Once they're gone, Blaine turns to face me. "Still want me now?"It's a good question because what I witnessed was honestly insane, but somehow I want him more. All of that he did for me, and while he may not be able to admit his feelings in words, he just demonstrated them with actions instead. "Of course."He gestures for me to approach him and I run into his arms, squeezing tightly.The fear I felt at the prospect of losing him was enough to carve my heart from my chest. "I meant it," I murmur softly, my face buried against his chest."What?""I love you, Blaine." I squeeze tighter and crane my neck to look at his face.His eyes are bright with emotion, his throat bobbing. "I—I..."I shake my head. "Don't say anything. You don't need to."He draws in a shaky breath. "You make me a better man, Azira.""I'm not sure that's true. You just almost committed mass homicide for me."There's a haunted look in his eyes, and I wonder what terrible deeds his past holds. A part of me is curious
Sitting at the front of the main hall, I wait patiently for her to appear. Graduation ceremonies are normally a drag I try to get out of, but for the first time I don't feel like clawing my eyes out.After all, I'm the only support she has here for this day. Despite sending invites to her family as an olive branch, none of them have showed up, not even Mia, her sister. I suspect that Massimo didn't extend the invitation to her, and that's why she's not here."Excuse me, sorry. Sorry." I glance up to see Mia pushing through to the seat next to me, followed by a reluctant looking Killian. "Blaine, I haven't missed her, have I?""Quiet," someone shouts as she drops into the seat next to me and Killian takes the one on the other side of her."Oh shut it," she shouts back.I smile, thankful that she made it for Azira's sake. Even though she hasn't voiced it to me, I know it hurts that her family has cut her off."She's not been up yet."Mia sighs in relief. "Thank fuck for that. Traffic wa
Azira leans toward me. "Do you know what's happening between those two?"I shake my head. "No, he hasn't spoken about her since the night at the cabin.""What are you two whispering about?" Natalya asks.Oak approaches, sliding a hand onto his wife's hip. "So, how are we going to celebrate you guys graduating?" His attention dips to the arm I have firmly around Azira's back."Hadn't really thought about it," Eva says, smiling at her husband. "Any suggestions?"Mia suddenly rushes over. "What the hell is going on?"Azira sees her and her eyes light up. "Mia, you made it!" She wraps her in a tight hug.Oops. I completely forgot about her sister being here.Mia gives me an accusing look. "You didn't tell her we were here?""We?" Azira asks, and I don't miss the hope in her voice. Mia doesn't either."Shit, sorry. It's just Killian."Her throat bobs and she nods. "Thank you for coming.""I wouldn't have missed it for the world."Killian walks over with his hands in his pockets. "Congratul
One year later...Blaine stands at the helm of the boat, navigating the sea as if he was born for this. The change I've seen in him in the past year has been immense as he opened up to me little by little, letting go of all that hurt and anger that he harbored toward himself.When he finally told me about what he'd done before Oak found him, I can't deny that I was freaked out. He's a murderer—one that got away with it—but I know that's not what defines him. His past further back haunts him and he still won't talk about his life in Russia before he emigrated to Toronto with his brother.I swallow hard as I place a hand on my swelling stomach. We're expecting twins in the fall, less than four months away. When I told Blaine I was pregnant, I think his brain misfired in shock. After all, we'd only just decided to start trying that month and it happened instantly.And then when we had the first scan, and the lady told us it was twins, he almost ran out of the room. I could see the panic
I feel him move my bikini bottoms aside and then he thrusts three fingers inside of me."So wet. So ready." He fucks me with his fingers, driving me toward the heights I crave. Ever since I got pregnant, I'm even more insatiable than before, and I was pretty fucking insatiable.I rock myself against his hand, chasing my release like a crack addict, looking for the next fix.Blaine stops and pushes away from me, making me grunt in frustration. "Bottoms off, now." He releases me, staring expectantly.I hook my fingers in the waistband of my bikini bottoms and pull them off, chucking them up onto the deck of the boat.He does the same and through the clear water, I can see his cock is hard and ready to take me. "Turn around."I do as I'm told, treading water and turning so my back is to him.Suddenly, I feel his arms around my waist and the length of his cock pressing against my center. Without warning, his cock is inside of me, filling me up the way I needed."Fuck, yes," I cry out, as
When a harmless prank spirals out of control and infuriates her parents more than she ever thought possible, Eva Carmichael must adjust to her new life in the elite Syndicate Academy, while also going toe-to-toe with the principal who hates her.—The Syndicate or Swiss Academy, to the outside world is an elite school for the children of the rich. But inside, it's an Academy intent to straighten (discipline) the spoilt, hot-headed heirs of the leading Mafia families in the world.Eva Carmichael this time has bitten more than she can chew. When a harmless photo prank threatens to upheave her family's stellar image in the public eye, no one is happy with her. As a consequence, she's scheppled to the Syndicate Academy to be disciplined amidst her senior year.Eva hates the Academy. But Principal Oakley Byrne even more. He disarms her without even trying, and she can't help but tug at his strings, despite his cold treatment towards her. She wants him whole, but Oakley is broken long befor
I ring Doris, my secretary, to check if she knows. She answers on the second dial tone, her voice sleepy. “Sir, what is it?”“The building is on fire. Could anyone be in there?”“How awful.” She rummages around, and there’s a click as she turns on a light. “They show up at about three o’clock.”“Jane mentioned she’d be working late, but I’d guess she’d be home by now, right?” I ask, swallowing hard.Doris sucks in a worried breath. “Oh no, Jane regularly stayed in the early hours of the morning. I hope she isn’t, but it’s not impossible, Mr. Archer.”My hand tightens around my cell phone. “Thank you. Can you do me a favor?”“Of course, anything, sir.”I clench my jaw. “Can you call the cleaning agency and call them off tonight for me?”“Yes, I’ll do it right now, sir.”“Thanks, Doris. Nobody will need to come in tomorrow.“Leave it to me. I’ll handle it, sir.”I cancel the call, feeling panic take hold of me again that Jane might be in the building. I’ll never forgive those fucking Ca
Five years later…“I swear that isn’t me,” I say, standing in front of my father, who is holding a photo of someone who looks remarkably like me kissing the high school janitor. “Someone must have photoshopped it.”For a start, I don’t think I’ve ever even spoken to the high school janitor in my life. As I stare at the photo, the sight of him churns my stomach. Not that I’m vain, but he’s certainly not a man I’d be attracted to, weighing probably a hundred pounds more than he should and less hair on his head than I have on my legs.Second, I’ve never kissed a boy in my life, let alone some random, balding, middle-aged man. It’s hard to believe they think that’s me.“Eva Carmichael. You almost brought utter ruin on our family,” my mother chides, shaking her head in the corner. “Don’t think we’re stupid enough to believe that isn’t you.” She steps forward and glares at me with her hard, stony expression. “How long has it been going on?”I stare at my mother, dumbfounded, wondering if sh