There were few things Belinda owned, and even fewer things she wanted to take to her new residence. So, as she climbed down the stairs, she carried only a suitcase and a smaller duffel bag. She was halfway to the front door when Cecily stormed towards her, a deadly glare on her face. Belinda stopped a smile from spreading across her lips. She'd almost been worried her bratty stepsister wouldn't show up. "You bitch!" Cecily screeched so loudly, that it shook the roof. "You witch! You devil! You did this!" "What are you talking about?" Belinda decided to play dumb. Grabbing both of Belinda's shoulders, Cecily violently shook her. "It's all your fault! You did it on purpose, didn't you? You were jealous Derek loved me more than he loved you, so you embarrassed me." A vein throbbed in Belinda's temple as her eyes darkened in anger. Just as violently, she shoved Cecily's hands off her shoulders. "How is it my fault you were sleeping with my mate? Did I force you to fuck him? If
The SUV pulled up once more in the underground garage of the skyscraper, and Marcus halted it in front of the elevator doors. Belinda got down from the car and proceeded to open up the back. Once she'd gotten her luggage out, she nodded politely at Marcus. "Thank you again." The auburn-haired man playfully saluted her as he drove to pack with the other cars. Belinda could tell he had softened towards her. Perhaps it was the pathetic mother-daughter squabble he'd witnessed that had done the trick. Anyhow, Belinda had a feeling he'd be useful to her in the future. The penthouse was empty when Belinda entered. She decided that that was good. While the sex with the Lycan was amazing, having him around all the time couldn't be good for her physical and mental health. She used her alone time to unpack, getting used to her new surroundings. Only after she was done did she realize how hungry she was. As she headed to the kitchen to see what she could find, her phone dinged in her pocket
Cecily clenched her teeth as she stared at the screen of her phone, her arms vibrating from anger. The family publicist had done his job and taken down all posts relating to the engagement party, but more just kept popping up. --She's such a slut. This one can't keep her legs closed to save her life.-- --Her sister's fiancé. Seriously? And on their engagement party too.-- --This is so funny. Do I feel bad that I'm happy someone I hate is in fact not a good person? Not. One. Bit.-- The comments were endless. These people just couldn't keep her out of their mouths. Even humans were talking. Absentmindedly biting her blue acrylic nails, Cecily moved to Instagram, only to confirm she'd lost thousands of followers. Why was everyone coming after her? What had she done so wrong? With her teeth, Cecily scrapped the color off her nails. This was all Belinda's fault. None of this would have happened if not for Belinda. "I said no one should bother me!" Swerving to face her
Draven was still not in when Belinda returned from her meeting with Lexie. Rather than the house being completely empty, however, when Belinda walked into the kitchen, she met Luisa packing groceries into the fridge. The Asian woman smiled on noticing her standing at the doorway. "You're back." Luisa slammed the fridge shut and moved to wash her hands in the sink. "How's your jaw?" Absentmindedly, Belinda brought her hand to her face. "It's fine." She hadn't witnessed its healing because she'd been unconscious. The medicine she'd been given had been strong. Only now did she wonder what had been in that drink. "Excuse me, but what did you feed me last night?" "You mean what was in the cup? It was diluted wolfsbane." Luisa answered. "It may be poisonous to werewolves, but just a little can relieve your pain. It wasn't supposed to knock you out, though. I was worried for a minute but the doctor said you were alright." Belinda nodded, taking in the fact that she'd literally been
It was like any other kiss, yet totally different. Belinda tilted her head to the side, allowing her to deepen the liplock, and she was met with just as much enthusiasm. Chloe gently bit her lower lip, and Belinda matched the gesture with her tongue running over the blonde's upper lip. Reaching out, Belinda cupped one of her full perky breasts and squeezed. Chloe moaned in appreciation. Pupils dilated as the two gorgeous women made out. Draven's men had never seen a more beautiful or arousing sight. Deep down, they felt envious of their boss, who had proven time and time again that he could get any woman he wanted. The man in question just leaned back on the couch, casually watching the two women smooch, a smirk on his lips. Very aware of the eyes on her, Belinda slowly pulled away from Chloe. She then turned to her audience, seductively tilting her head and raising an eyebrow, as if asking whether they'd enjoyed the show. Ashamed of themselves, the men diverted their gazes everywher
Down on her hands and knees, Belinda stared down at the pale pink flesh of Chloe's cunt. The opening glistened with her juices, the creamy liquid slowly dripping onto the bed. Belinda was hesitating, but she couldn't back out now. She'd already come this far. Lowering her head, she flattened her tongue over the vagina, running it up till she flicked Chloe's clitoris. Chloe whimpered, her body writhing where she lay. Belinda took it as a sign the blonde was pleased with her actions. Her strokes grew more confident, and her tongue worked faster. Soon enough, Belinda felt a finger poke into her sheath, and her pupils dilated as pleasure lighted her nerves. That finger was joined by two more, and Belinda decided then that she couldn't take it anymore. She lifted her head from Chloe's vagina, a moan escaping her throat. Draven was not pleased. "Did I give you permission to stop?" He snarled. Belinda took the hint. Bending back down, she returned to her position between Chloe's legs.
Standing behind his set on a raised podium, a hand on one ear of his headset, the DJ played songs through the many speakers in the outdoor hall. One could tell he was proud of his mix, from the way he enthusiastically bopped his head to the music. The dancefloor below was scanty, but the few dancing along were having a good time, the beat guiding their twirling and twisting bodies. Those who weren't dancing loitered in groups of twos and threes, keeping busy with gossip, pictures, and the punch at the buffet table. The party was boring. Cecily bit her nails, which she had newly gotten done only a day ago, damaging the fragile acrylic. She'd rented out the most exclusive club in the city, had paid bloggers to advertise the event, and had ordered the guards to allow free entry at the gates. So why had nearly no one shown up? She was feeling restless and her feet wouldn't stop taping. Perhaps it was the nerves from the many hours of planning, or the two glasses of strong wine she'd dran
The interview drew people's attention. They turned, pausing whatever they were doing to listen in. They saw Cecily tear up, her lips quivering as she tried to hold in her sob. "It's all my fault. I'm a horrible, terrible person." Their interests were piqued by her self-castigation and her sad tone. Even the vlogger couldn't stop her eyebrows from shooting up. Cecily paused, sucking in a breath before continuing. "My family arranged my sister's marriage to her fiancé when she was young. It wasn't a love match but they were both content with the union. That is... until I and her fiancé fell in love. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't control myself. I did the unspeakable—I betrayed my sister's trust, betrayed my family. I don't blame them for their inability to forgive me, but not a single day goes by that I don't regret my actions. Once my sister confronted me, I did the right thing and broke it off with her fiancé. It doesn't matter if our love is real, it's wrong. I won't
Inserting the key into the keyhole, the police officer unlocked the heavy metal door to the cell. The door swung open with a loud creak, but he chose to stay outside to guard the entrance, while the visitor walked right in. On entering the small room, Derek looked around. The cell was said to be the best in the prison, yet it was quite the dump. Paul sat on the hard narrow bed, facing the small barred window for the bit of light it let through. He was trimming his beards with the shaving stick he apparently wasn't allowed to keep, but was given anyway because he was a favored inmate, a small mirror in hand. "Good afternoon, sir." Derek bowed at his waist. "I brought the suit you asked for." "I see you've finally come to see him." Paul didn't turn around, therefore looking ominous as he spoke. The result was Derek swallowing heavily. He'd known his boss was bitter when he'd received a call from the lawyer, Voss, delivering the errand to fetch his best suit for this day. The
Belinda gaped as several attendants rolled racks and racks of dresses into the room, each one more glamorous than the last. The manager apparently took his job seriously, for his devotion was evident as he barked orders at the much younger and jumpier employees. When Belinda had said she wanted to go shopping, she hadn't meant like this. While she enjoyed buying fashion items, she was still sane about it. These people were not. In a space of minutes, the large room exclusive to the most VIP of clients, was filled. Every form of clothes, shoes, and accessories littered every possible surface, so much that she wondered if the entire store had been emptied for her. Her mad stylist had other concerns, however. Haughtily snapping his fingers, the manager summoned two of his attendants. "Sisi! Lulu! Bring the Versace numbers 28 and 43 over here." Nearly, Belinda laughed at all the sass the man was displaying, her hand covering her smiling lips. She failed to hold in a chuckle at the emp
Belinda didn't wear back her panties. In truth, she had no idea where they were. Deciding she could search for them later, she left for her bedroom, where she removed whatever piece of clothing she still had on and entered the shower. It wasn't that she had a problem with the scent of sex on her—she liked it even—but it wasn't something she wanted people to smell just by being near her. After the quick bath, she went ahead to get decent, putting on a chic pink button gown. She decided she would forgo makeup, but she did give herself a final check-up in front of the mirror. The Lycan was waiting for her in the living room, his posture relaxed as he went through his phone. He looked up from the device as she walked in, his gaze then running down her slender form. The appreciative look he gave her proved he liked what he saw. "Are you wearing underwear?" Draven asked, his deep baritone voice husky. Belinda realized that, once again, she was not wearing panties. She'd forgotten to
Belinda sat on the Lycan's desk in his home office, her legs spread wide and her chest pushed forward. She was panting, her fingers digging into the wood of the desk, and her body quivered. Color stained the pale skin of both her cheeks, and her lower lip was an even deeper red, thanks to the teeth that were biting down hard on it. She wanted to moan out loudly, but the Lycan had ordered her not to make a sound. He was on a call, and he would absolutely not tolerate any disturbances. "Yes... Get it done immediately... That won't do." Draven expertly held a completely coherent conversation while pounding three of his large fingers in and out of Belinda. Her body writhed, and her hips grinding maniacally against the wood of the desk. She felt as though she was in another world, a paradise where desire, seduction, and wicked pleasure ruled. Just when she was certain she couldn't take anymore, her eyes flew open. Sparks torched her nerves, threatening to explode into what she suspec
Gazing at the racks in front of him, Derek buried his nose in the crook of his arm, to protect himself from the stench of silver. Just as he'd suspected, the number of boxes had reduced by approximately half, but that still left many. Being surrounded by the one element that could permanently harm him rattled his nerves, but he'd come here on important business. As the charity gala had been a dead end, he now needed to find new clues. Regrettably, that meant coming back here. With a disgruntled sigh, Derek lowered his hand from his face and reached into his pockets. He brought out a pair of leather gloves, which he wore over each hand. Protected and equipped, he began searching through the boxes. If there was one thing that was certain, it was that the weapons weren't made in the Knight family villa. That meant the Knights were only middlemen. If he could find who the producers were, then maybe he could find the final consumers. That was easier said than done, though. In the boxes w
Lila Salvador sat in her fiancé's study, her naked right foot insolently propped on his desk, and her fingers painting her pretty toenails red. Her silky black hair had been left to flow down her back, and a corner of her gown had slid down one shoulder. She was on the phone, and held the device to her ear with her shoulder. If Paul had been there, he would have killed her for getting so comfortable in his space, but that was the thing... He wasn't there. "I still can't believe it, Erika!" Lila whined into the phone. "They came to the house as late as evening. I'm sure they could have waited till morning, I mean he wasn't going anywhere. Yet, they disrupted my dinner. Couldn't find the appetite to eat again." "The arrest is trending everywhere. Making quite a buzz too." The female voice at the opposite end of the line said. "How are you faring?" "How else? Terribly." Lila was quick to reply. She slabbed a dash of red on her big toe, then leaned back to examine it. Once
The news of the arrest of Paul Knight took Chicago by storm. Apparently, their youngest, richest, and most handsome billionaire wasn't a saint. Some didn't mind his crimes. So he hid his money away from the government, who didn't? Then there were those who criticized him mercilessly for it. They were mostly those who were spiteful towards the rich, who felt it was unfair a select few lived in such luxury and extravagance, while they couldn't afford rent. He already had so much, they said, would it kill him to pay his dues to the government? It all should have ended with this simple argument, but then one random reporter from an unknown news outlet published an article reminding people of the Knight Tower scandal. The piece was derogatory, highlighting the rich's habit of trampling on the more unfortunate populace. However, the fire that had lighted the torch was the part where he'd speculated that something terrible had happened to the righteous Fleming couple, especially as they'd m
"Maddox Hawkmore. Who is he?" Georgina felt the color drain from her cheeks, her complexion dropping several shades. Every muscle in her body went taut, straining as her pupils dilated and her parted lips trembled. Belinda's eyebrows shot up at the intense response her mother had to the mention of a mere name. She looked terrified, and that brought to question why. A second later though, Georgina Knight had re-coordinated herself, but it was too late. Belinda had clearly caught her reaction. "You do know him," Belinda stated what she already knew was true. "Who is he?"Georgina had clearly heard Belinda, but she had questions of her own. Her lips thinning, she stared attentively at her daughter. "How do you know that name?" Belinda crossed her arms over her chest. "I asked first. Shouldn't you answer before interrogating me?"Leaning from her seat, Georgina clamped a fist around Belinda's wrist. "Answer me!" Her loud voice was earnest. "How do you know that name?" The tigh
Her phone rang, and Belinda dropped her fork and knife to check who was calling. She was at the restaurant at the Lycan's building, enjoying a meal alone because she needed the peace and quiet. Unfortunately, it was being disturbed. Her eyes on the screen, she lifted an eyebrow at the caller ID. "Hello, Derek." Belinda put the device to her ear. After their less-than-amicable parting at the gala, she'd half expected to not get a call from her ex-mate for a while. Turned out she'd underestimated his maturity. But then again, they had important business together, business more important than any petty quarrel they had. "Belinda." Derek's collected voice came from the other end of the line. "What are you doing right now?" He seemed to ask casually. "Nothing." She briefly glanced down at her almost empty plate. "Just having lunch." "With who?" The reason behind his query wasn't missed, and it made Belinda stiffen, her fingers clutching her phone tighter. Derek must hav