Sylvia Day Collection Novels & Stories

I asked, and I could see how her lips parted in shock. “I..“ She swallowed. “Hold the vanity with your leg up. Time is not on our side.” I ordered, cutting to the chase. “Please..“ She breathed, her teeth biting hard on her lower lips. I released her neck. My hand slowly descended to her twin peaks. “Please what, Sarah?” I said quietly. “You do not want me fucking you or is it that you prefer my brother's cock?” I asked, staring deep into her eyes. She gulped.

both parents and was bedridden from illness, I was not even as significant as one of her dreams. That afternoon, I pulled out the IV needle, changed my clothes, and prepared to go to my small art restoration studio. Some old paintings were waiting for me there. They were the only things that could help me forget the pain, even for a little while. Yet just as I walked downstairs, I saw a pink sports car parked outside. Isabelle stepped out, followed by several wealthy young women from her circle. When she saw me, her face filled with surprise and concern. "Aimee," she called gently, "why do you look so pale?"

There, I found the four small figurines that Mario, Bruno, Giuliano, and I had sculpted together on my birthday. I threw them into the trash. They shattered into fragments, just like what remained of our relationship now. … After resting for a while and regaining some strength, I went to the storage room to pack my belongings. My bookshelf had been filled with poetry collections Mario had bought for me. He used to say that he would invite poets to write exclusively for me if that was what I wanted. Giuliano had given me countless bottles of perfume, saying he wanted me to experience the most beautiful scents in the world. As for Bruno, he had brought back limited-edition jewelry from all ove