I fought my body's need to cum as I watched Willow's pussy weep for me. I hadn't been expecting her to squirt, but I felt about ten feet tall that I'd been able to make her do it. My dick was hard enough to give a pneumatic nailer a run for its money on driving nails. I laid my head on her thigh as I brought her back down to reality with soft strokes and gentle kisses. I smiled. She'd turned to me. Before the need for pain got too bad. Before the darkness in her mind dragged her away from me. We were making progress. Good progress. And in a fucking short amount of time. Somehow we'd both been able to scale the other's walls. "Mmgh."I chuckled. "That good, huh?" I pulled my fingers from her body. They were coated with her juice. I slipped them between my lips. Licked them clean. Best fucking flavor in the world. My dick twitched. "What the hell did you do to me?" she asked from her position, still staring at the ceiling. "Never heard of squirting or female ejaculati

I looked away from Willow's compassionate gaze. The forgiveness sitting in her eyes shamed me. Mocked me. I gritted my teeth. I'd left my sister in the hands of a kidnapper, forgotten all about her, and then stood by while the woman who had taken her was killed. What kind of brother was I?Shitty. A fucking shitty brother. Someone who didn't deserve the kind and generous heart of Corrie. Of Willow. Hell. I shouldn't be with anyone. Since she'd met me, Willow had been kidnapped, tortured, run off the road, hospitalized, gone into hiding, and now we were lurking in the parking garage of my building and home so we could go and save my half sister that she'd never met. Some fucking boyfriend. "Excuse me, Daphne. Nik. I'm going to talk to Ryker in private. We'll be right back," Willow said as she pushed me around an upright barrier. Once we were a couple spots away from the stairwell, she looked up into my face. "What kind of pain?"I blinked, tried to process her words. "Pa

My girl's body was trembling in my arms as she spun in a slow circle to greet her mother. The woman who paid a monster ten million dollars to take her daughter off her hands. Searing rage and hate swamped through my mind. Willow pulled my arms tighter around her. She huddled against me. "What do you want, Beverly?"Beverly jerked as if the words were gunshots. "You know I hate it when you call me that. What are you doing here?" Her voice changed from soft inquisition to hard and impersonal in a matter of seconds. "Why does it even matter to you?" Willow asked. "You paid Ethan ten million dollars to take me off your hands. I can't imagine you're overly concerned with my well-being." I felt Willow lock her knees and stiffen against me. Beverly stalked forward, her dark blonde hair a stiff helmet around her head. She shared her mossy green eyes with her daughter. "How dare you say something so vulgar to me!" She raised her hand as if she were about to slap her daughter across t

Memories washed through my mind in a wave of misery and torment. As if transported through time to the past, they were all I could see. I stumbled to the wall. Giggled as my heel caught in my dress. Ethan had picked it out. Said I looked lovely. I thought it was ugly, but when Mother had agreed with him, I'd shut up. It wasn't worth it to fight over a stupid dress. Not when I was getting married to the man in less than a couple weeks. A small group of men came from one of the backrooms. One of them was pulling his zipper up as they joked and ribbed each other. "Best piece of ass I didn't have to pay for."They all chuckled. "Oh, you'll pay for it. But at least this way your wife won't find out."I ducked behind one of the curtains. I hated these galas. They were nothing more than opportunities for my heartless parents to lie to the masses of New Trenadie. For dirty deals to be made. I held my breath as the men walked by. "That Penn snatch was a lot tighter than I'd thought

I smiled at Daphne. She smiled back, nodded. "I'd like to speak to you privately once we both have some free time. Is that okay?"I nodded. "Yes, whenever you're ready, I'll make time."She smiled again before turning to address the whole room. "First, sorry to my son and Willow for commandeering your home. Second, what I'm about to tell you must never be spoken of outside of these four walls or I could lose my job."All the Amatuccis smiled and nodded."We know how to keep secrets, Momma Penn," Momma said.Daphne jolted. "Sheridan. Mrs. Sheridan.""She didn't mea-" I began. Momma waved me off. "I am sorry, Momma Sheridan. I did not mean to cause you pain."Daphne chuckled awkwardly. "I haven't used Ryker's surname since my divorce was final. You just startled me." She waved that away. "Next order of business, I need to know if Antonia de Silva is dead. The progression of the rest of this meeting hinges on that answer.""She is dead," Mas answered. Daphne le