AnastasiaThe next four weeks were a slew of dates, public outings, and horrendous “therapy sessions” with Knight.Caius and I still didn’t fully trust one another, but at least now we knew we were on the same team and wanted the same thing. He’d even begun to touch me more during our excursions. Fo
“Well, so are you. That means you’re perfect for one another,” she teased.“Hah! We fight almost constantly. I wouldn’t call that perfect. He’d probably have a stroke if he heard you say that. The vein on his forehead would pop out for sure.”“Who doesn’t love a little hate sex?” Her and Nyla’s sult
AnastasiaMy heartbeat did this funky little stutter as Caius began removing his suit jacket. His strong hands moved over each button, those thick fingers oddly graceful despite their size. I may or may not have licked my lips when he slipped the jacket off, revealing those broad, muscled shoulders.
The mere thought of potentially seeing Jayden there had a cold sweat licking down my spine.Over the past three years I had trained, learned to defend myself in ways I hadn’t known before. I knew I no longer had any reason to fear Jayden, but trauma was a fickle thing, branding itself into the deepe
Caius“You look awful morose for someone who’s going to be getting married in a few months.” Knight pointed out. “I, for one, am excited to play the role of best man. I already have your bachelor party planned. I’m bringing in the best strippers in the state.” He paused, “Although, you’re in this si
The shock in her eyes, followed by lust and just a glimmer of fear, wasn’t faked or forced. And fuck if it didn’t drive me mad.Each time I started to think of her I’d force myself to stop. I’d grab a drink and let the whiskey numb me from the inside out, but its effectiveness was waning.I turned m
As much as I fucking hated the roles we had to play to the public, there was no escaping them.I’d be expected to take charge, to do all the talking and mingling despite the fact that I couldn’t stand most people, while Anastasia was meant to be nothing more than a flashy side piece.It was all a he
CaiusI dare you to find out.Those words played on a loop in my thoughts as we pulled onto the winding driveway leading up to the winery.We merged with groups of other vehicles and trailed after them, each of us waiting our turn. Those further ahead stopped on the circular, cobblestone path. Drive
“Ah, we will in a minute,” Ghost replied, a smile teasing at the edges of his voice.My hand tightened around the envelope, my heart thudding in my chest. Caius stood to his full height and tipped his head to the side. I marveled at the shades of gold woven within his hair and eyes, reflected upon t
The pistachio muffin in my stomach turned to stone.I didn’t even have time to process it before a familiar, hushed voice slipped straight into my skull.“Someone has a secret. What would your husband think?”I jumped and growled under my breath. “Show yourself you shadow-dwelling freak.”Ghost popp
AnastasiaThe scent of caramel and whiskey grew, melting into a mouthwatering concoction that made my pussy ache. I forced my eyes open and frowned. “This isn’t my room.”“No,” He kicked the door shut. “It’s mine.”I made a sound of confusion, which he dutifully ignored, and instead placed me in his
Damon’s voice dropped low. “Makes sense. Anastasia’s mother raises her to conceal her ability at all costs and trains her to lie like an expert. Years later, she fakes her own death. We assumed these were for protection from Vladimir, but that’s quite a lot of hoops to jump through for one man. She
I didn’t say anything to the guys, though. There was no sense in spoiling Fallon’s fun.Ghost spoke around a mouthful of ramen. “My spies in Vladimir’s pack are reporting small uprisings among some of the townspeople. Apparently, they’ve been moved by all that you’ve done for them. Pretty unhappy Vl
AnastasiaI padded into the kitchen, my socks sliding along the floor. The scent of sesame oil and soy sauce clung to the air, a welcome distraction from the thoughts gnawing at the edges of my mind. The takeout bags sat on the counter, still warm, and I already knew which one was mine. He’d gotten
“You were made to be mine.” I tore the robe from her body and relished the sound of fabric splitting. Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them behind her back and flipped her around so that her back was flush against my chest. Sweeping an arm out, I cleared my desk of everything, earning a gasp from Anast
I kept moving, my senses stretched as far as they could go. A soft shuffle, nearly undetectable, had me turning left. I continued to follow the hall, turned again, then stopped when I saw her.At the very end of the hallway, bathed in shadows and pale slants of moonlight, was my wife. She was hardly
CaiusUpon returning home, I had one of the few remaining staff draw Anastasia a bath. The woman spent most of her time in there. Not that I paid much attention.Only I did.I told myself it didn’t matter. That I wasn’t counting the minutes she spent in there, listening for the hum of that fucking t