“What happened?” I ask as his gaze skims over my breasts, and I feel very aware of how revealing my dress is. Only Sebastian can ignite this desire inside of me. The way he’s looking at me is drowning me. Please say something before I submit… He frowns, staring at my thigh, removing his hand and
SEBASTIAN.I watch her as she sits there; her plunging neckline enticing me but the concern and worry I feel for her outweigh my desires - wanting to take away all her worries.Those men were there to make an example of me, but I turned out far stronger than they anticipated. Idiots.But I also can’
“Careful I’m injured,” I complain and she looks at me, unimpressed despite the blush on her cheeks.“Don’t act too big for your boots, Mr King. I was just going to remind you that you’re still injured. You should stop flirting until you’re better!”“Yet you didn’t deny what I said,” I remark cockily
Her walls come down as she lowers her head, placing it in her hands, her elbows resting on her thighs.“What else has happened?” There’s something more to it all…“Where do I begin? Do I start when Mom told me that I have a brother that was taken and she pretended he was dead, that he too had the Bl
ZAIA. My heart skips a beat as I look down at him. His gorgeous piercing eyes are burning into mine and as much as I wanted to be near him… with him awake… I’m not so sure I can, but I know once we go there, we are going to have to pretend to be together… “Excuse me? I don’t think that would be p
The faint smell of blood hits me, and I walk towards him. Has he opened a wound? “What do you want?” he asks, making me look up at him sharply. “You refused assistance from the nurse,” I say. He looks like he might topple over at any moment. He tilts his head and cocks a brow. “And did that make
ZAIA.I’m blanketed in warmth, and I snuggle against the firm chest in front of me, biting my lip when I feel something hard poking my stomach. My core clenches and I arch my back, wanting something between my thighs…A deep husky growl rumbles in the chest before me and I let out a moan when a pair
Zion is in a white T-shirt with a wolf on it, black jeans, and black boots. I brush his black hair back and look into those eyes that are just like his dad’s.“Let’s sit down and have a little talk,” I suggest, wrapping my arms around their waists. I hoist them up, making Zion chuckle and Sia shriek