Gianna’s POVThe sting of Tara’s betrayal was still fresh, a relentless ache that made it nearly impossible to focus on the crying actress on the screen. She let her cheating husband kiss her, tears streaming down her face as if his lips could fix the mess he’d created. I wanted to scream at her, to shake her, to demand why she’d let him hurt her over and over again. But even that frustration couldn’t distract me for long. There is something far more interesting close to me. King’s presence was overwhelming, suffocating in the best and worst ways. His heat radiated beside me, seeping into my skin through the fabric of his coat, which still wrapped me like a second skin. His scent was everywhere, intoxicating and maddening, making it impossible to think about anything else for more than a few seconds. Not Tara. Not Blair. Not even myself. I tried to focus on how I’d break the news to Blair. On how I’d tell her about the betrayal we never saw coming. But then King shifted beside m
King’s POVThe moment she pulled back, I saw the panic in her eyes. Her lips were still swollen from our kiss, her cheeks flushed, her breathing beautifully shallow. For a fleeting second, she just stared at me like a deer caught in headlights and I thought and hoped she’d stay. That she’d let this moment hang between us, that we’d both give in to whatever was sparking and burning between us. Cause we both know the tension wasn’t new. But then she scrambled back like she’d been burned. It took everything in me not to drag her back to my lap. “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, her voice cracking as she stumbled to her feet. “That was... I don’t know what I was thinking. We should just forget it happened. Please. Forget it.” I opened my mouth to respond, to tell her I couldn’t possibly forget something like that but she was already rushing away, practically sprinting up the stairs. Her scent lingered, thick and sweet in the air, clouding my senses and making it impossible to think st
Gianna’s POVI woke up with a groan, the weight of yesterday’s embarrassment hitting me like an ugly train. My mind replayed every detail of what happened between us, refusing to let me escape. And as if the memory wasn’t tormenting enough, I’d dreamt about it over and over. His hands gripping my waist, his lips devouring mine, the press of his body so firm and good beneath me. I clenched my thighs together biting back a frustrated sound when I realized the dampness between my legs wasn’t from any dreamland fantasy but a very real, very physical reaction. Great. I murmured in my head. Just what I needed to start my morning, being reminded that my body was fully betraying me. I sat up and rubbed my face, letting out another groan. The kids weren’t in the room, which wasn’t unusual, but the faint sound of laughter and chaos from downstairs told me exactly where they were. Kayden was feeling better then. That made me smile, even if it was short-lived, because the second I thought
Gianna’s POVBlair’s wide eyes burned into me as I trailed after King, her unspoken question as loud as a shout. Wondering what King and I had to talk about in private. Me too. She didn’t say anything but I could feel her confusion, her curiosity, and the nagging worry radiating toward me. I couldn’t blame her. I barely knew what was going on myself. I hadn’t even told her about Tara yet. And now this? The door slammed behind me and the air hit my face like a slap. King moved ahead with deliberate steps, his hands shoved into his pockets as if the weight of the world hung in his fists. I followed him past the cabin, past the clearing, until the laughter of the kids faded behind me replaced by the soft crunch of leaves underfoot. Oh yes, I’ve worn shoes now. We stopped in the middle of nowhere, the trees standing tall and dense around us. He didn’t look at me right away his gaze fixed on the horizon, his body rigid. Finally, he turned, his eyes meeting mine with a heaviness that
Gianna’s POVWe turned back toward the cabin the weight of our conversation still very heavy between us. I didn’t even realize how close King had gotten until the rough bark of a tree trunk pressed into my back. I was deep in my thought to notice. My breath caught as he loomed over me, his hands braced on either side of my head, caging me in. "King," I started but the word barely left my lips before his eyes dark as a storm, pinned me in place. His body pressed into mine, every hard, muscular line of him molding against me. I could feel his heat, his power, the tension radiating from him like a live wire. Just as it had yesterday. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, a mix of anticipation and anger coiling in my chest. He wasn’t just close, he was suffocatingly close the air between us thick and charged. With so much hatred and lust. Hatred that we wanted each other the way we do. His gaze dropped to my lips, lingering there as if they held some kind of answer he was desperate t
Gianna’s POVThe moment I opened the cabin door, I froze in the entryway greeted by a scene that could only be described as chaos. Blair and Liam stood at the kitchen counter, their hands buried in what looked like dough while Kayden and Kate were running circles around them, tossing flour like snowflakes. The air smelled faintly of sugar and burnt... something. Flour covered every surface starting from the counters, the floor, even the walls in some places. It clung to their clothes, hair, and faces like they’d been in a war zone. My kids looked like tiny ghosts, grinning ear to ear as they darted around the room. Behind me, King let out a low, guttural growl that only I could hear. It vibrated down my spine, making me shiver. It was deep in my mouth earlier. That growl. “That,” he muttered under his breath, “is why I hate people being in my space.” I glanced back at him, his jaw tight and his eyes simmering with barely contained irritation. For a split second, I almost pitie
King’s POVThe cabin was unusually quiet save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace and the low murmur of voices as Liam, Tom, and I sat at the small dining table. The air felt heavy and loaded with the kind of tension that had become second nature over the years. The three of us were huddled close, the weight of our decades long plan pressing down on us as we spoke in hushed tones."The Alpha Kings are already sniffing where they shouldn’t," Liam said, his sharp blue eyes flicking toward me. "If we don’t move quickly, this whole thing is going to fall apart." I leaned back in my chair, my arms crossed over my chest. "It’s not that simple," I muttered, my voice tighter than I intended. "They aren’t just sniffing. They’re digging. They’re calculating. They’ve spent their lives perfecting the art of control." Tom, sitting to my right rubbed a hand over his stubbled jaw his expression unreadable. He has been so tired lately I wonder what is going on with him. “This thing we’v
Gianna’s POVBlair and I walked deeper into the woods. Leaves crunched beneath our boots, the only sound breaking the heavy silence between us. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye already bracing for her reaction to what I was about to tell her. Blair was never one to take betrayal lightly and this wasn’t just a betrayal, it was a storm brewing on every front. Ugh, I don’t want to be the one to tell her. "You’re awfully quiet.” she said finally breaking the silence. Her sharp green eyes flicked toward me, her tone laced with suspicion. "What’s going on?" I hesitated for a moment, my gaze fixed on the path ahead. Here goes nothing I guess. “A lot.” I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended. "I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you." Blair stopped walking, forcing me to turn and face her. Her expression was unreadable, but the tension in her posture said everything. “Spill it, G. All. Of. It." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. There was no easy way
Gianna’s POVI watched them walk away. Their backs were rigid, their steps quick and full of fury. Each of them was retreating in their own way Kane with that eerie, dangerous silence and Klaus radiating pure rage and Keith, the one who always wavered, glancing back for a fraction of a second before clenching his fists and following his brothers. A cold emptiness spread inside me. I should have felt relief that they were leaving. But I didn’t. Instead, my chest was tight, my pulse erratic, my body itching to chase after them and make them listen to scream at them, to force them to understand the chaos they had thrown me into, to fix what they broke before it shattered beyond repair. I turned to King. And in that moment, I hated him. The words tore from my lips, raw and venomous. "I hate you." His expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes something deep, something unreadable. He didn’t argue, didn’t defend himself. He simply stood there watching me with
Gianna’s POVSilence stretched between us and it is thick and suffocating which was only broken by the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Or maybe it was just blood rushing to everywhere in my body. Really, this is all happening so fast. King stood in front of me, unbothered, his stance relaxed like this wasn’t the beginning of something disastrous. His golden eyes flickered with something dark and something amused as he stared at my mates who were now seething. Klaus took another step into the room, his stormy grey gaze locked onto my throat onto the mark King had left there. His expressin twisted with something savage, something feral and then his lips curled back into a snarl. “What the fuck did you do?” Keith’s breathing was harsh, his fingers twitching at his sides as though he was seconds away from lunging. Kane, on the other hand was too still, his gaze was cold as steel, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. I swallowed hard, my body rigid. King
Gianna’s POVI didn’t know how long I sat there, frozen in the wake of his words. His brothers. King was their brother and they have no freaking idea but how and when and what???The room was silent but my head was filled with noise. Thoughts crashing against each other, a storm of disbelief, fury, and something far worse something I refused to name. He hadn’t moved. He was watching me, waiting, gauging my reaction like he already knew what was coming. “You’re lying.” It wasn’t a question. It was a desperate plea. A muscle in his jaw twitched but his face remained unreadable. “I’m not.” I let out a shaky breath, trying to piece together the reality I had somehow missed. “That’s not…” I swallowed hard. “That’s not possible.” King tilted his head, his expression cold, indifferent but the tension in his shoulders told me otherwise. “It’s the truth.” “No.” My voice cracked. “No, if that were true, they would have known. I would have known.” His lips curled into something
Gianna’s POVI woke up to warmth. I don't want to leave because it’s so comfortable. Heat surrounded me, seeping into my bones and wrapping around my limbs like an unrelenting cage. My skin prickled, my body slowly pulling itself from the haze of sleep but something was off. A shiver ran down my spine. There it was again. The warmth. The heat. But this time, it wasn’t just around me it was on me. Soft. Lingering. Wet. And they are Lips. My breath hitched, my lashes fluttering, but I couldn’t move. My body refused to obey as I lay there, rigid, barely breathing. I felt them again brushing over my skin, slow and unhurried, tracing the mark he had left. King. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. Another kiss. This one firmer as if savoring and as if claiming. I couldn’t suppress the way my body reacted, how my stomach twisted into knots, how warmth pooled low in my belly. A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. And then he stopped. The warmth vanished. I b
King’s POV I pull them out just as I feel her clench harder. No way is she coming on my hand. Bending her at the waist, I push my pants and boxers lower and take out my angry dick. The head red with an intense need to fuck like I’ve been wanting to do all night. It was torture knowing she was bare underneath her dress and I couldn’t fill her.I step between her thighs and spread them wider with my legs, her sexy toes glinting in the dark. She still has her hands keeping herself open even though I can sense her nervousness beneath her false bravado. The first time I was gentle, slow but I know she doesn’t want that now.Tonight, she wants to be owned. Our sighs of pleasure are mutual when I dip my cock between her wet folds, lubricating my shaft with her juices. The red crown presses against her clit and I slap it with my tip, making her moan loudly.“Fuck, Gianna. So wet.” I trace her up and down. “So soft.” I push just the head in her cunt. “And tight.”Her walls clench around me
King’s POVNever in the last months did I think I’ll have my beautiful Gianna in my arms again. Naked. Bent over. Begging for my cock in her tight ass. I keep her face tilted forward and trace the back of my knuckle down her spine to her red ass cheek. Her body trembles beneath mine and she shudders violently when I slide my finger between her cheeks to her tiny rosebud. Circling it slowly, I dip my digit lower to her dripping cunt and swirl it in her wetness before rubbing her asshole again. She’s clenched so tight that I’m afraid I’ll come as soon as I push inside.“Spread your ass cheeks,” I growl. “Show me where I’m going to put my cock in.”“Oh god.” She moaned so loudly my dick jumped at the sound. “God isn’t making you sin, Gianna.” I slap her pussy, making her moan. “I am. So it better be my name you scream from those lips.”“King!” She cries out when I pinch her clit. Once. Twice.Her moans turn ragged. I lean over her body and push my wet finger in her mouth, effectively
Gianna’s POVI squeal when he picks me up, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Our skin connects, and my nipples rub against his hard pecs the light chest hair causing friction and I moan. My nails dig into his flexed forearm as he yanks my mouth to his, kissing away my protests until I melt in his embrace.His hand grips the back of my neck tightly so I can’t pull away when I run out of air as he tastes my lips and every corner of my mouth with his tongue.“You’re so goddamn sweet, Gianna.” He groans against my lips before diving in again. “I can’t decide if I love the taste of your kisses or your tight pussy more.” He bite on my neck as he said that. Cool air caresses my naked back but the heat from king’s skin keeps me warm and his kisses leave me drowning that I almost forget about the oblivious audience. Wrapped in his arms as i no longer seem to care. Only a single need remains on my mind.LPlease fuck me, King” I whisper, licking his bottom lip before I
Gianna’s POVI freeze with my wrists held captive by his strong hands and under his penetrating and waiting eyes. His question, lingering in the air between us as his gaze reverberates down my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.Unfiltered fantasies that I buried in a dark corner after the first night he uttered it to me, rises to the forefront and assaults me once more. My traitorous pussy becomes slick when I imagine the nights I spent alone in my bed, touching myself to the thought of him calling me his whore.I shouldn’t want a man to call me that, right?It’s demeaning and humiliating.Then why does it arouse me so much? Yet I can’t deny the dirtiness, forbiddenness and tabooness behind it that thrills and pleases the inner dirty girl inside me.As if King can hear my inner battle and torment over my confusing feelings, his gaze softens and he bends. His breath flutters my hair as he whispers in my ear in that voice that could make even the nun want to be bad. “It’s jus
King’s POVI realized with deep regret that I couldn’t let her leave. Not like this. There is just something about Gianna that I cannot stay away from. Even knowing she was pregnant for some men out there. My mortal enemies. Not when she had just told me something that shattered every last piece of control I had left. Not when I had just learned that she had carried their children and another inside her and yet still stood before me, looking like she belonged to me. The moment she turned, I moved. My body acted before my mind could catch up before logic or reason could step in and tell me to let her go. My hand shout out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back so hard she gasped, stumbling into my chest. I felt the sharp inhale she took, felt the way her body tensed at the sudden proximity and at the force of my grip and for a second just a second uncertainty flashed in her eyes. With something I used to relish. Fear. But something else was there too. Something wild. Something