Evelina's hands were planted firmly on the bed, her fingers digging into the sheets as I continued to pump into her. The sight of her beautiful, naked form was intoxicating, and I knew I could never tire of this view. "You're so beautiful," I murmured, my voice hoarse with desire. "I've never seen
“I would sooner claw my own heart out,” Vincent said solemnly. He shook his head with weary resignation. “Unfortunately the woman still is afraid of me. She’s…not receptive to my touch. But…I’m trying…” Vincent swallowed, looking at me hopefully. “I just have to be patient and show her I care about
**Gabe's POV**Evelina’s maternal grandfather must have been of the paranormal variety. That was the only plausible explanation for Sinclair paying a tidy bit of money to make sure everything remained hidden. Her grandmother had raised her two children, Marcos and Nikita Flores, as a single mother.
“Why do you need a laptop?” I queried, sitting down next to her to try and get a look at what she was doing. Evelina shot me a “look” but didn’t cover the screen. My eyebrows furrowed. I couldn’t understand a single symbol on the screen. “If you must know,” Evelina said with a sigh. “My leave ende
I shook my head, digging out my black credit card. “I mean your pendejo papa. You saw him financially abuse your mama, which is why you think like this.” I forced my credit card into her hand. She tore her gaze away from the screen to look at the card now resting over her palm. “Spend however muc
However, a few hours later, when I was in the middle of a meeting with my pack warriors in my pack offic, I realized why she’d spoken that way. “Mr. Rossi,” my banker said politely over the phone. “It seems…a woman who claims to be your mate…she’s at the dealership wanting to buy a car. Can we appr
**Evelina’s POV**“He’s going to shoot us both,” Papa mumbled, sinking lower in the seat as I drove my new car to the facility where I’d asked Gabe to set up Papa’s appointment.“You’re so wrong,” I tsked rolling my eyes. “He wouldn’t have approved the purchase if he hadn’t wanted me to buy it. Gabr
Watching my father stubbornly reject the offered help made me realize how important it was to let go of the facade of strength and allow others to support us. Maybe it was time for me to let go of the facade I’d put up for so long. Maybe it was time to finally stop running from what I really was, ow