"Oh, honey, I'm still not sure what's gotten into you." "What?" I looked at my mom in confusion, not understanding what she meant. I had noticed her looking at me since I walked into the kitchen that morning. She hadn't even touched her breakfast. "What do you mean?" "You seem a lot happier than I
Approaching footsteps broke the silence. I looked up to see Silas entering the kitchen. He was already dressed and had his keys. "Good morning, Dad, and Kerry, wow, you look gorgeous today," Silas said with a grin as he walked toward me. I opened my mouth to give a snarky response, maybe say something like, "Don’t I always?" But my words froze in my throat as Silas loomed over me and then kissed me passionately without a second thought. My entire body froze in shock as I felt his lips moving against mine. When he pulled away minutes later, there was a satisfied smirk on his lips. He didn’t look at all like a brother who had kissed his sister in front of their parent! What the hell was this guy thinking?! I looked over at Bill in horror, expecting to see shock and disgust on his face. But I was surprised to see that he wasn’t even looking at us; he was scrolling through something on his phone. I was stupid enough to think he hadn’t seen us. He wasn’t blind, and I was sure even blind v
"Alright, baby, I'll come pick you up after school," Silas said as he leaned in for a kiss. I shuffled away and glared at him with wide, angry eyes. He laughed at my reaction. We were in the parking lot, and people were walking around. I could spot a crowd of girls from a distance, watching us—or ra
I bit my lips so hard that the taste of blood was evident in my mouth. I had done my best to keep my voice down, but I was sure that my moans and groans had slipped out. Three girls had come into the bathroom, and each of them took much longer than necessary to wash their hands and fix their makeup.
"It should have been obvious. I have a much stronger mind than that idiot," Deric said, looking far too smug for my liking. I suppose I shouldn't even be surprised that he remembered what happened; after all, he was the only one who had regained his memory before. I still don't know how he did it, b
Kevin leaned against him as he listened to what Emily had to say, with a frown etched on his face. He looked displeased with whatever she was saying. He said something to her and then gave a dismissive shrug, which caused Emily to storm off angrily. Kevin was about to get into his car when I called
"Please," I didn't know whether he looked amused or offended at my reaction. "We both know how much you enjoyed it." "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You deceived me into thinking you were someone else, you messed with my head, and then you raped me?!" "Rape you?" Okay, now he did look offended.
"F...fuck...yes," my vision started to blur, and the tension in my core built dangerously high. It felt like my climax was mere seconds away as I arched my back from the bed, my mouth falling open in a silent cry. Silas pulled back at that exact moment, and a displeased whine left me. "I want you to come on my cock. Nothing else, baby." He took hold of his length and rubbed it against my wet entrance. My eyes rolled back as my back arched off the bed. I faintly noted a low moan from Silas's own lips, but the drum of my heart in my ears had mostly overpowered the sound. My walls were stretched tightly around his cock, and I was stuck in the feeling of absolute bliss. Then, without giving me time to adjust, Silas pulled almost all the way back out before thrusting back in again with a snap of his hips. He repeated the action, building up his pace as my walls grew slicker around him. Each buck of his hips rocked my body fiercely, his grip on my sides the only thing keeping me in place
When Via awakened, it was to a slight headache and the feel of dried blood against her temple. The room she was in (if it could be called a room at all) was dim, and the only source of lighting that filtered through the thick bars was from the torch hung outside the cell. Via was able to make out he
Their uncle, Asher, wasn’t in the mansion. Luca heard he had some serious business to sort out in Vinci and should be back in a day or two. It was all bullshit, of course. Luca knew Alastor must have sent him off—if only to get him far enough away from the human to execute his plans. Said plans were
Via stepped closer to the handsome vampire. He smelled just as good as he looked, and when he smiled, a dimple appeared on either cheek—small enough to go unnoticed. Despite his good looks and splendor, she, for one, felt that there was something very off about the man. His smile carried a condescen
Golden candlelight shimmered on the polished mahogany table, yet no feast adorned its surface—only rows of empty crystal glasses and half-drained wine bottles. When Via walked into the dining room, she was met with the intense gazes of all seven people in the room. She was a bit taken aback to see L
She'd always imagined her first time would be with someone special, at a significant moment in her life—an anniversary, perhaps, or a wedding night. And though she had considered doing it with someone just for the experience, as was the case with Ethan, with Asher, Via had hoped it would happen afte
Asher came from a long line of powerful lords. His father had ruled over the Vampire Council with a firm hand for centuries, and he was expected to do the same when the man stepped down. He was well aware of the sacrifices he would have to make for the greater good of his people, his coven, his race
Via wasn't sure why, but Luca had an inclination to piss her off at any chance he got. She wasn't really surprised when he opened his mouth and started spitting out trash. "You must be heartbroken," he said in a voice so full of certainty one would think he'd known her all his life. "You're hurt th
For the next few days, Via doesn’t get a chance to confront Asher. She does see him around, but Elizabeth is always lingering near him, her arm wrapped around his in a hold that could be nothing less than possessive. She would look over in Via’s direction and smile at her—not mocking or taunting, bu
When morning finally came, Via had dark eye bags and couldn't stand on her two feet without slouching. She could go without sleep, of course, but she'd gotten so used to the routine. Coupled with the added turbulent emotions from last night, she was feeling overwhelmed. When Jess had asked why she