Novel & Cerita H.o.t.d

“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.

On the journey to the hotel, during the time it took Nicolas to inform his parents that they had arrived, Mia settled into the room. However, Nicolas's mood soured as a photo of Mia reached his cell phone – a photo taken on the morning of their wedding day. There she was, wearing her wedding dress, locked in an embrace and sharing a passionate kiss with a man whose face remained hidden from view. The sight of Mia, tears streaming down her face as she kissed a man who wasn't him, erased the calmness from Nicolas's voice, replacing it with a rabid ferocity.

Even with so many scumbags in it. Fin got out of the car and I followed him. We stepped into the lift together and he pressed the '16' button. "Any idea who this guy is?" Fin asked. "No," I shook my head, "It could be anyone. There are so many cops on Bobby's payroll." "Is Hilton one of them?" "Of course he is." As soon as I responded I regretted it. I wasn't supposed to be telling Fin anything. "Have you had to sleep with him?"

"I'm becoming suspicious that the reason you hate Ryan so much is because you both once liked the same woman and the winner was Ryan." Drake's eyes immediately glared at Karin. “What an inaccurate analysis! I've never liked the same woman as Ryan our tastes are different! What you are alleging is ridiculous.” “Why are you standing in my room? Are you watching me sleep?” Karin asked fiercely. Derek walked towards the sofa in the room. "Of course, to keep an eye on you in case you scream hysterically in your sleep. And need my help to make you aware of doing something stupid!"

I placed the tray down. I’ve always wanted to know what exactly is wrong with her. But everyone keeps their mouths shut. The doctor called it “confidential. With consequences for breach.” I never understood why. As her bodyguard, I should know. She was a bright child once. Then her mother died and everything dimmed. But sick? When did that start? I don’t trust anyone in this house. And I only hope she doesn’t either. But more importantly… Aria Hale was playing a game. I just didn’t know the rules yet.

Harold hissed at his friend, ripping the condom off his heavy dick. My stomach dropped. My body thrummed with panic and pure need. I pushed my hips up reflexively, my cunt clenching around nothing. “Please,” I begged, voice hoarse from the throat-fucking. “Just fuck us bare. We’re clean. I swear we’re clean.” Freda’s hand shot between her own legs, two fingers already circling her clit. “Please, sirs. We get tested regularly. We don’t have anything.” Harold stared down at my open hole, jaw tight. “You’re both whores who flash your cunts at strangers and beg for dick in a parking lot. How the fuck am I supposed to believe you’re clean?”