The Interrogation

Seraphina & Declan✦ 18+ — explicit language, graphic violence, torture ✦The basement smells like concrete and old water and the particular kind of fear that has been marinating for several hours. I know that smell. I've been in rooms like this before — not many, and not as the one asking questions, but enough to understand the architecture of them. The single hanging bulb. The drain in the floor that doesn't try to hide what it's for. The chair bolted to the concrete, which is a practical detail that tells you something about whoever built this room and how seriously they took their work. Declan built this room. Of course he did. The man in the chair is named Caruso. Nico Caruso, forty-three, mid-level in the operation that's been bleeding both our families for eight months. He is not the architect — I know that, Declan knows that — but he is the closest link we've been able to put hands on and he knows things, and I need those things, and he is going to give them to me.He just

After Interrogation (Wedding Night)

Declan stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, the neon glow of the city bleeding across the hardwood like liquid gold, painting his silhouette in flickering light. His shirt hangs loose, the fabric clinging to the damp heat of his skin, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. The faintest sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbone, catching the light as his chest rises and falls with controlled restraint. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble, his shoulders taut with something raw and unspoken. I can see the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, the way his fingers flex at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for me. "You know," he murmurs, his voice rough as gravel, thick with want, "this isn’t how I imagined tonight would go." The words send a jolt through me, and I step forward, the silk of my dress whispering against my thighs, the hem riding higher with each movement. The heat radiating off him is intoxicating, wrapp

Bloodlines and Betrayls

Our lips collided in a kiss so scorching it sent a molten wildfire surging beneath my skin, each press and pull of his mouth against mine a brand that seared straight to my core. His hands, calloused and unyielding, mapped the contours of my back with possessive urgency, dragging me against the unrelenting wall of his chest as the jet’s engines roared to life beneath us, a deep, vibrating growl that hummed through the cabin like the pulse of a living beast.His mouth abandoned mine only to blaze a scorching path down the column of my neck, lips and tongue leaving behind a trail of liquid fire that had my breath hitching, my spine arching into him as if my body were a bowstring drawn taut. Every graze of his fingers beneath the edge of my tactical vest sent sparks skittering across my skin, igniting nerves I’d long thought dormant, reserved for moments far removed from the chaos of our reality.His hands ventured lower, fingertips skimming the exposed skin of my waist, tracing the dip

All Chapters of Blood and Bones: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

The Interrogation

After Interrogation (Wedding Night)

Bloodlines and Betrayls