Semua Bab Monsters on Ice: Bab 41 - Bab 50

CHAPTER ELEVEN: Fucking PatheticEric “I’m sorry, love. I forgot to take it off Focus mode. I needed to get some work done.” I almost impress myself with how smoothly the lie comes out. “Ugh, I’m so tired. We had such a long session today. And the director…” I step out from behind Leo and walk onto the small balcony, phone still to my ear, listening to her complain about her day for a solid five minutes. A soft smile stays on my face the whole time. “Sorry, baby. I’ll book you a full spa day when you get back.” *When you get back and Leo has to leave.* I push the thought away. “What time’s the flight again?” “Supposed to be 2:15, but it’s one of those budget airlines. You know they have a blood pact with delays.” I laugh. “Yeah, those bastards are the worst. But just—what the—oh *fuuuck*—” “Babe? What? What’s wrong?” Lillian’s voice sharpens. “Ah—nothing, nothing. Just… hit my toe on the table leg.” The hands that suddenly yanked my shorts down in the middle of the sentence

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: One Last Time Eric We fuck two more times before it’s time to leave. The first is in the kitchen. Leo stands at the counter in that loose black robe he likes, dishing scrambled eggs onto two plates. The morning light cuts across his bare legs and the open V of his chest. He looks unfairly good — soft, domestic, completely unaware of how dangerous that combination is to me right now. I walk up behind him while he’s still focused on the food. One arm slides around his waist. The other lifts his right leg until his knee rests on the countertop, opening him. I shove the robe aside, spit on my fingers just enough, and push back inside him in one slow, deep slide. He gasps, hands flying to the edge of the counter. I don’t give him time to adjust. I fuck him hard and fast, one hand locked around his throat, the other gripping his hip hard enough to bruise. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the small kitchen. His cock bounces untouched against the cupboard door

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Who the Fuck Is Mike? Eric The key turns in the lock with a soft metallic click. I hear the familiar drag of suitcase wheels over the threshold, the soft thud of bags hitting the floor, and then Lillian’s voice cuts through the quiet flat like a blade. “Leo?!” She drops everything where she stands. I move automatically, lifting the heavy bags and setting them on the dining table while she launches herself at her brother. The sound of her trainers squeaking on the polished wood is sharp in the sudden silence. “Oh my God!” She collides with him hard enough that he has to take a step back to keep his balance. Her arms lock around his neck. “When the fuck did you get in, and why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Leo’s smile is easy, almost boyish, as he hugs her back. I can see the way his hands settle carefully on her shoulders, the slight stiffness in his posture that only someone who has spent the last seventy-two hours inside him would notice. “Got in on Fr

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Last DayEric The guest room is dark except for the thin strip of light leaking under the door from the hallway. The air is cool and carries the faint clean scent of the sheets Leo has been sleeping in. I find him already under the covers, completely naked, and the soft curve of his bare back turned toward me. I climb in behind him. The mattress dips. My chest presses against the warm plane of his back, skin on skin. He doesn’t startle. He only shifts slightly, pressing closer, and reaches behind to tug my sleep shorts down over my hips. The fabric scrapes slowly down my thighs. My cock, already half-hard from the simple fact of being near him, springs free and settles against the cleft of his ass. “You’re making this so hard for me,” I murmur against the back of his neck, voice rough. He gives a quiet, breathless laugh. “Yeah. I can see that.” My hand slides over the smooth swell of his ass. One finger finds his hole. It’s slick and open. “You prepped.” “I

The Devil i Keep Chapter 2: The DecisionPOV: Devlin KaneThe dock floor came up to meet me cold and slick, diesel and rain soaking through my shirt before I'd even finished falling. I pushed my chest up off the concrete, tasted copper and oil in the same breath, and made myself look up instead of staying down. Cian's boots were the first thing I saw. Then the gun. Then his face, which hadn't changed at all since the moment I'd first seen it tonight — no satisfaction, no anger, nothing. Like putting a man on the ground was a task he'd already forgotten the moment it was done.I wasn't giving him the rest of it. Whatever came next, he wasn't getting to watch me stay down.Marek's boots hit the grating beside him, fast, and his voice came sharp over the rain. "He put four of our men in the ground tonight, Cian. Put a bullet in his head and let's go.""Step back, Marek.""It's a mistake keeping a Kane alive—""Say another word," Cian said, still not looking at him, still looking at me,