Alyssa After a fun day at the park and eating a delicious dinner prepared by Sebastian, I give Zuri a bath, and she passes out an hour earlier than her bedtime. Hopefully, that means she won't wake up even earlier. I can already feel a sleep regression coming on, but at least I won't have to face
"Yes, Sir," I moan, the words slipping out as my body surrenders to his control. King doesn't waste any more time. He lowers his head between my legs, and the moment his mouth touches my pussy, my world ignites. His tongue swirls over my clit, teasing, tasting, feasting on me with a ferocity that
Nikolai Alyssa is sprawled out on the bed, trembling like a fucking leaf. I want to help her, give her the relief she so desperately needs, but I already know King won't let me. He's going to drag this out for as long as he can—because she needs it. He wants her desperate, pliant, and begging.
She turns her head just to push his buttons, but he's faster. His grip tightens on her jaw, forcing her to face him. "Fucking now, Alyssa. I won't tolerate you being a brat. Not during a punishment." Reluctantly, she sticks out her tongue and licks his hand clean. The sight makes my dick throb aga
King "What the hell happened to you?" Gray asks, staring at the healing mouth-sized hickeys I left on Niko's neck the other night. Niko's face reddens, and he rubs the back of his neck. "Uh, had a wild night with some chick I met at a bar," he lies smoothly, his eyes flickering to me. My lips
"I agree," Gray responds, his tone hardening. "But I also believe that you should stay on your side, and we'll stay on ours. It'll keep the tension between our two clubs down." "Oh, so you want a treaty?" Bones asks, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Gray doesn't answer, just watches with that
TW: Child abuse, suicide, emotional distress Mason With King and Niko gone for the meeting with the Iron Serpents, and Zuri finally asleep upstairs, Alyssa and I are alone. She's watching "Enchanted" for what has to be the millionth time. I've never actually watched the damn movie. That's usu
Alyssa My chest is tight as I sit beside Mason, thinking about his story, replaying every heartbreaking detail. No wonder he's so guarded, so closed off. He's been through so much, and all I want to do is hold him longer, like somehow my touch could chase away all the pain he's been carrying for s
"After I've been inside the deepest parts of you?" His lips drag along my throat, barely there, but enough to make me tremble. "Claimed them as my own?"Heat coils low in my stomach, wrapping around my spine, twisting tight—too tight."Our souls are so fucking tangled, kitten..."He pauses, letting
AlyssaShit.I told Gray King would figure it out.It hasn't even been twenty-four hours.I don't know what my brother was thinking. He knows King tortures people for a living. He can smell a lie before it even leaves someone's mouth. More than that—he reads me like a book.And right now, that book
"And you got the clean-up crew in last night?"I tilt my head, an unfriendly smile twitching at my lips. "Did I just start my job yesterday? Of course I fucking did. Or I'd have cleaned up myself."He got an acid bath. No body. No evidence. No trace that he was ever at the clubhouse.Gray processes
KingThe second Gray drops that name—the name of Alyssa's father-in-law—the room goes dead silent. Alyssa stiffens. Her face drains of color, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her hands curl into fists in her lap. Across from me, Niko, Mason, and I exchange a look, confirming what we already sus
I have no choice but to hide it.I just hope they'll understand that in the end.But just as I part my lips to say something—still not knowing exactly what it is, a sharp knock echoes through the house.Gray.Right on time.Mason rises smoothly, his posture relaxed but alert, and heads to the door.
A slow, wicked grin tugs at his lips, completely unapologetic. "Probably. But still." His gaze rakes over me again, his tongue dragging across his bottom lip as he eyes me like he's already imagining every way he's going to make me come. "You took care of King. Mace and I call dibs next. Tonight."-
AlyssaI wake up to the warm sensation of lips trailing along my neck, alternating between sweet kisses and slow, teasing licks. A sleepy moan slips from my lips before I even register what's happening, my fingers instinctively sliding up his forearms as he braces himself above me."Wake up, sweet g
Vinny Santaro.The name slams into me like a freight train.Vince.Vince fucking Stone.The newest prospect. The one I let into my club.The realization sends a sharp wave of anger through me, burning slow and deep. Shit. I feel like a fucking idiot. I let a plant in. I put my members in danger.
Grayson"War, what the fuck did you do?" I demand. The second I step into the shipping container, the stench of weed, sweat, and blood slams into me. The walls are splattered with it—thick streaks of red staining the cold steel like a fucking horror movie. I come to an abrupt stop just inside the