But his hold on me is tight. Bruising. Fear begins to break through my rage.“If you don’t let go, I will scream.” I try to warn. But my bravo is lost.But David does not acknowledge my threat. All thoughts of revenge are now gone. He tugs at my necklace.“Take this off. I need to see it. Take it of
Third Person POV Nan Lupa…Nan freaking Lupa…Malina could not believe that gold digger’s audacity.The party had been as expected. Fundraising for some poor peasants that nobody actually cared about. Cold cunning and ruthlessness hidden behind society polite smiles and feigned interest in each other
I only pay attention to the ones that I see have potential to be one of those select few. The conversations are less boring and allow me to get a better understanding of their potential. I like to stay informed about potential allies.Thompson bowed his head to me. “That’s not a bad idea. I’ll have
Nan’s POVI want Lionel back by my side.David stayed true to his word for once. I did not see his face again. But my ego is still a little stung.I decide to return to my place on the outskirts of the party. But David’s reaction gnawed at me. His entire attitude changed the moment he noticed my nec
And paint the situation in such a way. “I-that’s not what-” My confusion makes my tongue clumsy.Lionel is still incensed. “What made you think that doing this was okay? That this is acceptable?”His anger begins to make sense. The picture does appear incriminating. From an outside perspective, I ca
Nan’s POV…He pulls me into a fiery kiss…I am consumed by flames.Or at least it feels that way. I surge into the kiss. Reckless and wanting.My anger has not disappeared. This kiss does not magically make me forget my anger. Instead, my anger has changed.Anger becomes passion. Transformed into so
I do not know how much further this will go. I do not care. I am too lost in my pleasure.But then Lionel’s fangs scrape lightly against my throat. Not drawing blood, and gentle. Right above the spot that mates bite into to claim each other.At the same time, I feel something hard against my stomach
Nan’s POVA cold war had broken out in the house.Weeks had passed since our kiss. We could barely stand to be in the same room as each other. I tried not to speak to him unless I had no choice.If he walked into a room I was in, I would try and find an excuse to exit. I knew he must have been doing