As I lean down, my lips brush against her shoulder, trailing a path of kisses up the side of her neck. Desiree shivers beneath me, her eyes meeting mine.“What’s next?” she whispers.I pause, letting the anticipation hang in the air. “Why don’t you lie back and find out?”Desiree smiles. She slowly lies back against the pillows, her gaze never leaving mine. “Comfortable?” I ask.“Getting there,” she replies, her tone just as playful.I straddle the edge of the bed, slipping my hands under her shirt, trailing my fingers lightly along her sides. Her skin is warm and smooth, and I can feel the slight tremor in her breath as I touch her. I move slowly, letting the anticipation build, watching the way her eyes darken with every brush of my fingers.“You’re not really one for rushing things, are you?” she says, half-amused, half-impatient.“Patience, Cherry. Good things take time.” I lower my lips to her stomach, placing a soft kiss there, then another, moving up inch by inch. She shifts b
I rip off her panties and fling them aside, the fabric flying across the room. Desiree's eyes lock onto mine, her pupils dilated with desire as she quickly works the zipper of my pants. I kiss her again, this time with more urgency, our tongues tangling together as we struggle to get closer.Her hands slide into my boxers, wrapping around my throbbing dick. Fuck! She's going to end me right here and now. Her touch is like fire, burning through every nerve ending in my body, leaving me breathless and desperate for more.Desiree keeps pumping forward and backward, her grip firm and confident as she drives me closer to the edge. I can feel myself losing control, the pleasure building inside me until it's almost unbearable. She pulls back, her lips breaking away from mine just long enough to whisper, "You like that?"I can only nod, my eyes fixed on hers as she continues her relentless assault on my senses. Her touch is both rough and gentle, teasing and tantalizing every inch of me."Tak
Desiree's POVIt’s Sunday, an hour before the dinner, and I’m freaking out. I keep staring at myself in the mirror, trying to calm down, but the pressure to make a good impression as a host—and as Caspian’s wife—is really getting to me.“Do you think we should just call it off?” I ask, turning to Caspian, who’s lounging on the bed like it’s no big deal.“For the hundredth time, no,” he says. “Why would we do that?”“Because everyone’s going to be here. Our parents, our siblings, Mike and Mabel—it’s going to be a disaster.”Caspian laughs, shaking his head. “It’s just our families, Cherry. What’s got you so worried?”“The drama,” I say, pacing the room. “It could get bloody.”“Good thing I’m a vampire, right? I’ll clean up any mess.”I try to smile, but the anxiety won’t let me. How is he so calm? It took so much effort to invite everyone, and I still don’t know who’s actually coming. The thought of what could go wrong makes my stomach churn.Caspian gets up and walks over, wrapping hi
I had no idea what to expect, but it certainly isn't Uncle Bruno strutting in with a sombrero perched on his head, pointy shoes, and an obvious fake tan that makes him look like he’s spent too much time under an orange sun. To top it all off, he’s speaking in a terrible Mexican accent.“Halo, halo, my people!” he declares loudly, a bottle of champagne in hand. “I bring good tidings!”He walks towards me and is about to hand over the champagne when he suddenly spots Helena sitting elegantly on the couch. For a moment, he just stops and stares, transfixed.“My god. You’re beautiful,” he says.To my surprise, Helena blushes. I can't help but roll my eyes. “What’s with the accent?” I ask.Uncle Bruno straightens up, adjusting his sombrero with a flourish. “I spent two glorious weeks in San Miguel de Allende, and I’ve come to realize that my spirit belongs to Mexico. I now identify as a Mexican. They have such wonderful food, vibrant music, and pretty women. But none,” he drops to one kne
Veronica, my older sister, seems completely unaware of the tension. She pushes past me, barely looking my way as she mutters, “Desiree, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”“Probably me,” Luke jokes, following behind Veronica, smelling like weed.I honestly don't care what they do or say. My heart is pounding in my chest. Mike and Mabel are here, and even though I’ve rehearsed this moment a million times in my head, I’m suddenly not sure it’s going to go as planned.Jessica, sensing how tense I am, moves closer, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay, Dee?” she asks, her voice low and serious.“Turn around,” I say, barely able to get the words out.Jessica does, and the moment she catches sight of them, her entire body goes stiff. “Dee, why would you do this? Are you trying to get me convicted for murder?”“Just act natural, Jess,” I whisper urgently, trying to keep my panic at bay.“Natural?!” I give her a quick pinch on the arm, causing her to yelp. “Can you keep yo
Caspian's POVThe evening’s been going well so far. Better than I expected, at least. Desiree’s family seems to be holding it together, even if Bruno is blatantly flirting with my mother. The man’s an oddball, but he seems harmless enough, and I’m almost relieved that everyone else is acting civilized. For now.“Did you know chickens can fly?” Bruno suddenly asks Mom, his voice carrying across the room. He’s grinning like he’s about to unveil the greatest secret of all time. “I’m telling you, the chickens I met in Mexico were badasses. You need to see them in a cockfight. Fierce and bloodthirsty.”“Aren’t cockfights illegal?” asks Veronica—Desiree’s older sister—looking skeptical as she lifts an eyebrow. She’s short, with a sharpness in her eyes that suggests she’s not easily impressed.“Not in Mexico,” Bruno answers. He leans in. “Over there, it’s practically a national sport. Those chickens are like tiny gladiators.”I bite back a laugh, catching Mom’s eye from across the room. She
All eyes are on us now.Bruno, who was mid-sentence about tequila shots, goes silent. Jessica, who was laughing at Bruno’s ridiculous story, freezes. Even my mother, who had been fawning over Bruno like he was some kind of Latin heartthrob, looks over in shock.“Well,” I say, giving Desiree’s hand a gentle squeeze, “I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”Mabel’s face is red with anger. Her eyes are wide, looking between me and Desiree as though we’ve committed the ultimate betrayal. Mike’s expression is a mix of confusion and hurt, his mouth opening and closing, trying to form words.“What's going on?” Mom asks.Of course, she’s the only one who doesn’t know. Everyone else is painfully aware that Desiree once dated Mike and is now married to his father. Yeah, when I think about it like that, it does sound… twisted.Bruno clears his throat, trying to calm the tension. “I think it's best if we all sit down.”For the first time tonight, I’m glad he’s spoken.With his arm around Mom's waist,
Desiree's POV Well, I can't say I didn't expect this. In fact, I planned for it. I rehearsed the words I’d use, the calm expression I’d wear, the dignified way I’d respond when they came for me. But the thing about planning? It’s useless. No matter how much you prepare, things always spiral out of control. Right now, I just want to go home. Which is funny because this is my home. Why should I let some lying, cheating, backstabbing son of a bitch and his girlfriend raise their voices at me, in my house? The nerve of them, sitting at my table, acting like they’re the victims here. I take a deep breath, feeling my heart pound in my chest. Everyone’s staring at me—Mike, Mabel, Jessica, Caspian's mom, my family—waiting to see what I’ll do next. But I refuse to lose my cool. Not over this. Not over them. “Sit down, Mike,” I say, my voice sharp. “You’re ruining our dinner.” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, like I’m the one who’s crossed the line. His jaw clenches, his h