Semua Bab Hiding The Devil Billionaire's Daughter : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Advice SERAPHINA "Sera" MORTEZ'S POINT OF VIEW "Come on-we're not gonna drag him back. He trusts you more than he ever trusted us." Kidd's footsteps thudded behind me as I stormed through the front door, my shoulders tight as wire. I whipped around, my brow knotted with fury. "I don't care about that! What if my kids get tangled up in your mess? Did you think about that?!" I stopped short when his hand closed around my arm. "Calm down, will you-ouch!" The sound of fist hitting flesh was sharp as a crack of thunder. I spun to find Kidd sprawling backward, crashing through the doorway and landing hard on the porch planks. "Kidd!" I shot Lucian a glare hot enough to burn. He stood right beside me, his face impassive, his gaze fixed on Kidd as he pushed himself up. A red welt was already swelling across his right cheek. Jesus Christ. "Lucian!" I called again, and this time he turned his eyes to me-dark, like

Shower Queen WARNING: This chapter contains mature and sensitive content unsuitable for young readers. Please proceed with discretion. THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW Heat flooded Sera's skin, rising from her chest to her cheeks until they burned bright red. Her nipples-just beginning to soften from their earlier tightness-peaked again, sharp against the cold air of the small bathroom. She scrambled to her feet, crossing her arms over her chest to shield herself. She'd come in without a towel; the one Lucian held was slung over his shoulder, and he'd pulled back the curtain before she could reach for it. Every inch of her was exposed to his gaze. "W-Why didn't you knock?!" She gasped, backing toward the far wall, her brow knotted with embarrassment and frustration. Lucian's brows shot up, then he laughed-a low, warm sound that rumbl

Heaven WARNING: This chapter contains mature and sensitive content not suitable for young readers. Please proceed with discretion. THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW Sera's body arched off the bed the moment Lucian's mouth found her core. A sound tore from her throat-part moan, part sob-and she couldn't separate the two, only know she'd never felt anything so sharp and deep. Her fingers twisted in the sheets until her knuckles blazed white, and she understood there was no turning back now he'd set his mind to knowing every part of her again. "O-Oh! Fuck-Lucian! It feels so good!" She let her voice break free, unashamed, as she gave in to the sensation she'd ached for through four years of silence. Lucian's focus was absolute, his tongue teasing and drawing at her clit as she shifted beneath him. He loved how her body moved on its own, hips rolling against his mouth like they remembered exactly what to do. Am I really this sensiti

EnrollmentSERAPHINA "Sera" MORTEZ'S POINT OF VIEW "Can you guys hurry up?!" I snap, hands planted on my hips as I glare at the four men scattered across my living room floor. They're rummaging through suitcases like kids let loose in a candy shop, clothes and gear strewn everywhere. "Mommy, they're making a mess," Rio says, scratching at his hair. "Like big babies," Leo adds, sucking on a lollipop that's already stained his chin pink. They stand flanking me by the door, watching the chaos unfold. My eyes drift to Lucian-he's frowning down at his own suitcase, which holds clothes I know I could never afford. When he first arrived, he didn't believe those three were really his friends... but now, staring at designer pieces he couldn't have bought himself, maybe he's starting to accept it. I rub my temples as I scan the room. Ace is already dressed in simple shorts and a tee-but of course he's not done. He's laid out five diff

Photobooth SERAPHINA "Sera" MORTEZ'S POINT OF VIEW "Mommy, look! They look so silly!" Rio tugs at my hand, pointing across the walkway. We've just climbed off the carousel, and I follow his gaze to a small group of teens-fifteen or sixteen, maybe-lined up outside a photo booth. They're wearing cartoon-themed headbands and headdresses, pairing off like couples. Kids these days make young relationships look so ordinary. But who am I to judge? I was twenty-four when I had the boys. Life took me down a path I never planned, so I've learned to keep an open mind about how others find their way. I place my hands on Rio's shoulders, crouching to meet his eyes. "They're taking pictures, baby-those are costumes to make them look like their favorite cartoons." His eyes go wide with wonder, hands flying to cover his mouth. His gaze sparkles with mischief, and I know exactly what's coming. "M