Smexy time!
Damon:She was still asleep.Sienna was curled up on my chest, the soft rise and fall of her breathing the only sound in the room besides the faint rustle of the sheets. Her fingers rested just above my heart, her legs tangled with mine beneath the blankets. She was wearing nothing but my shirt, bar
Giovanni:Lysandra’s voice echoed off the walls of my study, shrill with fury and humiliation.And though I should not have found this amusing, I had to fight back the urge to laugh sometimes. My daughter was being inconsiderate. She was being irresponsible and far too emotional for her own good. Ha
She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?”I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years.Until now.I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same rave
Lysandra:A sister.Him having a daughter.A woman before my mother, someone who was in his life before Mother ever appeared, before she chose to disappear too.The words wouldn't stop echoing in my mind.I paced my bedroom like a caged animal, arms wrapped tightly around myself as if doing so would
Giovanni:The moment the door shut behind Lysandra, I exhaled slowly, setting my glass of scotch back on the table. My hand lingered on the rim for a second, letting the weight of the silence stretch around me. She was upset, confused, and more than anything, threatened.Good.She should be.She mig
Delilah:“Just remember,” Father said as he poured himself another drink, “You can act soft, sweet, play the part of the wide-eyed girl rediscovering her family. But underneath it all, you are my daughter. Do not forget that. And be sure to play your part as to make sure that no one is to find out w
Sienna:This was one of the few days that I believed seemed calmer than usual when I came to dealing in the office when it came to working and taking care of the responsibilities that I had to take care of. I had just wrapped up reviewing some reports, and for once, the day had been calm, structured
Damon:The building had begun to settle for the evening. Most of the staff had gone home, leaving the air in the tower thick with silence, the kind that wasn’t peaceful but… heavy. Something about today felt off. And I knew exactly what, who, it was…Lysandra.The one person that I did not expect to
Damon:The walk back to the house was quiet.Sienna was beside me, her steps graceful but guarded. I didn’t have to look at her to know her thoughts were spiraling. I could feel the unease bleeding off her in waves, subtle, but constant. Her shoulders were tight, her jaw set too firmly, and she hadn
Giovanni:I could feel it… The rage swelling beneath my skin, pulsing like a steady drum in my veins.And no matter how hard I try to control it, I could not. My wolf was raging. I was raging.Delilah had been planted carefully. Trained perfectly. Molded into the image of subtle seduction and manip
My hands instinctively gripped his shirt as his kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine in a hungry, claiming kiss that stole all reason from my mind.He walked me backward until my back met the edge of the desk, his hands gripping my hips like he was anchoring himself to reality. I was melti
Sienna:He had been following me around the entire morning.Not only has he been following me, but he's been trying his best to speak to me only to be ignored. I needed to focus on work and he was not allowing me to do so.From the second we walked into the company building, Damon Lockwood had his e
Damon:Delilah’s scent was the first thing I caught the second I turned down the hallway.It was subtle, soft and floral, but it carried that underlying sharpness, the kind that crawled under the skin no matter how much you tried to ignore it. She stepped out of the guest room, still in that silky r
Sienna:I stared blankly at the floor, the tea in my hands long forgotten, growing cold in the ceramic cup. My fingers curled tighter around it, like I was holding on to something, anything, that wouldn’t slip through my grasp.But the truth was, it already had.No matter how hard I try to deny it,
Delilah:I stared at the door Damon had just slammed shut, the echo of it vibrating through the walls and my bones. My hands trembled, but not from fear. From rage.He was smarter than I gave him credit for.That made him dangerous.My father was right. I did underestimate Damon Lockwood. The man kn
Damon:I was quiet as I watched. I had my arms crossed over my chest. Something was wrong. I knew that it was.Delilah had been moved to the guest room by the time I left the infirmary. The nurses said she needed rest, that the wound wasn’t deep but she was dehydrated, disoriented. They didn’t say a
Sienna:The moment I stepped into the infirmary, I felt the shift in the air.I felt the weight that it carried, no matter how hard I wanted to deny it.It was subtle, too subtle, perhaps, but undeniable.Something was off.Damon stood near the bed, his back straight, his hands behind him in a stanc