Taking me to bed. Finally. He turns when he finally gets to it, stumbling and sitting down hard on the mattress and taking me with him. I keep my eyes closed through it all, concentrating on Christian, on the softness of his lips even as they move rough against mine, at the way his arms wrap me
I gasp again, one of my hands fisting in the fabric of the duvet as Christian tugs my panties down over my thighs, and then slips them down my legs and tosses them away like they couldn’t possibly matter, like it offended him that they were there in the first place. And then I groan as he lowers h
My head falls back, my eyes fluttering shut as Christian takes control again, pressing the tip of his cock hard against the center of me, pressing in just an inch. He pauses then, shuddering, and I lose my mind a little bit, raising my hips hard, desperate to get him inside of me. It works, and Chri
Christian and I fuck…for hours. Or, well, is that even the right term? Because some of it is fucking, surely – the times when he pounds himself so hard into me that the bed shakes, that I grip the blankets and raise my hips to him, wanting to take him deeper and deeper until I can’t take anymore.
“That doesn’t have to stop me –“ “Ew!” I gasp, sitting up straight and staring at him. Christian bursts out laughing now too, putting one hand flat on either of my thighs as I straddle his stomach, frowning down at him. “You’d better not secretly be gross,” I growl, pointing a finger into his
“No, Iris,” Christian says, grabbing my arms and pulling me back, smiling and shaking his head at me. “Did you seriously not know?” “Know what?” I ask, going still. “Iris, I had it so bad for you –“ he says, laughing sheepishly, shaking his head like it’s incredible. “I had the world’s biggest c
“Oh my god,” I whisper, my mind racing. Frankie – how did they get him out of Romano’s custody? And – and didn’t Nico say that it was going to take until tonight for him to get back here untraced? Why on earth are they back so early? I stumble off of the bed, grabbing my sweatshirt off the floor
In the kitchen, I start quickly to pull out the supplies for the coffee, half of my ear over at the cluster of boys who continue to argue, their tones not so hushed now as each of them start to lose their tempers. I’m completely distracted, though, when Lucy starts to spoon coffee directly into th
A small smile creeps on Leo’s lips. “Yeah, okay,” he says, relaxing back against our chair. “Our secret.” I grin at my baby, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek, because my boy can’t resist a secret.“What’s all this?”I turn to see Christian standing at the open door, peering into the dining
The danger. It’s…it’s far too poignant.My heart breaking, I open a private browsing tab on the web browser and quickly search for Craigslist in both this city and Athens, Greece. As I do my memory goes back to a conversation I had with Frankie, when he told me that this is the best way he knows for
I stand frozen, staring down at the letter as it sits on the little hall desk, my breath coming in fluttery little gasps.The words are very simple.There are vineyards in Greece as well. I’ll take you there.I read it again and again as my heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing with a mix of h
“You don’t know anything about my life,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, turning my eyes back down to the dishes. “I had no choice.”“You think you’re the only one who suffered?” Lucy whispers. “You think I wanted to be in this position? We were friends once, Iris. We were good to each other. Bu
“Mommyyyy,” Leo says, looking anxiously towards the kitchen door, shifting from foot to floor. “Hurry up! Aunt Bianca says we have to go!”I laugh, glancing down at my little boy, who looks so adorable in the private school uniform he wears to Kindergarten – crisp white shirt, navy blazer, his dark
But…was it? Was it me, missing Chris? Wanting to have yet another piece of him, even if I long denied wanting any ties to my past life?I look down, my heart heavy, not truly understanding what I think or what I feel.“I mean it, Iris,” Chris says, his voice steady and cool. “I’ll be a father to her
My heart sinks as I look Christian in the eyes – because beyond all hope, I had been praying that he hadn’t noticed that Leo is his son. But how could I have been so naïve? Leo looks just like him - dark hair, striking grey-blue eyes. The resemblance is unmistakable. I feel a wave of guilt crashing
“Yes,” he answers, a growl in his voice. “That should suit just fine.”I laugh at the irony in this and shake my head, looking away. “So now you want me to come back, to pretend as if nothing ever happened? You expect me to just accept this, the way things are now?”Christian opens his mouth to resp
Disappointment floods my chest, a sense of disbelief washing over me. “You think I would trust you again after everything? After how you treated me? You expect me to just come back and forget?”His eyes narrow, disappointment etched into his features. “You were faithless. I thought you’d be loyal. I