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
The two women locked gazes for a long time, nothing but silence passing between them, their eyes challenging the other to give in first. Mary was deciding the best action to take. She and Belinda were nothing more than distant acquaintances, so when she'd received a text on her Facebook asking to meet up, she'd known it wasn't just to chat. But this was outrageous. Leaning back into her chair, she crossed her arms over her chest once again. "Even if you are right, and I somehow bear a grudge against Cecily for something that supposedly took place when we were children, why would I dig up something that has long been buried?" Mary asked. At that moment, Belinda softened her countenance. "People must have told you it was a long time ago, that you should give it up, but I'm assuming it still feels like yesterday to you. I might be wrong, but I believe I'm right." It was the opposite, actually. Everyone around Mary had yet to forgive the Chicago Pack fo
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
Paul was in his office when his secretary came rushing in, his eyes wide and his voice shaky. "Sir, we have a situation." Raising his head from the documents he'd been proofreading, the alpha of the Chicago Pack raised an annoyed eyebrow at the skinny young man. "I have people I pay to handle these ‘situations’." He stated the obvious. "This one is a bit out of hand, sir." The man insisted. The terror in the boy's demeanor and the way his entire body shook was what got Paul's attention. He dropped everything he was doing and exited from behind his desk. As he followed behind his secretary, he wished he hadn't hired someone so young, so inexperienced, and so easily flustered, for such a crucial office as his secretary. However, the boy was the son of an important member of his pack, and employing him had been a favor to his father. The things an alpha did for the sake of his pack. On arriving at the ground floor of the Knights & Co. company building, Paul quickly saw what
Sparks flew the instant the two lips touched. Draven devoured her hungrily, his tongue pushing her lips apart to dive into her mouth. Fire lit her nerve endings as they kissed, their mutual passion burning everything else away. Belinda straddled him on the chair, each of her legs gripping his thighs. Her arms went up his shoulders, crossing at the back of his neck as she pressed her breast to him. Instinctively, her hips rocked against his erection, creating the friction she desired. Her bare nipple grazed against his chest as she moved, drawing a strangled moan from her. Draven had never been so hard before. It was as though every blood cell in his body had pooled at his groin. His erection strained against his trousers, thick and literally painful. His mind roared with desire for his mistress, the beautiful woman who had fallen upon him by chance. Every fiber of his being wanted to be inside her, to bury himself deep within her. A strong possessiveness gripped him then. He wanted t
What had she done? Belinda's arm remained suspended in the air, as though it was too afraid to come down. The skin of her palm stung, undeniable proof that she had indeed hit the Lycan. She reeled from the thought. She, a low-ranking omega, had hit a man feared by alphas. Belinda could see that he hadn't moved since she'd slapped him, like he too couldn't believe what she'd just done. If only he knew—she was far more shocked than he was. At that moment, a part of her was screaming for her to apologize, to plead that she'd acted rashly and hadn't known what she was doing. The greater part—the part of her that was still possessed by nerve-numbing anger—refused to do that. "I really don't get you." Belinda glared up at Draven with every bit of venom she felt. "You seem to hate me. No," She corrected herself. "you definitely hate me. Yet, you keep me close. Why? You can have any woman on earth, so why choose me? Do you really feel that I deserve to be treated the way you treat me? W
Draven heard the footsteps approach long before he heard the knock. He didn't turn as the door swung open, instead focusing on unbuttoning the front of his white cotton shirt. He didn't need to, because even under the thick floral perfume, he could smell the scent of the woman at the doorway. Belinda Knight stood with her arms folded, her hips leaning on the doorpost. She looked ethereal in her seductive royal blue nightwear, her silky hair left to fall about her shoulders, its black shade gleaming in the moonlight. Draven heard her breath hitch as he turned to her, saw her pupils dilate despite the darkness. She gazed hungrily at the patch of bare chest she could see through his parted shirt, her eyes then quickly running down his muscular form. He too, looked her over. The flimsy excuse of a gown she was wearing loosely draped over her curves, leaving little to the imagination. It exposed most of her thighs and dipped at the neckline so her breasts were barely covered. As the dress
At first, Belinda was too stunned to react. Derek's lips molded against hers, the soft flesh drawing surprising sensations from her. Nerves danced all around her skin, the tingles traveling to the tips of her breasts and the forbidden place between her legs. She felt her nipples harden, poking at the thin silk of her dress, and her eyes grew wide. Damn it all! At long last, Belinda closed her eyes, threw her arms around Derek's neck, and gave herself to the kiss. Her submission pumped confidence into his actions, a hand sliding to her waist as he pressed harder into the kiss. He kissed her firmly, but unsurely, as though he was holding a piece of himself back. The nonaggressive way he handled her was so different from what she had gotten accustomed to this past few months, that it caused her to sigh. The low exhale set flames to his blood, and he pushed his tongue between her parted lips to find her own. She was so sweet, Derek reveled in the taste of her. How had he not noticed ho
Sweet Linda... Belinda's fingers flew to her face, and she confirmed the golden mask was still in place. How had he recognized her, then? She asked herself. More importantly, how did he know her name? She was certain she'd never set eyes on him before. It had to be damn near impossible to forget someone that unsettling, wasn't it? But it seemed he knew her. Her eyes narrowing, she fixed the mysterious man in the navy blue suit with an icy stare. "You know me." It was more of a statement than a question, and it made the man's smile broaden. "That flimsy disguise could never fool me. I could recognize you anywhere, dear. And anytime." His voice dropped an octave at the last word, giving it meaning, a meaning Belinda didn't understand. "I don't know you." She stated bluntly. "I suppose that was the agreement." Flattening one hand over his chest and fisting the other at his back, the man gave her a mock bow. "Let me introduce myself again. I am Maddox Hawkmore, at you