༺LIAM༻ We started on the couch and now I have her bent forward, leaning against a table close to the window. For someone who almost drowned, she's got the stamina of a wildcat. I don't know where she gets it from but damn, I love it. We've been going at it for more than an hour and even after she's cum twice, she's still urging me to go faster. And I'll be damned if I don't. I love how she matches my hunger, how she takes everything I give her. My hands are holding her slim waist tight while I'm fucking her from behind, my fingers turning white and digging into her skin. Rayne loves it when I leave marks on her, she says it reminds her she's mine. And she very well is. This woman is a wild thing, my obsession and my addiction. I can't believe how much I missed the feeling of making love to her until I was balls-deep in her hot, gaping, soaked snatch. One thrust into her sweet wetness and I knew I was home. Her body welcomed me like a long-lost piece, fitting together perfectly. T
༺RAYNE༻ “She pushed you?” Liam's question comes in a stern, dangerously low voice. I nod, my mind wandering back to the ugly exchange I had with Genevieve that landed me in the pool. Agreed, I said some pretty nasty things to her, but she deserved it after everything she said about me and Liam. I don't regret what I did one bit and I'm sure she won't any sleep over the fact that she almost killed me. That bitch is too far gone. Liam straightens himself on top of me and pulls out every inch of his cock. My honeypot feels the sudden hollow sensation and aches for his return. I instinctively arch my back and thrust my hips forward, my lips pouting. “Liam,” I murmur, watching as he gets off the bed. “Where are you going?” He glances down at me, his face wrinkled with anger. “To have a word with Genevieve. She thinks she can hurt you and get away with it? Not on my watch.” An involuntary sharp intake of breath catches in my throat and leaves me lightheaded. This is unbelievable and.
༺RAYNE༻ “V-Vesper?” I don't know how he managed to bypass all of the security guards but I know one thing. This monster is here for revenge. The menacing smile on his scarred face says it all. Without wasting another second, I push the door with all my strength, hoping to slam it shut at him. However, he quickly wedges his foot between the door and the frame. He pushes the door back at me and enters the living room. Vesper instantly lands me a hard slap on my cheek. I yelp and fall on my face with a thud, my ear ringing from the slap. I quickly spin around on the floor, backing away from him as he takes slow steps towards me. “Hello, Mrs Everhart,” he utters in a voice that gives me the creeps. “You look lovelier than the last time I saw you, cowering in front of me.” I swallow the lump in my throat as I stare hard at him. He has multiple jagged scars crisscrossing his cheeks and forehead. His right eye is hidden behind a black leather eye patch, concealing what I assume to be a
༺LIAM༻ I'm on my way to Miami when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see Sabrina's name flashing on the screen. That's odd. Why on earth is she calling me instead of Rayne, especially since they were supposed to spend the weekend together? I answer, adjusting the headset to block out the helicopter's rotor noise, “Hello?” “Liam, thank God I reached you!” Sabrina's voice sounds frantic. Did something happen to my grandfather? My grip on the armrest tightens. “What's wrong? Is Grandfather okay?” “Lucas is fine,” she breathes. “It's Rayne I'm worried about.” I lean forward, my body tensing, every muscle in me coiling. “What's wrong with Rayne? Is she hurt?” “I don't know, Liam. I just pulled up outside your house and it's swarming with men in black, carrying guns! And I'm not talking about men in suits! They're thugs, armed to the teeth! There are a lot of them and they all came in SUVs with tinted windows. I'm hiding in my car. I don't know what to do! I've called R
༺LIAM༻ Rayne breaks down against my chest, crying loudly and clutching my shoulders. “Liam, Liam, p-please don't l-let me go. I-I was so scared. I thought I'd die in there. They wanted to...they were g-going to...” “Shhh,” I hush. “You're safe now. They can't hurt you anymore, not when you're with me. No one can harm you now, my darling.” I caress her back and stroke her hair. I blink away my own tears while she's still pouring hers on my chest, soaking my chest. Rayne sniffles and her breath catches in shaky sobs, her chest heaving. Her body shudders with every sob. She stops crying but doesn't lift her head, her tear-stained face nuzzling deeper into my chest. She doesn't want to let go of me and I don't want to either. I want to keep her close. I want to absorb her pain and fear and replace it with my love for her. I love her so damn much to put into words, more than I ever thought possible and more with every passing second. She's my everything. I can't stand the thought of l
༺LIAM༻ “Unfortunately, he got away when we deployed tear gas to flush them out. I don't know how,” Gordon says. “I have some of my men scouring the area, but so far, no sign. And we're also reviewing the footage now. It seems he had a planned escape route.” It was a well-thought out plan, all right. That calculating monster orchestrated his revenge almost perfectly. But he's not the only calculating monster around here. I can be just as ruthless, just as dangerous, just as deadly as Vesper. And he'll soon learn his lesson the hard way. For good this time. I curl my fingers into tight fists. “Just make sure your men find that fucker. I want every resource poured into this, every damn asset, everything we have! He isn't getting away with this. You hear me, Gordon? He WILL pay. And he'll pay dearly.” “I hear you loud and clear, Everhart. Consider it done.” Gordon nods sharply. “In the meantime, come take a look at the CCTV footage we're reviewing. We might be able to spot something t
༺RAYNE༻ Where's Liam? Why hasn't he come back for me yet? I'm tired of sitting in this cold, almost empty windowless room filled with strangers with guns and uniforms. This place is basically a fortress of steel and stone. I should be safe, I should feel comfortable but I'm not. And that's because it's missing the one person I need. The one person I always turn to, the one person that makes me feel truly safe and loved. When I'm with him, I'm at peace and everything feels right, like I'm home, like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. The world outside recedes when he's by my side. And in his arms, nothing else matters, no harm can come to me when he's near. I love him so much and I miss him. He's been gone the whole day, it's eating away at me. I don't even know what the time is but I can tell it's late in the night. Where could he have gone? Where is he? I'm getting worried sick! The doors open abruptly and I stand up, my heart leaping. I was hoping to find Liam striding in but
༺RAYNE༻ “Not for long.” “Not for long.” “Not for long.” With just these three words, Liam ripped out a chunk of my soul and delivered an icy blow that has left me stunned for almost an hour. We've arrived at the penthouse in Manhattan but all I can think about is what Liam meant by those words. When I asked him about it, he didn't respond. He just kept driving and driving until we got here. I couldn't press on. I just felt numb, so numb I was afraid if I opened my mouth again I'd have broken down right there and then. And I didn't want that. It's bad enough that Liam's giving me the cold shoulder, no, the frozen tundra of indifference. The last thing I want is to break down in front of him and let him think that I'm fragile and completely dependent on him emotionally. Even though it might be the truth and that terrifies me. “Go take a shower,” Liam gruffs. It sounded like an order rather than a gentle suggestion. This is getting too much for me to bear. I stride in front of
༺RAYNE༻ Liam catches me from behind and wraps his big arms around me, his lips finding their way to my neck. My lips curve into a full smile and I lean back against him, my hand instinctively reaching up to hold his head. My heart does a triple flip, like a gymnast performing an impossible routine. It’s always been like this—this magnetic pull between us, the chemistry that could launch a thousand ships. He's really here. “Liam?” I breathe, not quite believing my eyes (or ears). I mean, how can this be? He's not back until two months from now. That's what he told me. But now, here he is, arms wrapped around me and smelling like home. He chuckles against my neck, his lips tickling the skin. “Surprise.” “Daddy!” Lucas squeals as if only just seeing him. Liam's arms tear away from me and spread out to our son as he leans down. Lucas jumps into his arms, giggling like a little maniac. Liam lifts him up and tosses him up a bit, making the kid laugh even harder. I just smile at the
༺RAYNE༻ FOUR YEARS LATER... “Lucas! Get down from the couch right now!” I shout, trying to catch my son's attention as he climbs and jumps around on the furniture in our living room. My little ball of energy is at it again. He acts like the house is his personal jungle gym, always trying to give me a heart attack with his death-defying antics. It's like he thinks he's part monkey. “No, Mummy! King of the mountain!” he booms, smiling and puffing his chest. “Lucas! You're going to break something, either the furniture or yourself! Get down, this instant!” I sprint across the living room, my feet pounding the marble floor. Lucas' loud giggles fills the room when he darts to the left, his brown hair bouncing with each jump. Just as I think I've got him cornered, he leaps on the coffee table and uses it as a springboard to launch himself on the floor. I swoop down, arms outstretched but he's too quick. He zigzags around the couch cushion, his grey eyes glinting. “Look, Mummy!” He's
༺LIAM༻ “You'll only get it over our dead bodies,” a voice booms from the shadows, making everyone snap their heads in that direction. Finally. They're here. Thanks to the distraction, I snatch the gun from the fucker who's supposed to keep me in check and point it at him. He staggers backwards, his hands up in surrender when I point it at him. “Took you long enough,” I say to none other than Daniel and Leo as they walk in. Both their heads are held high, shoulders straight and their faces contorted in rage. They take their places at my sides, flanking me. Sabrina's goons all aim at us, ready to fire but none of us are fazed. “Better late than never,” Daniel replies, his furious gaze darting between Sabrina and Oscar. “You turned out to be a bottom-feeding leech after all, Oscar, a worthless nobody, like I thought you were from the very first day I saw you. But I never would've thought that you were Sabrina's pussy-munching weasel, feeding off her cunt and her scraps just to kee
༺LIAM༻ “I'm here,” I rasp, holding my phone to my ear and staring at the papers in my hand. I've just gotten out of my car, now in front of a crumbling shithole of a building that's barely standing. It's the location I was given. It seems like a rat-infested dump with broken windows, rusty metal beams, and a door that looks like it hasn't been opened in years. There are overgrown weeds and trash around it, the perfect hideout for the sick fuck who's got my wife. I can't fucking believe that they'd bring Rayne to this shithole of a place. It makes my blood boil. The son of a bitch on the other end of the line, the same altered, robotic voice, chuckles and then replies, “Good. Now follow the lights inside. Walk straight, don't look around.” I do what I'm told. Not because I'm scared, but because they’ll harm Rayne if I don't. It's the only reason I'm not charging in and getting my wife out. It's the only reason I'm not burning this building down to the ground. And it's the sa
༺RAYNE༻Fuck! My head hurts!That stupid bodyguard hit me hard on my cheek with his freaking sledgehammer of a fist. I fell and hit my head on the ground. I can swear I heard my own brain rattle against my skull.I'd kicked him in his groin while trying to get away and that's what earned me the slap that knocked me out cold. Thankfully, my baby is safe, or so I pray, since I don't feel any sharp pains.Opening my eyes, I realize that I've been brought to an unknown room with dingy walls and a single flickering light. I'm tied to a chair with ropes too thick and rough to slip out of.How long have I been out? And Liam! I know he's definitely looking for me right now. My heart squeezes painfully at the thought that I might not make it out of here alive. That I might never see him again.I'm scared for myself and for my baby. After seeing how Sabrina disrespected Lucas and after overhearing her and Oscar, I don't think she would think twice before getting rid of me. She might not even ba
༺LIAM༻ “We've searched the entire building, boss. We couldn't find her.” Another useless report. I drive my fist into the nearest wall and clench my teeth as I feel my knuckles burn from the impact. This is nothing though, compared to the pain of not being able to find my wife. And my unborn child. “What do you mean you couldn't find her?” I glare at the imbeciles in front of me. “She's in the goddamn hospital, not a fucking maze! How hard is it to track down one woman?” The men around me look down, avoiding eye contact like a bunch of fucking idiots. Useless, every last one of them. I don't even know why I bother wasting my time with these incompetent fools. “Get out of my sight!” I bark at them. Pacing like a caged animal, with my fists clenched and my hair ruffled, my mind is going all ape-shit with worry. I'm losing my mind, in fact! Everything was fine minutes ago. Rayne went back to my grandfather's room to get her purse while I answered a call from the office. I stayed
༺RAYNE༻ Lucas Everhart. The man who took Liam as his own and raised him to be the confident and successful man he is today. That same man is actually my grandfather, my only living blood relative. It still sounds unbelievable. I'm sitting beside him, holding his hand in mine and watching his chest gently expand and contract. The hospital monitors are tracking his every heartbeat. There are so many tubes and wires attached to him. The sight is heart-wrenching. “I just found you,” my voice breaks in a fragile whisper, “please don't leave me now. You can't.” This man has been kind to me since day one and now that I know I'm his granddaughter, I feel a deep connection to him. But Lucas... He's always felt that kind of connection to me. It's like he sensed it all along. Even Liam was stunned by how Lucas treated me. I still remember the old man's reaction the very first time he laid his eyes on me. He froze, wide-eyed and dropped his cane. Then he told me I looked familiar and asked
༺RAYNE༻ “Do you remember what Dr Gareth said about your HLA compatibility with Grandfather?” Liam asks, after keeping me in suspense for almost a minute. I nod and muse, “Yes, he said I was an exact match, 10/10 HLA compatibility, which is extremely rare, especially since we're not biologically related.” That's exactly how the doctor said it. But I don't understand why Liam's suddenly interested in that. Could it be that the doctors made a mistake and the transplant wasn't successful, like we all thought and Lucas' condition is worsening? Oh God! “What has that got to do with what you're about to tell me, Liam? Did the doctors find something abnormal in the tests they ran after the transplant, something that changes everything?” That has to be the only explanation. It's Liam's turn to nod. “Yes but it's not what you think. It's a lot more complicated. I don't even know how it's fucking possible.” He sighs and clasps both of his hands around mine. “Rayne, you're not who you thin
༺RAYNE༻ “Well, Doctor? What does it say?” My anxiety is killing me. Despite Liam's refusal and the doctor's warnings, I got tested for the bone marrow transplant. The results are out, apparently and Dr Gareth has been frozen since he summoned us all. “Are you going to speak or not?” Liam's impatient, angry voice snaps, making Dr Gareth almost jump. “Come on, doc, spill it already!” The doctor lifts his eyes from the reports and stares at me. “Ma'am, the results indicate that you are a match.” A loud gasp tears out of my lips. Even though I hoped I'd be a match, it's so hard to believe it. I'm an actual match! Liam's eyes are too wide, he's having a harder time believing it. And the same goes for the rest of the family. None of them can process it either—they're all stuck in shock, staring at me like I'm the miracle they never thought would happen. And I am. “Did you just say that my wife is a match?” Liam's face crumples. Dr Gareth nods in astonishment. “Yes, that's right. And