KingAs soon as Alyssa retreats upstairs, I nearly lose my shit. I follow Gray outside, trailing behind him and his annoying-ass wife. I can feel the fury surging through me as he opens the back door of Alyssa's car and ushers Christine inside.Mason's got the unfortunate task of dropping them off. Poor bastard. But better him than me—I don't have the patience for that bullshit.Gray meets me back at the doorstep, still fuming from the conversation with Alyssa.When she started crying—when Gray made her fucking cry—I had to fight the urge to pull her into my lap and comfort her right in front of her brother. I've never wanted to break his jaw so badly in my life, but I guess seeing her in pain does something to me. It makes me want to go on a goddamn warpath.It's not like I'm afraid of Gray, but I know starting shit will only lead to more conflict. I don't have the time or patience for that. Otherwise, I'd gladly tell him I've fucked his sister, and I'm going to keep doing it. His ne
KingI shouldn't agree to this. Gray hurt her, and she's just using me to numb the pain. I didn't come in here to fuck her...at least, I don't think I did. But the thought of using her as a toy sends a thrill down my spine, and I can't fucking help myself."Strip. Now," I order, my voice hard. "I want to see all of my gorgeous toy before I play with her."Her breath hitches, and for a split second, I almost wonder if she's going to change her mind. But then, like the good little kitten she is, she starts to strip, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.Her jeans hit the floor, followed by her shirt and undergarments. I can see the hesitation, the uncertainty in her eyes, but she doesn't look away.I reach out, my fingers grazing her nipples, teasing them until they're hard. "Fuck," I mutter. "Your tits are fucking perfect."She blushes, but stays still as I tug lightly on each nipple, testing her. I hum in appreciation. "Such a good girl. Now, lie on the bed. Don't move a muscle. To
Nikolai"Between you and me...what is King's endgame with Alyssa?" Mason's question catches me off guard as we pull into King's driveway.I glance at him, narrowing my eyes. "Why are you asking?"He stares ahead, avoiding eye contact, his tone uncharacteristically soft. "I can't stop thinking about what she said earlier. I just want her to be...happy."Seriously, what's been going on with him? He's usually so laid back, but lately, there's almost something almost possessive about the way he talks about Alyssa. I'm starting to entertain the ridiculously insane idea that he wants her again."I don't know what his intentions are," I admit, uncertainty creeping into my voice. "But he won't hurt her."King may be emotionally fucked up, but I have faith that he'll do right by her.If not, I'll have to step in.We step into the house to find King on the couch, Zuri nestled comfortably in his massive arms, suckling on her bottle. The sight tugs at something deep in my chest—a mix of envy and
AlyssaZuri's loud cry jolts me out of my sleep, my heart racing as I groggily look around for her. I find Niko standing over me, holding my screaming baby. Her face is red, and she's reaching out desperately for me.I sit up so fast it's like I'm the Undertaker coming back to life. "Oh my god. Is she okay?" I ask, my voice thick with sleep as I pull her into my arms, trying to soothe her."Yeah, I think she just wanted her mama," Niko replies, his tone calm and reassuring.He's right. The moment she feels my warmth, her cries cease, and she settles against me. It feels so fucking good to know that she still misses me, even when she's with her new favorite person."I fed her dinner already and gave her a night bottle," Niko continues, watching me carefully. "Wiped her gums and two little teeth clean too, like I've seen you do every night. So, she should be ready to sleep soon."I blink, surprised. "Wow...thank you."Niko really is amazing with her, and he seems to pay attention to eve
KingAfter meeting Gray at the clubhouse and confirming my prey's location, I pull up in front of "The Pink Dollhouse" in one of the club's cars. It's a black sedan with fake plates, something that doesn't draw attention and is easy to dispose of if needed.I step out of the car, adjusting the cuffs of my black suit as I take in the building. The neon lights flicker, casting a lurid glow over the entrance, where a stream of men line in, their faces full of anticipation and something darker. It's that time of night when the strip club starts coming to life, deprived bastards crawling in to see pussy they'll never be able to touch.Inside, I access my surroundings, taking in everything in a split second. The exits, the dark corners, the places I can get the job done without anyone noticing. I'm not here to soak up the sleaze or get lost in the spectacle. The quicker I handle business, the sooner I can get home to my little kitten.The club is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of c
AlyssaA low moan escapes me as I stir, feeling the unmistakable pressure of his cock teasing my entrance. He's sliding up and down my slit from behind, his rough hands squeezing my ass with that possessive grip I'm beginning to love.My mind barely registers the change in position before my body relaxes instinctively. I don't need to see him to know who it is.But when did I get in his bed? And what time is it?The last thing I remember was falling asleep on Niko after he-No, I don't want to think about that right now."Are you sore, kitten?" King rasps into my ear, making me shudder."A little," I breath, recalling the wild, mind-blowing sex we had last night before he left. My body still aches in places I didn't know could hurt."I'll go as slow as I can," he murmurs, a hint of tenderness in his voice. "I just wanna feel you...sleep with my cock in your pussy."Before I can respond, he's already pushing inside me, groaning as his cock stretches me open again. His hips roll in a la
NikolaiIt's been a week since I kissed Alyssa, and every day since, I've been bracing for King's wrath. I knew he'd punish me for finding her cuddled up next to me on the couch, but not like this.Every night when King comes back from an assignment, whether she's asleep in her room or hanging out with me and Mason, he carries her into his room and fucks her like it's a goddamn ritual. And like the little addict he's turning her into, she loves it. It drives me fucking insane, knowing she's in there, getting her brains fucked out, and I'm not even allowed to watch.Tonight, as soon as I hear the shower start, I make my move. I stride into King's room to confront him, but the second I see him, I know who's really in control. He's sprawled out against the headboard, the blanket barely covering his waist, looking like a fucking Greek god about to have his portrait painted.His amber eyes lock onto mine, amusement dancing in them. "You're late," he drawls, his smirk widening. "Already mis
AlyssaWhen Zuri wakes up, I'm beyond exhausted—physically from the way King fucked me into oblivion last night, and mentally from lying awake, trying to figure out what Niko was doing in King's room while I was in the shower. His shirt was wrinkled, his lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and there was an unmistakable bulge in his sweatpants.What the hell happened in there?After feeding Zuri breakfast, I set her up in the living room with her toys, though my mind isn't fully in the present. Thoughts of King and Niko keep swirling in my head, and every time I push them away, they come back stronger.And then I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.I look up, and there's King, descending with that mix of raw masculinity and effortless confidence that turns me on so fucking much. My stomach flutters in that annoying way it does every time I see him now, a reminder of how much my vagina has betrayed me."Mornin', kitten. Zuri," he greets, his voice husky with sleep. It's unfair how sexy he