Erica:His hands traveled up higher and he caressed my soaked panties. His breath warmed my neck and set my skin on fire, burning with passion.“Why do you reject me yet your body accepts me? It knows my touch and reacts to it. It knows its owner."His fingers moved my panties aside and played with my engorged bud.“Ahhhnn! Ahhhh!"“Tell me if Lorenzo has ever made you feel this good. Do you moan for him the way you moan for me? I haven't even touched you and your juices are soaking my fingers.”He pushed his fingers inside my pussy and I moaned louder. My knees became weak and I gripped him for support.“Your body is so tight. Your pussy craves me. It's pulling my fingers deep inside and crushing it wonderfully. Imagine if it was my cock. Imagine the pleasure we would both feel."He pulled out of me and I gasped. I suddenly felt empty. My pussy throbbed and my legs squeezed themselves together. I felt empty, like there was a hole in me that needed the be filled desperately.“Tell me
Lorenzo:I was in my room and I was enjoying a sip of wine. I had woken up early and left Clarissa's room and by the time I got back to my hotel, I was hungover and I had a terrible headache. I slept until the late hours of the morning and the first thing that I ordered was more wine.I wasn't sure how much I was going to take that would drown out my thoughts about the night that I had spent with Clarissa. The more I drank, the more vivid they became.The answer would have been to stop drinking but when I put the glass down, all I could do was think about her.I remembered the way I stared at her sleeping face when I woke up from our sexcapade.I remember drooling over her soft feminine body and wishing that I could wake her up and fuck her again.I watched her sleeping face and noticed when a lock of her hair fell over her face and how eager I was to push it away. But I stopped myself.As I dressed to leave her room, I was reluctant to leave her all alone. I felt this need to stay by
Clarissa:I stood at a phone booth and called him. I was scared to call him with my phone because I was worried that he wouldn't pick up. That he would ignore me and cast me away like I was nothing but a toy for his pleasure.I called him the first time and the phone rang. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest. “Pick up. Please pick up."I was squeezing my eyes shut and praying for him to respond.The call ended and I felt consumed with worry.“Calm down, Rissa. He probably doesn't know that you are the one calling. Just try again."I dialed his number again and waited patiently for him to pick. My heart was thumping, threatening to explode from my chest.Doubt filled my mind. What if he was already at the pack and I couldn't see him? What if he had actually blocked my number and wanted nothing to do with me just like his text had said. What if… The call didn't connect and my heart jumped into my throat.Maybe we knew I was going to call and he just chose to ignore me.I put the
Lorenzo:I watched her fall to the bed she scrambled to her feet and glared at me angrily. Her mixture of fear and courage was an amusing cocktail. I couldn't help but chuckle at how clumsy she looked.Her cheeks went red and she finally was able to regain her composure.She set her bag down on the bed and stared at me furiously.“I want to know what the text and money were for?"I scoffed and turned away from her. I wasn't ready for this bullshit.“Lorenzo, I demand an answer…”"Wasn't it obvious or was your skull too thick to let the message sink in properly? I don't like you! Last night was just a fling. I had sex with you and that was it. Nothing more or less.”Her eyes began to tear up and she glared at me with them.“No. I refuse to believe it! I saw the way you were around me. You touched me like you owned my body. No one has ever touched me that way. You were my first, Lorenzo, and now you are just going to tell me that last night meant nothing to you! You just want to act all
Clarissa:I felt his hands stroke my wet pussy. His finger had penetrated me and I was all moans. I didn't want anything except him. I felt my body being ravaged by his touch.I didn't want to be his slut. I wanted to be his woman, his mate. It was my rightful place in his life.“Will you be my slut, Clarissa?"His finger penetrated me even harder and I gripped the sheets with passion. His name was on my lips.“Lorenzo! Ahhhhhnn!"My eyes were watery as I drowned in the immense pleasure that he made me feel. I was in another dimension of ecstasy.He grunted as he yanked my panties away and threw them across the room. I tried to squirm away from his grasp but he held me tight."You aren't going anywhere. You will get what you came here for.”He ripped my dress off my body and I was in only my bra. His eyes washed over me with lust and his tongue grazed his lips.“I miss the way you taste."He kissed my lips and trailed wet kisses down to my neck and chest.He unhooked my bra and my ere
Clarissa:I woke up exhausted. I looked out of the window and light barely came from it. It was evening. I couldn't believe how the day had gone by so fast.I turned around and rubbed the space on the bed. Lorenzo had disappeared the same way he did back in my room at Erica's house.I sighed sadly and grabbed the pillow that he lay on. It still smelled like him. I pulled it closer and relished the scent of his expensive perfume on the bed sheets.I had a wonderful afternoon with him and I was a fool to think that if I slept off, I would wake up with him by my side. He had made it very clear that he had no interest in me and that he wanted me to be his slut, his side piece. It was a fact that he would never put me above Erica. He fucked me but Erica had a place in his life and didn't even understand why.I had watched them for years and they never acted like two people there were about to get married. There was love in their life but it wasn't as expressive as I thought it would be.In
Erica:“Dante, I…”Ring! Ring! Ring!I was stopped mid-sentence by my phone ringing loudly on the bedside table. I stretched over and picked it up and saw that it was the landline number from my house.I gasped silently. My kids were calling me! I couldn't believe that I had been so engrossed with Dante that I forgot that I had left them home alone and given Clarissa an entire week off of work.I looked at Dante skeptically and my mind was kicked into motion. I couldn't let him know that my kids were calling me. I couldn't let him put two and two together and figure out that the triplets were his children. I didn't even want him to know that he had children.I grabbed my phone grabbed my shirt and held it against my chest.“I need to take this call privately. It's something important about work.”I scurried into the bathroom and closed the door but I was careful to look through the keyhole to make sure that Dante wasn't eavesdropping on my conversation.“Hello?”“Mom!”The sound of my
Erica:I glared at him and he looked at me with equal intensity. My heart was beating rapidly. I was this close to being exposed. If Lorenzo had been on that call he would have known that I was with Dante.I raised my hand to slap him across his cheek was he caught my hand in mid-air and pulled me close to him.“Erica, I do not know why you continue to resist me and frolic with him!”I tried to retaliate with my left hand but he caught that as well and all I could do was stand still, while he held me, and glared furiously at him.“That ‘him’ you are referring to is my fiance and I will marry him. Face it, Dante, you lost me and you will never get me back. I will never be your Luna; I will never be your woman. I will never belong to someone as selfish and cruel as you. You had me in your life and now you lost me. It's someone else's turn. He was there for me when you were not, for 6 years. And you can't even lie that you missed me because you never attempted to look for me all those ye
Erica's POVI stood there in the rain, staring at him. Was he out of his mind?! Did he think that he could just show up at my father's funeral unannounced and spew this bullshit? Hadn't he caused me enough pain already?I slapped him again and he let me. He didn't move an inch and moved his jaw in pain to readjust it.“You can hit me all you want, Erica. But I am not leaving here without the kids. You can't win this battle. I stated that are mentally unfit to take care of them and have a certain ‘illness’ that makes you lose control of yourself. You are a danger to them.”I was stunned."Did you just call me mentally unstable? You think I'm insane?!”I could feel my anger building. Who did he think he was?!“I didn't say that you were…”"Don't you dare think that you can play coy with me! You know what you implied!”I sunk my fist into his face and he reeled backwards. I watched as blood streamed down from his face to the puddle of water beneath our feet.He pulled his hand away and h
Laura’s POVI watched as Lisa and her father breezed through the crowd. It wasn’t difficult to tell that she was thoroughly bored. I couldn’t blame her. Her father looked like a stuffy stuck-up man.I turned my head and caught sight of Rusev watching me like a hawk. I grumbled. I hated him. Why did my mate think it a good idea to leave me stuck with him?I shadowed Mr. Hans as he dragged his daughter along, greeting dignitaries and other stuck-up people like himself.A waiter passed me and I grabbed another glass of champagne. How was I going to get Lisa away from her old man?My mind kicked into overdrive, and soon, an idea hit me. I sighed and winced in disgust as it continued to take shape in my head. It wasn’t pleasant but I had to do it. I guess that was one other purpose of the dress I wore.I took another sip of my champagne and strutted sexily towards Mr. Hans. He caught a glimpse of me through the corner of his eye and was soon fully facing my direction.A dirt smirk crept on
Erica’s POVThe guards stopped him before he could come any closer.“What are you doing here?!” My mother yelled as the guards blocked Dante’s path towards me.“I need to see Erica. This is important.”My mother’s eyes bore down on him. I turned away; I could barely look at him. Did he come here to ruin my fathers funeral as well? Wasn’t he tired of ruining my life?“Guards! Take him away!”They stormed up to him and Dante began to back away.“Erica! I need to talk to you! Tell them to stop!”His voice calling my name was driving me insane. It was because of him that my life was ruined. Couldn’t he just stop meddling in my life.“Erica!”The guards grabbed him and began to drag him away. I watched him as he struggled and yelled at me. The guests all watched in awe. I already had more than enough gossip circling around me. I didn’t want anymore.“Erica!”There was a gasp and the guards were on the floor. Dante had broken free and was dashing towards me. My knees began to shake. I wante
Laura’s POV“Room service!”I put on my bathrobe and walked to the door. I didn’t order room service. I clutched my robe tighter to my body and opened the door just a crack.A lady stood there with a box in her hands. Was that a delivery for me?“Are you Miss Laura?”“Yes.”I felt a little emboldened and opened the door a little wider. The lady was dressed in formal wear, a little too formal for her to be in the room service business.“I have a package for you.”She handed it to me, and I looked at the tag attached to it. I couldn't help but smile.“I may not be with you, but I want all eyes to be on you and for every man to drool at the sight of you and wish you were theirs. But they can’t have you. You are MINE. Mate.”I smiled and felt a warm fuzzy feeling bubble inside of me. He wasn’t here, but he knew how to make me feel like he was.“Thank you.”I hurried back into my room, trying my best not to squeal like an excited seven-year-old. I hadn’t expected a dress for the party. I
Erica’s POVMy fingers were trembling as I did Ethan's bow tie. I had tried not to cry. It had been hard to keep my emotions in check while we planned the funeral. Everyone was still scared of me but the condolences they gave brought tears to my eyes every time I heard them.Today would be the first time in weeks that I would lay eyes on my father’s body and would never see it again.“Don’t be sad, Mom.”Ethan pulled me into a hug as soon as I lifted my fingers from his bowtie. He was such a sweet boy.“I am fine, love.-”I stroked his hair and kissed it.“-Go and find your sisters while I get ready.”He hurried away and I was left alone in my room. I looked at the mirror one more time and noticed the tears in my eyes starting to fall. My mascara was slightly smudged and I hurriedly wiped my face and did a fresh application.My thoughts were weighed down by thoughts of my father. It was draining. I couldn't imagine how disappointed he was in me. Mom kept telling me that it wasn’t true
Clarissa's POV“Lorenzo, please wake up."I sat beside him as he lay on the living room couch with his head on my lap. His forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes were blank and white.My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to give him CPR, but I didn't know if what he had was infectious.I couldn't count the number of times I had placed my head on his chest to make sure that his heart was still beating. His breath was faint, and his skin was clammy and cold.I couldn't take this anymore. I should have called for help sooner and damned the fact that the entire pack probably hated us.My fingers shook as I grabbed my phone and began to dial the numbers.Suddenly, Lorenzo gasped and his eyes cleared up slowly. My fingers shook even more as I watched him silently take in the room.“Lorenzo," I whispered, terrified to the core.His eyes finally fell and focused on me. I held my breath.“Rissa?"He tried to sit up but I slowly eased his head back into my lap.“Don't try
Erica's POVThe meeting finally came to an end and I was grateful. I remained seated with my mother and we watched the counselors leave.Counselor Rufus gave me a death stare before he left the room. I turned to look at my mother and her face was impassive until we could no longer see his fake hair through the open door.“Good riddance!" she exclaimed, and her face relaxed, and she smiled at me.I returned with a nervous grin though my fingers were knotting frantically on my lap.“It's going to be alright, Erica. I will not let the counselors treat you like trash. They are just a bunch of old fools that are stuck in the past. I believe that you will make a good Luna."Her words made my nervous smile fade.“You know that I won't be a good, Luna. You saw how they looked at me. Everyone is afraid of me. I can't even get through the hallway without a maid or guard seeing me and flinching.”I lowered my head and heard my mother sigh. Her fingers intertwined with mine, stopping my frantical
Clarissa's POVMy eyes watered as I chopped up the onions. I set the knife down and paced around the counter as the broth bubbled in the pot.As I stared at the boiling pot, a flash of Erica came into my mind. Her monstrous form and the death of her father. The purple hue on his skin was exactly the same as that on Lorenzo's arm.It just didn't make sense. I asked my assassin to kill Erica. Why didn't he do it? Was he a fraud?I had tried to contact him severally, but his phone rang, and there was no answer. Had I been duped?I gritted my teeth at the thought and turned my attention to the bubbling broth. It was time to put the vegetables.The onion went in first, and then the carrots and peppers.This was my first time in Lorenzo's home back at our pack. It was beautiful. Luxurious, nothing like my home back at the pack Erica was sent to.My watery eyes scanned the room and I exhaled. There had been so much drama in just a few days.A shiver ran down my spine. I didn't expect to see
Erica's POVI walked to the meeting hall and felt my breath being hitched in my throat. The maids, as they walked past me, gave me terrified greetings and hurried off in the other direction.It did nothing for my nerves. I could only imagine what the council was going to say.I soon reached the door that led to the hall and stood outside of it for a while. My heart was racing, and I was clutching it with my left hand as if it would do something to make it calm down.“Easy, Erica. Easy. This is just a meeting. Nothing more."I pushed the glossy black wooden door open and finally walked into the room. As soon as I was guided across the carpet to My spot beside my mother, I could feel all eyes on me.It was so hard to fight the urge to look over the room. A few of the counselors were whispering as I walked in, and above three were staring at me, their faces white with fear.I sat down next to my mother and the seven counselors stood in greeting. The man who sat at my left-hand side was f