Throttled Lauren Asher Series Novels & Stories

she asked sweetly. Ethan nodded, dazed. “Same time. Lauren’s got book club.” Chloe smiled, satisfied. “Good. I’ll bring the toy you like.” Lauren slipped back down the hallway before they noticed her. She made it to the guest bathroom, locked the door, and sank to the floor—back against the tub, knees drawn up. Her heart pounded. Rage. Hurt. And beneath it all—burning, shameful arousal. She should confront him. Divorce him. Fire the babysitter.

Loren’s POV The sound of shattering filled the estate and Asher’s voice followed. “Loren!” he boomed. “Come out right now!” I stepped back instinctively. Asher was always violent when he got drunk. And right now, he sounded drunk. Killian’s eyes darkened and he moved but I caught his wrist, shaking my head. “You’ve gotten hurt enough because of me,” He shook his hand but I placed a finger on his lip, stopping him. “Asher’s ego is wounded, and if I don’t personally shatter it today, he’ll never stop.”

she snapped suddenly, her composure cracking as her teeth clenched hard. Her eyes flashed with anger as she turned sharply to Ashley. “What are you doing?! Quick! Think of something!” Ashley nodded quickly, startled by the sudden outburst. “Got it!” she said, already turning on her heels and hurrying away, almost running back toward her desk. Lauren remained where she stood. Her breathing had become uneven now, her chest rising and falling faster than before. Everything felt like it was slipping, and she hated that feeling more than anything. “When your schemes backfire on you, does it hurt?”

It was a choice that weighed heavily on his heart, but he knew that he couldn't just walk away. Ashley stirred in her bed, the heavy curtains blocking the light from her eyes. Her head throbbed as if a drummer had decided to use it as a makeshift snare. She reached for her phone, squinting at the unreadable screen. The room spun, and she let out a groan. She threw the covers off, her legs hitting the cold floor. The chill sobered her up, but not by much.

“Well. I’m sure Lila’s very… thorough.” Another ripple of laughter, darker this time. Zane set his glass down with deliberate care. “She is.” The double meaning landed like a slap. I felt it between my legs, the ghost of his fingers, the sting of the cane, the way he’d made me say please before he let me cum. Ethan’s thumb stroked higher, brushing the lace edge of my panties. “Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured against my ear, breath sour with red wine. “You’re shaking.”

“We’ll wait out here. But hurry up. The festival planner is downstairs, and Mother wants you to help choose the venue decorations.” “I’ll be down in five minutes!” “Make it ten,” Liam added. “You sound like you just woke up.” Their footsteps retreated down the hallway, and I sagged against the door, my heart still racing. That was fucking close. I really need to start locking my door more. The closet door opened and Thorne stepped out, fully dressed now, his expression thunderous. “This is insane,” he whispered. “This is exactly why we can’t do this. Do you understand how close that was? If they’d walked in, if they’d found me here…”

Ryker said. “It’s the new girl. We don’t know what she is yet as her identity has not been confirmed,” Remus said. New girl? Ryker thought. The only new girl they’ve had is the one in his class. Julianne Ashwynd. What has she got to do with this? “Julianne Ashwynd?” Remus suddenly asked and Ryker turned to him. “That is her name?” Ryker forgot he was in the midst of vampires who can read minds. He clenched his jaw and said, “It’s nothing.”

A quiet one, but meaningful. I leaned back into the chair, pulling the silk robe tighter around me. I was just about to call it a night when my phone buzzed on the side table. I reached for it lazily, expecting a calendar reminder or maybe a newsletter. But it was a message from my private investigator, Celeste. Celeste: “You’re going to want to see this. I dug into Jackson’s assistant like you asked. Her name is Rosaline Greene… she’s Delilah’s younger sister.”

*** Lauren's phone rang while she was sleeping in the room. A restricted number. She connected it. "Hello?". It was Madeline Carter. "Hi Lauren, you haven't opened I*******m since seven hours now. I sent something interesting". She disconnected the line. Lauren immediately opened her I*******m chats with Madeline Carter. It was Caleb Monroe in bed with a strange woman. Lauren trembled in shock. The restricted number came in again. Lauren reluctantly connected it. "I have another news for you Lauren Lancaster. Are you aware that your best friend Amy whom you thought had been practicing law in Los Angeles have been in Beverly Hills for three years, secretly meeting Ethan Whitmore?".

"Mr. Ash Thunder, I'm mighty pleased to see you here, why, I was just talking about you with my friends." Her Texas accent grates on my nerves as she jabbers on and points to some other equally excited female fans who wave at Ash. She even dares to wave them over. Ten, or maybe twenty of them race over as well and they surround Ash. He tries, he really does try to hold on to my fingers, but that doesn't happen as they slip out of his and I'm effectively cut off from him.