My chest twisted into knots. It was my fault. “Let me do it,” I repeated, my words barely audible. Because of the guilt. He twisted his head in my direction and gritted, “The only thing you should do right now is get the fuck out of this room.” I should’ve listened to him, should’ve sprinted out
My shoulders lifted in tension as I looked around the room, biting on my lower lip. The walls and the ceiling were shrinking down on me. The air was falling short. Rubbing my chest to calm my beating heart, I moved to the window. His hold around my wrist burned, not because I was hurt, but because
EROS My left arm itched. Every spot that the tattoo gun had touched burned like hell, but I just smiled through it. Many wondered, even I did, why I was doing this, why I wanted to get entangled in a world that wasn’t really mine. Since Amara’s death, I had tried to find a different purpose than b
“Which is why leaving him breathing is a problem. With everything going on, Adonis can’t have that.” “And what about that pimp? James or Jim or whatever his name is.” Dom let out a tired gasp. “Adonis should’ve killed him. But he thinks having a fresh addition from the outside world could be good,
I caught notice of a small box on my bed, the sky-blue gift wrapper contrasting with the dark blue sheets. God, I fucking hated gift wrappers because they reminded me of the box Elias had gifted Adonis on the day of his crowning. The content, my sister’s sex tape—the one that had ruined her in the w
MARIELLA I tiptoed through the hallway to Eros’s room, the door wide open, giving a complete view of the dark interiors. There was no sign of him. The bed wasn’t ruffled, his clothes weren’t lying on the ground and his towel wasn’t hanging on the chaise sofa in one corner of the room. Six days sin
“I’m pleased,” he grinned, and walked into the kitchen to the refrigerator. My eyes followed him, unable to look away from that smile of his. He looked so much better with it. His gaze snapped toward me and I quickly averted my eyes to the fridge, pretending that it wasn’t him I was seeing. “What
I couldn’t look away, not when he was holding my gaze with the sheer force of his own. Without moving his eyes, he pulled his trousers down, leaving him in nothing but his dark blue boxer briefs. It was hard to think that he was doing this on purpose—vexing me with these acts—after what had happene