I lie in bed, unable to sleep. All I can think about is Callahan and what might be happening right this very second. I toss and turn until I finally give up and decide to go make some tea. When I open the bedroom door, I freeze when I see a figure standing in the hallway outside Riley's door.“It’s me.” Nikolai flips on the hallway light. I notice blood on the corner of his mouth and right eyebrow. But more than that, I see that he’s holding a gun.“What are you doing?”“I think the better question is, what is Riley doing?” Nikolai tries the handle on her door without knocking, but it doesn’t open.“The hell are you doing?” I rush toward him as he lifts his foot, kicking the door right in. “Stop!” I grab the back of his shirt, but it does nothing but slip right out of my grasp. I fall back on my ass into the hallway. Riley shoots up from the bed, trying to blink away the sleep.“Nikolai?” She rubs her eyes.“Where is it?” He towers over her on the bed. Riley scoots until her back hits
Years later“Daddy!” As I step off the elevator, Alessia squeals, running at me. Her red pigtails bounce the whole way. I scoop her up into my arms. Her little hands come to my cheeks as she rubs her nose against mine. She giggles when I return the gesture.“How is my bunny?”“All hopped up on sugar,” Emma calls from the kitchen.“Am not.” I’m not sure I believe her. Her face is still covered in frosting. Alessia can be a bit of a cupcake bandit. We never can bust her stealing them, but she manages to do it somehow.“You let your sister get into the cupcakes?” I ask my son Dante, who is sitting on the couch in the living room with a computer in his lap. At six, the kid can work one better than I can. What I get for letting Zero babysit once.“We have cupcakes?” He suppresses a smirk as he speaks. Alessia lets out a giggle, knowing her brother will never give her up. I’m sure he even helps her. I put Alessia down on her feet. She bounces over to her brother, plopping down next to him.
"Where are we going?""I told you that you looked hot when you were pissed. Now I gotta have you." My body heats as he enters the barn."You're going to fuck me in the barn?" I ask before I nip his bottom lip."Watch your mouth," he growls."Make me." I raise my chin in challenge and lick my lips."You asked for it, baby girl."----------Juliet Stafford has been madly in love with Graham Hunters since the first time she set her eyes on him. But Graham only has his sight set on her prettier, edgier sister, Julia. It's always been a bone of contention in their friendship, and Juliet hates that they fit each other so well. Convinced that she was standing in the way of something beautiful, she decides to give up on her crush on Graham and focus on her life.But a swift turn of events makes her realize that maybe, just maybe, Graham isn't immune to her affections, and feels the same way too.Graham Hunters has always been disarmed by Juliet's quiet, quirky charm and just when he thinks ev
“You can’t do this,” Julie mumbles as we walk into the courtroom and toward the Graham’s bench.“Looks like I just did.” She tries to jerk her arm out of my hold, but once again I don’t let her go.“You’re an ass,” she hisses while we walk through the wooden gate and up to the front.“Did anyone ever tell you how cute you are when you’re mad?” I don’t look down at her as I say it, but I can feel her hot glare on me when I raise my chin to the front of the courtroom. “Let’s get started, Earl.”The town’s notary public waddles around from behind the desk and holds out a little booklet with a piece of paper in front of him. The squatty man that reminds me of a penguin clears his throat and begins to read.“Dearly beloved—”“Nope,” I say, cutting him off. “Skip to the end.”“Uh okay.” He looks at Julie, who just curses me under her breath. “Do you, Graham Hunters, take…um…” He searches the piece of paper for her name.“Julie Strafford,” she grits out unwillingly.“Oh yes of course, it’s r
“What do you think?” Graham asks as he stares down at me.I’m sitting at the giant kitchen island after Graham showed me his beautiful new home. Everyone has been talking about it for months, but no one has seen it. I thought he was building it for my sister. How wrong I’d been, but apparently I've been wrong about a lot of things when it comes to my new husband.Water drips from my hair, and I secretly hope it makes a little puddle for him to slip on. It could make me a rich widow if he broke his neck, and I don’t recall signing a prenup. This is his second mistake. Graham isn't prone to mistakes, so I’ll be snatching up any I can get my hands on.“I think you ruined my cell phone.” I hold up the phone my sister got me. It isn't like those fancy touch screen ones everyone has, but it was mine. It was my first cell, and now it’s ruined.“I’ll get you a new one. This one is junk anyway.”I snap my head up at him. “Junk?” I whisper at first. “Junk!” I jump up from the high-top stool I’m
It’s only an hour before I walk back into the house, but it’s as long as I can give her. Being away from Julie doesn’t sit right with me, but it’s even worse because she’s my bride now.Mine.I don’t like to think about all those thoughts I had of her before yesterday—before she was legal. So instead I push them out of my mind and go in the house to search for my wife.I kept an eye on the cameras while I did some things outside. I felt like a jackass for destroying her phone and made sure another one would be here first thing in the morning. It’s not often in my life I’m put on the back foot, but Julie has me practically on my knees. That little dark-haired thing is going to wreck me, and she damn well knows it.When I get inside, I walk straight up to the bedroom and test the door. I smile to myself when I feel it’s locked, then reach above the doorframe and take out the hidden key. I use it to open the door then put the key back for what I’m sure will be the next time she tries to
I pull my knees up to my chest as I sit alone in the giant bathtub and let the water get cold. I know I can’t stay here forever, but I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. I let him touch me, and he took me to a place I’ve never been able to find on my own.How does that man always knock me off kilter? I think I’m going to do one thing and then I end up doing another. The other being what he’d thought I was going to do. You’d almost think Graham knows me better than I know myself, and I’m starting to wonder if he does.I hit the knob to drain the tub before standing and grabbing one of the big fluffy towels. When I go in search of my clothes, I do in fact find mine in the closet. Except they aren't only mine. The walls and drawers of the giant closet are also lined and filled with new pretty things all in my size with tags still on them.Seeing my old clothes there as well, I have no doubt my mom knew what was going to happen when she asked me if I wanted to go to
“Can we take her out now?” Julie asks as she nuzzles Bow.“Anything your heart desires, beautiful,” I answer, lifting her up on the saddle. I grab my readied horse from the stable and hop on. I trot out to where Julie is waiting, and the way she’s looking at me, I don’t understand. It’s as if she’s really seeing me for the first time—and maybe she is.“Where to?” She looks ahead and then back at me. “I don’t know these trails as well as you do.”“Let’s follow the creek down and to the lake.” I look up at the sky and then back at her. “We’ve only got a couple of hours of daylight left and I don’t like the idea of keeping you out after dark.”“Afraid I’ll turn into a werewolf?” She winks as she trots ahead.“Nah, if you were a wolf, I’d just mount you from behind and fuck you under the moonlight.” When she whips around to stare at me with her mouth open, my horse moves past her, and I pop her in the ass on the way. “Don’t give me ideas, wife. It’s our wedding night.”I see the blush sta
When Olivia doesn’t have her hands full with Chuck, she’s attending one of her art classes or working in her studio. The boys and I worked on the weekends to build it for her so she’d have somewhere to paint on the property. Without using any of her connections, she’s managed to get her work into many of the local galleries and amass quite the following online under a pseudonym. She was hesitant at first to pursue it.“My parents always told me it was stupid,” she said when she first brought it up to me. But I pushed her.“That’s exactly why you should do it then.”Now every time I come home and see her covered in paint, wearing her oversized pair of coveralls with her hair tied back in a ponytail, it makes my heart go absolutely wild when I think that she is mine.Lugging Chuck over my shoulder, I stride in through the front door to find her at the sink finishing up some dishes.“Shouldn’t you be relaxing?” I ask her. “Dinner was hours ago.”“Oh, I was hungry, so I made myself some s
Five years later…“On nights like this, I always think of my dad.” I look down at my son, Chuck, named after my father, sitting on a stump beside me as we watch the treetops blow above us from the back of my pickup truck parked at the ridge.“You came here with him a lot?”“He took me here,” I smile, ruffling his hair. “Now I take you here.”“Mom says you guys met here.”“That’s kind of true, yes.”“Was she watching the trees too?”“Yes, she was.” I smile as I stand. “Come on, let’s get back and see her before you have to go to bed.”“But I’m not tired!”Chuck laughs and yelps as I lift him up and toss him over my shoulder like the little sack of potatoes he is, hop down out of the back of the pickup, and toss him into the cab.“Buckle up,” I remind him, which he quickly and proudly does. As I back out, I can’t help but look at the spot where I was parked five years ago on that night—the night that changed my life. As I glance in the rearview mirror, if I look hard enough, I can almos
“Make yourself come, you little whore,” he growls as he pumps his cock, showing me no mercy. And why should he? I’ve showed him none with all my power.It doesn’t take me long. A few concentric circles and I’m there. All the tension and build up from the last week—hell, from all the days since the ridge—it all hits me at once like a thousand fireworks exploding straight in my face. Every nerve ending in my body lights up. I try to scream, but my throat is stuffed with his manly inches.Sweet relief overwhelms me. More tears spill from my eyes. I gag on his glorious manhood and feel his cock pulse hard. He quickly pulls out and makes a sound like an angry laugh as I collapse back onto the floor in a shuddering mess.“You almost made me come, you know that?”I can barely even listen to what he’s saying as I lie at his feet, shaking, quivering, my abs spasming like I’ve just done five thousand sit-ups. But I am aware of him pulling my shorts the rest of the way off and his lips kissing u
If my father could see me now…Down on my knees in front of Anatoli Sidorov with my jaw dropped and my mouth obediently open. He would have a heart attack.But me? My heart is fluttering like a hummingbird, my nerves are tingling, and every bit of energy in my body is buzzing, screaming toward the focal point between my thighs. I’m dying for his touch, as I have been this entire week, but right now the queen has a king, and it is her job to obey.“Open,” he commands.I am, I think, but when he pulls his cock out of his briefs, I understand.I’ve only ever seen penises in porn, but even I know that what I’m looking at is not normal. Not average. In fact, what he’s holding in both hands is far, far above average. “I—I can’t swallow that, Anatoli.”His cock is thick like a solid shaft of muscle, with a long vein running all the way up from the base to the broad head. It stands out straight, stiff as a warrior’s spear, and from the tip drips a long line of what must be pre-cum.“Maybe not
“Is that a question?”God, what a stupid thing to say.Thankfully, Anatoli shakes his head. “No, it’s not.”“How—how do you know?”And an even stupider follow-up.“I’m not stupid,” he replies, taking a step forward, halving the distance between us.Well, that makes one of us.My senses suddenly come alive, and I’m aware of the sweltering heat coming off of his body, his intoxicating scent and the way he towers over me with a presence that would terrify me if the same angry fire were still in his eyes.“You wouldn’t do all of this just to get laid,” he says, taking another step. He’s almost on top of me now. My body is yearning for his touch again. The heat between my legs is growing to unbearable levels. Without his finger inside me, I feel vacant, hollow. I’m dying for him to finish what he began. “So there must be more. Much more. Isn’t that right, Olivia?”“I—so what are you saying, Anatoli?” I stammer. “That you…that you love me?”There’s a flash of amusement in his eyes that catc
Anatoli’s touch is like lightning. Electric pulses course up my spine, igniting flares of passion at the base of my skull that light me up like a Christmas tree.His kiss…Oh God, his kiss.I’ve been waiting, dreaming, absolutely begging for it for the last week. And not having it has been more painful than I ever could have imagined. But now having it is almost just as painful.It’s like too much salt or too much sweet. Too much pleasure, and I can barely comprehend it all. And when he curls his fingers and applies pressure between my legs, he overwhelms me.“Anatoli,” I breathe as he breaks our embrace and drags his lips down my neck. I can feel his hunger. His anger—I can feel it in his fingers as he forces them inside me. My jaw drops, and I practically burst like a popping light bulb. “Oh my God!”“This is what you wanted?” he asks, instantly finding my spot. My back arches off the wall, but he presses me right back against it with his body. I feel his bulge, rock hard and thick
I feel like a secret agent as I slip in the back stairs of the Radcliffe estate. I’m almost certainly being caught on their security cameras. Who knows whether or not the guards are watching the monitors and will come running?I’m in peak shape, but when I reach the door to Olivia’s wing, it feels like every one of my heart valves is ready to tear itself to shreds.All this over a girl I should despise.A girl trying to ruin me.I don’t even wait. I grab the door handle and barge in. Olivia almost jumps out of her skin and leaps back like she was about to open it for me.“Anatoli!” she yelps. I quickly clasp my hand over her mouth and close the door behind me.“Quiet!” I snap with a threatening hiss. “It’s been a week, Olivia. A week and I haven’t heard one word from the sheriff or the town clerk. I told you to call off your dogs or else. Was I not clear!?”The words taste like poison on my tongue. I can see the fear in her eyes as I speak them and want nothing more than to release he
I don’t sleep at all. Every time I close my eyes, I see her.Olivia Radcliffe.“Stop,” I tell myself over and over every time the image of her invades my mind. Rich bitch.You never should have kissed her.It was meant to be a spiteful move. A final fuck you to let her know how badly she’d fucked up, but it backfired hard and left me with a stiff dick that I didn’t want to acknowledge or do anything about but finally had to.Twice.And even that wasn’t enough.As I lie in bed, staring at the flecked paint of my bedroom ceiling, I can still feel her soft, supple waist in my hands from when I held her close.Christ, what it would be like to hold her like that again and stuff my cock inside her sweet little pussy. I’d fuck that queenly attitude right out of her. Make her come on my dick over and over and over again until she couldn’t see straight, walk, or mouth off at all.What are all those billions worth when you are shuddering all over my throbbing cock, queenie?I’d give anything to
“Are you all right, Olivia?” Bennett asks.“Fine,” I reply quickly. “I just – I think I’m going to take a bath. I have a bit of a headache.”“Need someone to run the water for you?”I have my back to him, but I can practically see the smirk on his face when he says that line. I’d like to turn around and tell him off – tell him that Tinder pickup lines don’t actually work in person and that I’m not a trashy slut that’s just going to jump in bed with him.But I don’t.Instead, I turn around, put on my best princess face, and force a painful smile.“No, Bennett. Thank you. That’s quite all right. I’m just going to relax now. Please tell my mom I’m going to go to bed early on your way out.”Unlike me, Bennett doesn’t dig deep for his charms and lets his emotions play out over his face.“Uh huh.” He nods, clicking his lower lip with his tongue. “You know, Olivia, when are you going to realize that this 18-year-old-virgin act just isn’t cute anymore?”“Excuse me?”“You know how many girls I