Elora bolted the second we arrived, no doubt hunting down Bruno or stirring up trouble somewhere else.
The mansion is huge, probably bigger even than Dante’s-my capo. The Espositos are an old family, and Bruno is the next in line. I guess that’s part of the reason that Elora likes him so much. She’s attracted to power, that’s for sure. I’m the guy that works for the men in power, and I like it that way. There’s too much responsibility in being a made man to be honest. Too many people trying to take what you have. I’m glad I’m under the radar and don’t have to worry about looking over my shoulder at every turn. I just want to protect what’s mine-quietly. I sigh, looking around for my little sister, but she’s nowhere to be found. I’m grateful that Marco’s out of town, because he’s a bit of a hothead. I’m probably being generous. He’s more like a loose cannon. Elora is playing with fire, and she’s bound to get burned, so I’m glad that her much more level-headed best friend is here to help me out. Just like me and Elora , Kendall and my little sister are very different, even though they’re both still young and immature. Opposites attract, I guess. As I’m scanning the room yet again looking for Elora , my eyes land on a woman coming down the stairs. Her legs are thick and tanned, leading up to a little white club dress that hugs her generous curves. Her hips are wide and I can’t help licking my lips as I look up at her. Women could be my weakness, if I allowed them to mean anything to me. I don’t. They are a liability. An anchor that forces you to stay in one place. A distraction, though that can be both a welcoming quality and a flaw, depending on the occasion. But most of all, they are a weapon that can be used against you. If you take a chance on love, you are giving someone else the power to hurt you, directly or indirectly, and I can’t afford that. Especially as Dante’s lead enforcer. I’d be putting both of us at risk. But just because I’ll never fall in love doesn’t mean that I stay away from them. I love women and they love me, so we have fun together but the stakes are always clear. I like to enjoy a nice pair of legs, ample cleavage, or a wide pair of hips for a night, but that’s as far as it goes. They know not to expect more. I’ve always been attracted to curves, and this woman has them in spades. Her cleavage spills out of the low-cut top. As I’m staring, she stumbles, her hair falling down across her face. I take the steps two at a time and steady her with a hand on one hip and she looks up at me with a smile. Shit. It's Kendall. I blink at her, shocked that I’ve just been checking out my little sister’s best friend, and I let my hand linger on her hip a little too long. “Jesus, Kendall,” I mumble. “That dress—” She blushes and looks down at herself. “I know, it’s too tight. Elora talked me into it. I should have changed.” I shake my head fiercely, taking her chin in my hand and tilting it upward. “No, you look amazing,” I tell her, and her deep brown eyes search my face as if to see if I’m lying. “You really mean that?” she asks softly. “I do,” I say in a low murmur, looking her up and down again, unable to help myself. Kendall blushes and braces herself against the wall. “I guess I should find Elora ,” she says, and I let go of her hip reluctantly, watching her walk the rest of the way down the stairs, staring at her legs and ass. When did Kendall Risi get so hot? She’s just a kid, I remind myself. Your little sister’s best friend, you dog. In my own defense, I am kind of a dog. I take advantage of my good looks whenever opportunity arises. That’s one of the reasons I can’t blame Elora for playing Marco and Bruno, I guess. Maybe Elora and I are more alike than I realize. A hand claps me on the shoulder and I turn, dragging my gaze off of Kendall’s ample ass, and see Dante standing there, with his pregnant wife, mia, smiling at me. “You picked out your newest conquest?” he teases, and I shake my head. “Nah, nothing like that. That’s Elora ’s best friend. She’ll look out for her tonight.” “Good to know. I need you to focus on work tonight,” Dante says in a low tone. I nod and he and Mia make it down the stairs to mingle and I head up the stairs, looking around for Bruno. There are people milling around upstairs and I don’t find him, but I do find Angelo Bianchi. Angelo does some muscle work for Dante here and there. We’ve been friends since high school, when we played basketball together, but I haven’t seen him a few months. “Camden,” he says warmly, pulling me into a brief hug. “It’s been a while.” “Not long enough,” I say dryly, but then I break out into a smile. Angelo laughs. “You bring a date?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Do I ever? Need to keep my options open,” I say, and Angelo shakes his head, smiling. “You never change,” he chuckles. “Never will,” I say matter-of-factly. “Have you seen Bruno anywhere?” Angelo shrugs. “He could be anywhere, you know Bruno. Probably partying somewhere in a bathroom.” Bruno isn’t a stranger to hard drugs, so it’s not uncommon to find him doing lines in a bathroom. I let out a long breath. At least he’ll be talkative. “Thanks,” I mutter, and walk toward the balcony on the second floor. I look down at the people in the yard, seeing if I can catch sight of Bruno, but no such luck. I don’t see Elora , either, so I assume they’re together. I wrinkle my nose. I don’t want to walk in on that, so maybe I should just take a break. I pull out a pack of cigarettes from my jacket. It’s a habit I’m trying to break, so I only smoke once every blue moon, now, when things are really bad. I put the cigarette in my mouth but don’t light it. I like to just feel it there. I satisfies the craving somehow. I stand there for a minute longer, breathing in the scent of the cigarette without lighting it, letting it calm me down. My heartbeat’s still pounding in my chest, like I’ve just run a mile. What is it about Kendall that’s got me all twisted up? Maybe it’s the way she looked tonight, soft and innocent but somehow tempting. That dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and I can’t shake the way her skin felt under my hand. It was like touching silk, warm and smooth, her body fitting perfectly against mine in that brief moment. I should go find Bruno, get this job done, but my mind keeps drifting back to her. To the way her eyes had lingered on mine, a hint of something there I couldn’t quite read. For a second, it felt like she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I shake my head at myself, trying to push those thoughts away. I’m their protector tonight. That’s it. Besides, Elora would kill me if she even suspected what was going through my head. I remind myself of that, again and again, hoping it’ll stick this time. But damn if it’s hard. I keep thinking about that body on Kendall. How the hell have I never noticed? She’s too young for you, I tell myself. Off-limits. So why can’t I stop? But the image of her tanned, thick thighs is seared into my mind, there every time I close my eyes. How did this happen? When did she start getting under my skin like this? I’ve got to get it together. But... can I?[Kendall] I’ve never been particularly popular, but there must be something to this dress, because men keep coming up to me, introducing themselves. Alessandro Barone, Marco’s younger brother, walks up to me, looking me up and down. “What’s your name, pretty girl?” he asks in a low tone, and I snort out a laugh. “You’ve known me since high school, Alessandro. I was the year ahead of you? We were in choir together?” He just looks at me blankly. “Kendall Risi,” I say, sighing, and his eyes widen. “No fucking way,” he says in a mumble, and for the first time I notice his eyes are a bit glassy. I don’t smell booze, though, so I suspect drugs. “You’ve been hanging out with Bruno too much,” I accuse, and Alessandro shrugs, smirking. “Maybe. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you,” he says, stepping closer. I back away, not wanting to get cornered by him. “I guess that’s a compliment?” I say dryly. “Of course it is. Look at you,” he says, licking his lips. “I never noticed you be
[Camden]I’m still outside smoking, not paying much attention to the rest of the party, when a blood-curdling scream cuts through the night. It takes me only a second to realize that it’s Elora , and my heart begins to pound as I run down the hallway. I have to push people out of my way, most of the party had started to move upstairs and everyone was in the way. Now that Elora had screamed, people were all going that way and I all but elbowed everyone out of my way as I approached Bruno’s office.Elora is standing in the doorway, shivering all over and I put my hands on her shoulders, turning her away from Bruno’s dead body.“Shit,” I curse.Elora clutches on to me, making me look at her. “It was Marco,” she whispers. “You have to get to Kendall. She saw everything.”Fuck.Apparently, there’s a witness to this murder, and it’s my little sister’s best friend. I’m going to have a long night ahead of me, clearly. I take Elora ’s shoulders in my hands and look at her fiercely.“Find Dant
[Kendall]I wake up with Camden's arms wrapped around me, and it takes me a long moment to figure out where I am and what’s going on.Then I remember last night—a flash across my memory of Bruno’s face—and I gasp.Camden murmurs something in his sleep and rocks against me, his morning erection pressing against my ass.I swallow hard.My teenage self would be over the moon right now, lying in bed with Camden, feeling his arms around me, his body pressed against mine—but I have no idea how to handle it.My mind is spinning between the confusion of this intimate closeness and the aching emptiness inside me. Part of me wants to cling to him and let myself forget, even if just for a little while.I just don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to see Bruno’s dead body, think about the fact that he’s just...gone.I don’t want to think about Marco’s heavy breaths as he chased me through the woods.Or how I was only able to get rid of him by climbing over a rose bush that cut along my legs,
[Kendall]My pulse races, anticipation thrumming through me like a live wire, and he watches me with a smirk that’s both reassuring and maddeningly confident. His eyes are dark with desire, but there’s something else beneath the surface, something I can’t quite place.“You’re so beautiful, Kendall,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. He slides a hand down my thigh, the roughness of his fingertips sending shivers along my skin, as if he’s marking me, leaving traces of his touch everywhere. My body trembles under the weight of it, a hunger igniting deep inside.His words send a strange, warm ache through my chest, and I reach up, pulling him back down to me, desperate to feel his weight, his warmth, against me. The heat of his body presses into mine, each inch of him a reminder of how badly I’ve wanted this, how long I’ve been fighting this pull between us. His breath, hot and ragged, dances across my neck as he moves, making me dizzy.He cups his hand against my pussy, and the he
[Kendall] “You said you didn’t want to think. Did it help?” His words carry a weight, a quiet sincerity that makes my heart ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for. “I’m not thinking anything,” I whisper, my voice raw, as I look away, my fingers brushing over the marks he left on my skin. Camden laughs softly, rubbing a hand over his face. “Then it did work,” he chuckles, his laughter warm and somehow comforting, like a balm on my scattered nerves. I have no idea what to do with myself now. My body feels heavy and weightless at the same time, like I’m floating in some strange, blissful limbo. I stand up on shaky legs, unsure of what happens next, and mumble, “I think I’ll take a shower.” Camden nods, throwing a forearm over his eyes as if he, too, is processing what just happened, giving me space. I leave the room, the cool air of the hallway hitting me like a shock, and head to the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror for a long time, at the marks Camden left on my throat
[Camden]I don’t tell Kendall about the noise from yesterday. She’s already anxious, and I’d rather her feel safe, even if this morning only took her mind off things for a little while. I call Dante while I’m checking the perimeter of the safe house.“Any news?” I ask as soon as he picks up, my voice low.“Not yet,” he answers, a hint of frustration sharpening his tone. “Angelo swears he spotted Marco running down the highway, but he couldn’t catch up with him after the party, so who knows.”I frown, glancing toward the dense treeline on the edge of the property, every nerve on alert. “Angelo doesn’t drink. Why wouldn’t you believe him?”Dante sighs, a faint rustling sound in the background, as though he’s pulling on his hair. “I don’t know, it was dark, so I’m taking it with a pinch of salt, I guess.”I hum, eyes narrowed as I peer toward the shadows. The moon barely cut through the trees last night. He’s probably right, Angelo could’ve seen anyone out there.“I’m going to move safe
[Camden]Kendall makes a surprised squeak, her head pressing into my thigh as I try to get a clearer look at the car on our tail.The sharp pop of gunfire rings out, followed by a shattering sound as a bullet takes out the back glass, splintering it like ice.“Fuck!” I curse, jerking the wheel hard to the left, cutting in front of an oncoming truck. If this asshole wants to play chicken, we’ll play.The truck horn blares, a deep, shuddering roar that reverberates through the car.I speed up, riding so close to the massive truck’s grille that the heat of the engine seems to pulse against my back. My heart pounds in my ears, but I hold steady, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles go white. Just before we make contact, I catch a glimpse of the trucker’s wide-eyed, horrified face, and then yank the wheel to the right, swerving back into our lane at the last possible second.The old Ford behind us tries to follow but veers off-road, bouncing wildly in the dirt as it struggles to keep up
[Kendall]Camden's still wearing a pair of sweats, and I tug them down with one hand, freeing his cock. It bobs up around my mouth, already half-hard, thick and throbbing in my grip. A groan escapes his throat as I wrap my fingers around his base, feeling his pulse beneath my touch.I’m not all that experienced with sex, but I’ve given head to my ex-boyfriend about a hundred times. He had always preferred it to sex. It occurs to me now, as Camden’s cock hardens against my palm, that my ex was a real asshole. But I didn’t realize that at the time.With Camden, I feel safe. I feel… powerful. I feel like he’s watching my every move, waiting for each touch, each lick, each slide of my lips around him. So, I wrap my lips around his cock, savoring the salty taste as I take him deeper into my mouth, sucking gently, letting my tongue drag along his length.His hips jerk up beneath me, one hand gripping the wheel, the other tangling in my hair, guiding me down. I can still feel pieces of gl
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- Everly I drop down onto him, letting every thick, throbbing inch of his cock plunge inside of me. I cry out when I feel him so deep inside, grinding into me as my legs clench around his waist. The gentle waves undulate around us, making us bob slightly with their motion. Jaxon slides me up his beautiful cock, teasing me with just the head inside, before he lets me sink right back down.His mouth drops to my neck, kissing and sucking and biting me softly as he starts to drive his big dick in and out of my quivering pussy. His mouth moves even lower, and when he uses his teeth to pull my bikini top away from one breast, exposing my pink, hardening nipple, I moan loudly.“Oh fuck, Jaxon,” I cling to him, letting the waves and his powerful arms bob me up and down every inch of him, feeling him grind deep inside. His mouth wraps around my nipple, his tongue teasing it and making me gasp as I hug him tightly and let the pleasure rolls through me.The setting sun catches sharply and glit
- EverlyWater teases over my feet, and I look up from my paperback to realize the tide has come in much more than I thought. I smile, letting the late afternoon sun warm my skin as it starts to set over the gorgeous big Pacific Ocean. My toes curl in the sand, and I breathe in the fresh air and sunshine.Suddenly, hands grab me from behind, and I shriek as my heart jumps into my throat before I hear that chuckle behind me“You dick!” I gasp, shaking my head at Jaxon — in just a perfectly fitting black bathing suit — as he plops down on the sand behind me. He grins that insanely gorgeous smile at me, sending a throb of heat into my core that takes my breath away. I try and slap at his chest for scaring me, but he just chuckles and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against him.“Someone lose track of time?”I nod. “Yeah. It’s a really good book.”“Learning anything good?”“Yeah, actually.”“Well, I hear the Kama Sutra is full of—”He laughs as I wriggle around and tackle him,
JaxonKen was still at the office, and I knew Catherine was at her usual “yoga” appointment, which just meant guzzling wine with her friends and getting trashed before two in the afternoon.Good. If either of them had been there, I’d have still gone through with the plan, but something told me it’d be easier for Everly if they weren’t. Plus, them not being here meant I could make her scream as loud as I wanted.She jumped into my arms the second we crossed the front door, and I groaned as my hands cupped her ass and lifted her into me. Her long legs wrapped tight around my waist, and our lips locked as I slammed the door shut and carried her up the stairs.We hurried into her bedroom, stumbling across the floor moaning into each other’s mouths before I tossed her on the bed. I grinned as I took a second to look around at her room — so pink and innocent, but so her. Pictures from magazines, and stupid celebrity crushes, and horoscopes tacked up everywhere. Posters from bands she loved,
He growled in frustration as I pulled away from him, but when I turned around and bent over his lap with my ass up in the air, his eyes burned fiercely. I took his hand, pulled a finger into my mouth and sucked it clean.“Fuck, Everly,” Jaxon groaned, his jaw grinding as he watched me be such a bad girl for him. I tugged his arm over, pushing his hand onto my back and pushing it further back, until he got the idea. His hand slid over my ass, grabbing it possessively as my fingers found his zipper.“You dirty fucking girl,” he groaned as I slipped my hand inside and curled it around his thickening cock. His own hand slid down over my ass, his fingers finding my pussy from behind like he had back in his office.“Says the man playing with his step-sister’s pussy,” I purred right back. Jaxon chuckled deeply, but when I pulled his cock free of his pants, he groaned.God he was so big. My jaw dropped seeing him again this close, stroking him slowly. I pumped my hand up and down his big cock
Yeah, we had to get out of there right the fuck then. I’d pushed it, fucking Everly across my desk with the damn office outside. If we stayed here, I couldn’t be sure things wouldn’t go past keeping it quiet. And besides that, when I took her again, I wanted soft sheets at her back, and pillows all around her. I’d fucked her hard and rough like she wanted me to, and how I damn well wanted to fuck her too.But the next time? The next time, I’d make her feel like the fucking princess she was.I ran my finger up over her slick, sticky pussy, making her gasp as she turned, her eyes wide as she grinned at me.“We need to go, now,” I growled.“Right now?” she whispered looking a little crestfallen. “I was hoping—”“If we do this again in here, I can’t promise the whole fucking office won’t hear you by the time I’m done with you.”She blushed bright red, but she still had that crestfallen look on her face. And slowly, I got it.“Everly,” I groaned, pulling her close and kissing her. “You thi
I growled, grabbing her hair and making her cry out as my teeth sank into her neck. My hand covered hers gripping my cock, stroking my shaft and letting the thick swollen head brush over her sticky wet lips.Everly moaned, rocking her hips toward me like she might coax me to slip inside. I mean fuck, she was so fucking wet I could have. I could have just grabbed her hips, lined up, and driven every fucking inch inside of her to the hilt. But I wasn’t going to hurt her. I wanted her, yes. And I sure as hell wanted to make her scream and fuck her exactly like she wanted me to.But I wasn’t going to hurt her.Not when I took the one thing she couldn’t give twice — the one thing that I knew made me the luckiest fucking man on earth to get to have.Instead, I eased against her lips, letting them kiss over my crown as I slipped just inside. She hissed, biting her lip, and I pushed even more inside, feeling the resistance there.“This will only hurt a second, love,” I whispered.I eased in,
JaxonMy blood ran like fire in my veins, every muscle in my body tensing as I dragged my tongue over her clit again and again. And when Everly came against my mouth, her tight, small body bucking against my lips as she squealed in pleasure, I swear I could have come right there.My cock ached for more of her, throbbing harder and thicker than it’d ever been as I felt her sweet sticky juices drip down my chin. She shuddered against me, her sweet pussy quivering against my lips.I’d just made Everly come on my tongue. My eighteen-year-old, untouched, off limits step-sister. Oh, I knew no other man had ever gotten to her. For one, because I’d been watching for it, and for two, I knew it just by the way she walked. I knew from the way her hips moved that she’d never had a man spreading these pretty thighs wide and giving her every inch of his cock.But I would.Her hands pulled me up, and when I kissed her, pressing hot against her body, she whimpered into my mouth. Her tongue teased ove
Like they had a mind of their own, my hands slid the rest of the way down my thighs. And when my fingers brushed over my slick, aching pussy, the cry tumbled from my lips. You’d have thought I’d have my eyes squeezed shut or something, but somehow, they stayed open — open and locked on Jaxon as my fingers teased over my slit.I ran two fingers through my wet, puffy lips, dragging the sticky wetness up. And when they rolled over my clit, I cried out, my body arching as the pleasure exploded through me.“Just like that, princess,” Jaxon groaned. His hand closed around the huge bulge in his pants, stroking his cock through them as he watched me. “Play with that clit, Everly. Play with that pretty pussy for me.”I whimpered, rubbing my fingers over my clit and panting as he watched me and stroked his cock through his pants. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing what I was doing, but I knew I never wanted to stop. I pushed my fingers lower, and when I slid one deep inside my slick, tight