"Maybe you'd be a little less...stressed if you let go of this ridiculous idea that you have to be perfect to keep my brother," I continue. "I've seen the girls he dated before you, and trust me, they were far from perfect. And he wouldn't have married you if a sex tape taken without your consent, o
Alyssa Phillips' office isn't hard to find. It's tucked at the end of the hallway on the first floor, eerily neat and pristine. The air feels heavy here, like the walls are holding their breath, waiting for us to uncover their filthy secrets. And I'm sure there are more than plenty. Mason was
Christine freezes, her face draining of color. "Oh my God. We're going to get caught," she whispers, her voice rising with fear. "What the hell are we going to tell Gray?" I grab her arm and tug her under the desk with me. "Hide. Now." I remind myself to never rob a bank or anything with her. Sh
Alyssa I'm still thinking about what happened with Logan and War, even after we're home, and I'm putting a pot of water on the stove for spaghetti. War didn't exactly say what he wanted, so I went with something simple. Chelsea had done a great job watching Zuri today, and when King handed her a
Apprehension curls in my gut. Whatever it is, it sounds bad. When I return, Zuri's sitting on the floor, happily playing with her toys, while King leans over Mason's shoulder. His expression is thunderous, a storm of malice so intense it seems to suck the air out of the room. "King?" I ask cauti
Grayson "I'm only going to ask you one more fucking time...where did you go today?" I growl, pressing the large wand massager to my wife's clit. She screams, arching off the bed, but the ropes holding her wrists and ankles to the frame keep her firmly in place. "Please...Gray," she begs, her voi
I don't just hear her words—I see them, the scenes playing out in my head like a horror film I'd give anything to destroy. Her voice shakes with each word, her body quivering against mine as if she's reliving it, too. No wonder she didn't want to tell me. But none of this is her fault. She did wha
Alyssa I wake up to an empty bed, but the sheets are still warm, evidence that they haven't been gone long. "Guys?" I squeak, my voice barely breaking the silence as I slowly sit up, glancing around the dimly lit room. But there's no sign of King, Niko, or Mason. The clock reads 3 a.m. I can
I sit up, blinking the fog away as we pull into the lot. "Can I go with you? I need to stretch my legs." And fucking pee. Niko glances at King. "Fine. Five minutes," King says sternly. "Not a second more." Niko nods once. "Heard." "I'm coming with you," Mason says, already sliding the door ope
Mason soon returns to the car, a new pair of keys clutched in his hand. His face is unreadable, but tense. Something else must've happened. He opens the back door and grabs my hand to help me out. "Let's go. I'll fill you in on the bad news once we're out of here." My stomach plummets. Bad news
Alyssa We sit in the car, parked beneath the flickering lights of a gas station that looks like it's two seconds from giving out entirely. It's 2 a.m., freezing outside, and the only reason I'm not shivering is because Niko's got the heater blasting like he's trying to cook us. Mason steps out to
I brought this heat down on us.Fuck. King's gonna kill me.I drag their bodies into the bathroom, wipe down every surface I touch, and shut the door behind me. Then, I glance both ways down the hall. No doors opening. No screaming. The silencer didn't echo loud enough to stir anyone up. But my tho
WarAfter two straight hours of trying to block out the circus act happening next door—moans, groans, skin slapping, and Niko's ridiculous fucking whimpering—I'm ready to put a bullet through my own head. I guess the whole fuck-fest is them "making up" after Alyssa gave them the silent treatment al
We obey.Mason's fingers slide inside her, curling just right, while mine find her clit, circling fast and tight. She whimpers. Then moans. Then screams—loud, guttural, breaking apart in our hands.I glance at the wall, wondering if War's listening.I mean, there's no fucking way he can't hear this.
"Shit," I breathe. "If you're down, I'm down."He straddles me carefully, adjusting with slow movements like he's afraid he'll hurt me. It's kind of nice. But ridiculous, considering how badly I want him to ruin me.His balls drag across my face and fuck, I can't stop myself—my tongue flicks out.
NikolaiMy jaw's clenched so tight I swear I might actually crack a molar.Alyssa's riding Mason like she's got something to prove—like every bounce is laced in vengeance. Her eyes burn with a cold fire, the kind of ruthless command she only pulls out when she's been pushed too far.And God, it's be
He's not off the fucking hook either. I glance back at Niko. He's panting, eyes glassy with lust, still kneeling on the bed like a good little sinner waiting to be pardoned. "Niko," I say, my voice sharper now. Commanding. "Bend over."His brows lift in a flash of surprise. And then... he obeys.