells her he has no intention of listening to another argument tonight, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling when he turns and continues walking without waiting for her response.The moment we reach my bedroom, I shut the door and lock it.Eve watches me with a raised eyebrow. “Are you planning to hold me hostage?”“Depends. Are you going to behave?”“I'm beginning to understand why your employees hate you.”“My employees adore me.”“Your employees are paid to tolerate you.”I shake, grinning despite myself. “And yet you agreed to marry me.”“Thirty days,” he reminds me, lifting one finger. “That's all you get.”“Twenty-six now.”His expression falters.I watch the realization settle over him, the reminder that our arrangement has an expiration date and that, at

Chapter 24: Wrecking him

Raze’s povEverette lets out a moan, his hips pushing off the bed, his hands twisting in the sheets. I let my tongue work him slowly, taking in more inches, savoring every reaction. I put my hands under his knees, pulling him closer. His fingers tangle in my hair, gripping hard as I bob my head up and down on his dick, one of my hands squeezing his balls. "Raze—" His voice breaks on my name. Music. Absolute music.I pull back just enough to look up at him. His cheeks are flushed pink, his lips swollen from our earlier kiss, his chest heaving beneath the torn remnants of his shirt. God, he's beautiful like this. Wrecked. Desperate. I've missed this so fucking much."Look at me.”He raises his head, his eyes meeting mine. They’re glassy, dilated, completely undone. I hold his gaze as I take his dick deep in my mouth again, letting him feel the heat of my mouth, the slick pressure of my tongue, the tightness of my throat. He cries out, his head falling back against the bed."Don't

All Chapters of THIRTY DAYS of sin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Chapter 21: The unknown

Chapter 22: He doesn’t care

Chapter 23: Drama in the mansion

Chapter 24: Seduction or is it?

Chapter 24: Wrecking him