Sariel's point of view "Let's go outside? We can't talk here in the middle of the bookstore," I respond. But before that, I saw Lexi and Kenzie peeking at us from the stationary section. I frowned in their direction. What are they doing? Maddy started walking outside, so I just followed him. "Wait, where are we going?" He didn't respond to me. I thought we would go inside the lift, but instead, he goes to the stairs and waits there. I hesitated, but I had no choice—I had to talk to him about Murphy. He motioned for me to follow. This area is for staff use only and leads to a restricted area. Why is he taking me here? I growled at him, "I told you we needed to talk." By now, I'm starting to get pissed. He answers, "Yeah, I know. So, talk," with a fierce expression in his eyes. I shot him a look like, Are you kidding me? Talk? Here? In a personnel-restricted area? There's no one passing by. Well, of course, it's a restricted area. I'm not thinking that he's going to do anything to
Sariel's point of view "Ahhh," I moan, but then I remember we're in public, and someone might hear me, so I stifle my moan. I'm really wet down there. He slowly and deeply slides his fingers as he finger-fucks me, moving them in and out. I make a sound like a sob as I clench around him. I want to scream, but I can't. Gracious, it feels like I'm being punished, but it's different—it's so good. His fingers feel amazing—they're big and fit inside of me perfectly—but this is the first time I've experienced it with someone else's fingers. I mean, I do finger myself, and it sucks, but at least I experience some pleasure. He inserted another finger, and I arched my back. With a sinister gleam in his eyes, he looks down at me. My eyes roll back in my head. I'm trembling all over. As his fingers delve into my pússy, it melts in his hand. As the orgasm lingers, he slowly circles. "You good?" I nod, as if my voice is trapped in my throat. He slowly and deeply rubs around my clitoral area, his
Sariel's point of view It's been a week since that incident on the stairs. My period has been intense. My mom told me to go for a checkup, but of course, I refused. I'll just leave it to Eva, well? I also don’t take pain relievers; I’m not into medications. Even when I get sick, I don’t take tablets or capsules. I remember how he took care of me, like I was his baby. Well, duh, I am his baby. His patience is truly impressive. Thank goodness he endured my tantrums. I also keep visiting him at his penthouse. Like, really? Shouldn't the guy be the one visiting? But he does pick me up and drop me off, usually at Meli's place. I'm currently lying down on his couch in the living room, clutching a hot compress on my belly. The hot compress is enough for me; it really helps ease the pain. "Hey, do you want some chocolate?" he asked while approaching me. My eyes brightened when I heard the word 'chocolate.' "Yes, please. Dark chocolate?" I looked up. "Yeah, sure," he answered, continuin
Third Person's Point of View “Dad, are you okay? ”She gently asked her father. They met at a small inn to ensure no one would recognize them. “Yes, I’m fine,” he hissed. He didn’t know what to do anymore because his business was really going down. What he needed most right now was his daughter, who could help with his plans. “How are things going with you and the guys? ”He asked his daughter. A look of concern crossed his daughter’s face. “It’s okay, Dad. I think they’re still busy with their own activities,” his daughter explained. He smirked at what he heard. “Then, let’s start with one of them, the lesser-known one,” he said excitedly. His daughter quickly agreed, and they burst into laughter like maniacs. “So? Where’s the location? I think we should find a place far away from civilization, where no one can find us, or perhaps a thousand-year-old abandoned place,” she suggested. Her father just nodded in agreement. He was amazed by his daughter’s intelligence; there was no d
Maddox's point of viewSariel asked me to sing. I don’t know why, but it’s been a long time since I last sang. I hesitated at first, but when I looked into her pleading almond-shaped eyes, I realized I couldn't refuse her. So, I asked her what song she wanted. She requested Too Sweet by Hozier; it’s pretty easy to sing.If I compare her to the song Too Sweet, I'm not sure if she deserves someone like me. I can't promise to protect her, but I've already told her that I own her and that my world is dangerous for her. Yet, I don't think I can let her go. I don't want another man to have her; I want her to be mine and mine alone. I may be alluring to her, but I am also merciless. I fear I might hurt her in the future and won’t be able to protect her. I hope that I do not regret claiming her as my own, because she is too good for me. However, if that is the case, I will address it at a later time. Damn, I'm thinking too far ahead again.I snapped back to reality when Sariel wrapped her arm
Sariel's point of view "What?!" I shrieked at Maddy. Oh my. Why did that have to happen? "Yes, I'm unsure about the precise events that took place. Anyway, I have to figure it out. I'll go see Kenzie first. Will you be okay here?" He asked anxiously. I jumped off his lap and settled next to him. "No, I'll go home first. Just keep me updated on the news," I said sadly. We had planned a hike, but it looks like he still wants to continue it. "Can you drop me off at Meli's? I need to pick up some things." "Sure, come on, let's go," he replied, getting up and holding my hand. I grabbed my belongings, and we left his penthouse. As we got into the elevator, I asked, "Who do you think set the fire? Of all places, why Jungle K? For goodness' sake, there’s just a lot of wood there. What do they gain from burning it? I feel like strangling w
Third person's point of view Finn Dixon was at his adoptive parents' old manor. It had been a year since he last visited. He wanted to reminisce about the past. Somehow, he missed the parents who had taken him in. In his mind, he wished he could go back to his childhood, when it was just him and his adoptive parents—just the three of them. His sister was an obstacle. Why did she have to come along? Finn would never forget the first time he set foot inside the Carters' manor. He had been a foster child and suffered abuse. Luckily, the Carters had stopped by the private foster home. They learned about the boy's story, so they temporarily took him in to care for him. Finn was overjoyed that someone had decided to take care of him; he had longed for that to happen. "Hello, your name is Finn, right?" Mrs. Carter asked the little boy, who was seven years old. "Yes," the adorable little boy muttered. He was shy and adorable, so much so that Mrs. Carter already wanted to adopt him. "We
Maddox's point of view After dropping Sariel off at Nyx's house, I immediately went to see Kenzie. He still owed me a lot of information. "Yow, the Finnshole is on the move. I have some intriguing tea, look," Kenzie said as he showed me his laptop with a picture of Finn getting out of his car. This assholé is really enjoying his life, isn't he? If I ever encounter him, I intend to shove all of the threats he sent me down his throat. "Where is that place?" As I settled into the chair beside him, I posed the question. We're at my office's rest house. "Somewhere downtown in Carter's Valley. And—after that, I can't track him because someone is blocking my system. Damn. I feel like I'm becoming an idiot," Kenzie sighed out of frustration. I simply shook my head at his overreaction. "Where's Lowe?" "He's with Sunny, probably having some