BRING HER IN

CANNON

Lilith took things too far.

I was in my room, thinking about the gone day with my feet overlapping each other and my folded arms over the headboard as my head rested on them.

Vodka wasn’t helping and I was replaying Kat’s words about my painting. She complimented that mother f*cker’s painting, even smiled at Kane’s but mine… she called me a terrible painter.

‘Katrina…’

I’d gotten used to Shadow’s continuous cries of her name. His appetite for her presence. It looked easy to ignore but it was d*mn hard to control. My brothers couldn’t, especially Ian, and I had so many immoral thoughts of us…

What I could do that body and those lips…

“Hmm,” I heard Lilith mutter from the blue armchair next to my bed. I said she went too far because she wore lingerie, red unholy lingerie, nasty stuff.

Her body was exposed, the panties she wore barely covered her goodies and the bra gave off half of her nipples, showcasing her breasts that had suddenly gro