JUNIPER:
“You’ve got some nerve, baby girl,” he states in a gruff tone as his eyes rake over me.
He takes a slow sip from his glass, his gaze never leaving mine.
“No human female has been this bold.” He places the glass down while I stand there with my heart pounding, but I don’t care what he is blabbering about; I want to get over this.
Leaning forward slightly, I let the neckline of my dress dip further, revealing more of the smooth skin between my breasts. His eyes flicker down for just a second, darkening with hunger before they meet mine again.
“Your place or mine?” I ask, trying to uphold the false confidence in my voice.
A slow and dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, which makes my skin tingle.
“Don’t play with me, baby girl,” he warns as he leans back in his seat. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
I roll my eyes and make to stand, but before I can fully rise, his hand shoots out, wrapping around my wrist.
“My place,” he says, and a small smile spreads across my lips.
I grab the drink on the table, downing it in one go because I need the fire of alcohol to drown out the fear rising in my chest.
We move quickly outside, slipping into the back of his car.
“What’s the name?” he asks calmly, and I rack my head for a fake name, but none is coming.
“Gloria,” my middle name pops out of my mouth.
“Call me, Mr. H.” He kisses the back of my palm. “More wine?” he asks, and I nod.
He pours another glass, but instead of handing it to me, he tips it, slowly pouring the red liquid down my chest. I gasp as the wine soaks into the fabric of my dress with my mouth parting in surprise as the cool liquid runs down between my breasts, and his eyes follow the path hungrily.
“Guess I’ll have to clean that up.”
Without hesitation, his lips press softly against the curve of my neck, trailing lower, following the line of wine as he kisses along my skin. His mouth hovers over the hollow of my throat for a moment, and he tastes the wine off my skin.
I can hardly breathe as his kisses turn into nips, each one sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. With one swift motion, he rips the sleeve of my dress, exposing my shoulder.
Hungrily, he devours it as one hand moves between my thighs, and the heat of his palm radiates through the thin fabric of my panties. My body responds instinctively, a soft gasp escaping my lips as I arch into his touch.
I bite my lip as his fingers slide beneath the fabric, gathering the wet mess he has made.
“Don’t punish yourself, love,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “I want to hear that sexy voice of yours.”
I shudder, my breath coming in short gasps as his fingers trail around my core. Suddenly, a sharp pain courses through me, causing my body to jerk. I grip his arm, gasping as the pain radiates from deep inside.
“That’s just two fingers, love,” he whispers as his voice burns raw with desire. “How will you handle my entire length?”
I swallow hard.
“You can back away now.” He drags his fingers out, and I watch as he brings them to his lips, sliding it into his mouth, tasting me with his eyes boring in mine. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
His voice sends a thrill of excitement through my body as he slowly pulls away from me. At that moment, the car comes to a halt, and the driver lets him know we have arrived.
“So, what’s it…” Before he can finish, I grab him by his tie, pulling him toward me, muttering the words, “I want you to fuck me!”
**
I stir from my slumber, waking up to a sore neck and a loud headache which has pain radiating through my body. As I try to remember what happened the previous night, all I can remember is the bar and—
“I lost my virginity to a stranger!” I scream, looking down to see I am in a tee.
I push my body up from the bed, sliding my hand underneath to find my panties missing.
I try to shove two fingers into it, but it is tighter than ever, and it hurts badly.
“Ouch!” I scream, and the door in front of me flies open, allowing me to take in the view of the hottest man I have seen in my entire life in nothing but a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist.
My eyes can’t tear away from him. Water droplets still glisten on his tanned, muscular chest, sliding down the ridges of his tatted abs. His dark hair is damp, messily framing that rugged face, and those eyes—God, those eyes.
“Why the hell are you yelling?” his angered tone draws my attention to reality, and I see that his beautiful face becomes disrupted with a frown.
My mouth opens to form a sentence.
“And aren’t you supposed to be gone by now? Do you not understand what a one-night stand is? Or do you whores not know when to leave?” he grits his teeth, moving toward me.
‘Whore’—that word slams right into my chest, but before I can process it, he grabs my hands and pulls me off the bed, then he lets go of me as I fight so hard to regain my balance on the floor.
“I want you to be gone by the time I am done dressing, or I will get security to throw you the fuck out!”
That tone! It is just like Cillian’s the previous night. The memories flood in, and I try to hold back my tears because I do not want to cry in front of this man, but my tears fall.
“Why are you crying now?” he asks as I throw on the bottom of my gown, which is nothing more than a skirt now. “Is it money you want? Here, here, take it!” He grabs a wad of cash, throwing it in my face, then I stand still by the door, and he grabs my hand, pushing me out and slamming it right in my face.
His words hurt me, and by now, I have a buildup of tears in my eyes, which makes my vision blurry. His words seem heavier than Cillian’s, and I want to stop and cry, but my phone beeps at once, showing an email from my new professor.
“Get me the list of students attending this class, and I hope to see you all in an hour.”
This reminds me that there is no time for a twenty-year-old unfuckable nerd like me to cry. I pause for a while in the hallway of the hotel to send a reply, but as soon as my eyes catch his display profile, I feel the floor beneath me being snatched from my legs.
“It can’t be,” I murmur…
HIRAM:It’s bad enough that I have to wait twenty-nine years for a mate, but to have a human as my mate? That’s the cruelest curse the Moon Goddess could have cast on me. I would question her decision, but it’s not like I’ve ever been one of her favorites.Rejecting her isn’t even a question. I want to. But I’m not ready to face the pain involved with it. Mainly because I have a class in an hour, and rejection would tear through me like wildfire.My phone buzzes, dragging me out of my thoughts. It’s the third-year class rep from my class, Juniper Miles.“I’ve informed them, sir.”I toss the phone aside, then I throw on my suit and grab my briefcase. Just as I reach for the door of the hotel room, I freeze, reaching for my pocket to see my wallet isn’t with me.I check the table, but there’s nothing. With a sigh, I yank the half-laid duvet off the bed, and there it is. My wallet tumbles to the floor, but something else falls with it. Something that sends a jolt through me, unlocking th
Juniper:My breath hitches with my heart pounding in my chest as my fingers graze over the ugly marks on my neck. Where did they come from? And that pain.“June!” The voice I dread echoes through the hallway.I slap a hand over my mouth, pressing my back to the bathroom door.“I know you’re in there, June, so come out or let me in.” Cillian’s voice echoes in the hall, followed by the door handle rattling.I force myself to breathe, trying to steel my expression as I yank the door open. But he knows me too well, and my expression isn’t enough to hide the lie in my eyes.“What happened? I heard you scream.” His eyes narrow as he tries to grab me, but I slap his hands away.“It’s none of your business, Cillian!” My voice is harsh as I grit my teeth. “You lost that right!”I try to walk past him, but his hand grabs mine, pulling me back.“June, please,” he whispers, pulling me into his chest.When I look into his eyes, my heart sinks as emotions I thought had died flare back to life.He c
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HIRAM’S POV:“Let me help you,” I say, closing the space between us without a second thought.As my chest presses against her back, an instant pull grips me, one I try to shake off. Reaching for the book above her, our hands touch briefly, and I feel her breath hitch beneath me, fighting against the same pull that’s threatening to drown us both.She spins around just as I grasp the book. Our eyes lock, lingering longer than they should.My heart pounds as every nerve electrifies by her nearness. I want her—God, how I want her—but it’s too soon.What is this curse?“Thank you,” she murmurs, snapping me out of her spell.But then she leans in, her breasts brushing my chest as she reaches for the book, sending my body into overdrive. My hand catches her wrist the moment the book leaves my grip.In one swift motion, I pin her hands against the shelf. My gaze roams over her body like a predator stalking its prey. Her breathing quickens, and I watch the rise and fall of her chest, the V-cut
Being the second-born son in a family of seven is like being the useless older brother. The irresponsible one who needs to be put on a leash, and maybe they’re right. But in a world of rules, I thrive on the darkness of my choices, believing in only three things: money, women, and more women.My life is perfectly chaotic until she comes around.A man with a gun, they say, is dangerous, sure. But have they ever met an obsessed man who wants to be put on a fucking leash for one woman? There’s no safety in this kind of madness. I thought I knew what I wanted, but now… now I’d burn everything just to have her. Just to have one woman.Maybe I’m not the one in control anymore.************JUNIPER:Today is a special day in my life.One, it is my last day being nineteen, and the day I finally get to ‘do it’ with my boyfriend, Cillian.Cillian says he will be busy tomorrow, and we are celebrating my birthday today so we can ‘do it’ by twelve midnight the moment I turn twenty.“Juniper, we ne