“They’ve drugged him, and he needs time to work out whatever is in his system. He’ll open his eyes when he’s ready. All his vitals are outside of any dangerous ranges. For now, we wait,” Karl’s father informs us.
The sound of the door opening has me lift my eyes in the direction of the noise. A part of me hopes to see midnight blue hair and haunting gray eyes.
“Move the fuck out of the way. My fianc?s are in there, assholes,” a voice, worse than nails on a chalkboard, whines.
She couldn’t be that stupid to come here.
“Miss Davenport, only close family, and friends are permitted at this time,” one of the guards stationed at the door states.
“Fi-an-c?s. Did you not hear me the first time, you idiot?” Sam shrieks, and Karl’s heart monitor spikes.
“Get her the fuck out of here,” Rowan snarls, pushing off the spot on the wall he was leaning against. “She’s not welcome here.”
“Rowaniel! Rowaniel, you get them to let me in now,” Samantha demands.
I charge past Rowan, sidestepping him to reach the door first and yanking it open. Sam shrinks back, her eyes bulging before her masks set into place. She still takes a step backward the moment I take one forward. “If you have any survival instincts at all, you’ll get the fuck out of here, and don’t show your overpriced face again,” I seethe.
Her shoulders rear back, her posture straightening. “I’m exactly where any fianc? would be at a time like this,” she replies. Her lips tip up, attempting to look coy, but with her over-Botoxed face, she looks like a blobfish. “Now, let me in-.”
I move without thought. Samantha’s scream of surprise pierces the air, ending in an oof as her back thuds against the wall, and I grip her by her neck. Her pupils dilate at my words. “Your days are fleeting. I’d spend them more wisely if I were you.”
Samantha’s eyes droop, lust pooling in their depths. “If you wanted to play, all you had to do was ask. Rowan will tell you how much I love this game.” She strains to turn her neck. “Won’t you, lover?” She coos, making my stomach roil at her breathy moans. I forgot how much she gets off on this shit.
I peer over my shoulder to see Rowan and the others are now standing in the hallway. “I’m not your any-fucking-thing, you delusional bitch,” Rowan spits, stepping up beside me just as I refocus my attention on the conniving skank before me. “I know Karl being taken is your fault. You selfish cunt!”
A small smile quirks her lip. “Well, if that’s the case, August choking me isn’t the brightest idea, even if it’s making my pussy wet.”
Loosening my grip, I quickly grab her by her face, ensuring she sees me when I speak. “O’s back. Whatever bullshit power you thought you had ended with his return,” I state, bringing the knife I pulled from my pocket to her throat. Samantha lets out another wanton cry, her eyes dilating even more. The noise quickly changes the minute she feels the metal pierce her throat. “What’s stopping me from ending your fucking life right now?” I press the blade tip even harder, excited when I feel a trickle of liquid over my knuckle. “I could end you here and not lose an ounce of sleep,” I snap, causing spittle to hit her in the face.
I feel Samantha take in a careful breath before she responds. “Because I hold your best friend’s life in the palm of my hand. Now let me the fuck go. I’m over all of your bullshit,” she demands. Her words are garbled due to my increasing grip on her cheeks.
Doubting her statement, I press the tip of the knife deeper, causing the trickle of blood to turn into a more steady flow. My hand begins to push even deeper when the sound of phones going off stays my hand.
“Stop,” Mr. Jefferson commands. “Someone’s watching.” My hand freezes at his words. “You need to let her go,” he continues. I snarl out my protest but drop my hands to my side.
“How the fuck is this possible?” Sebastian growls. “This place is supposed to be impervious to hackers.”
“It is,” Liam chimes in. “She has to be wearing something.”
The distorted cackle from Samantha garners our attention. “You were always a smart little shit, weren’t you, Liamon?” She goads. I watch as she lifts her finger to the spot the blood is dripping down her neck, swipes the tip of her clawed nail through it, and brings it to her mouth. She moans at the taste before she continues. “I warned you all, didn’t I?”
“Who the fuck are you working with?” I demand.
Samantha rights her clothes and steps from the wall. “I’ll give you today, but know your day of reckoning is coming,” she replies, ignoring my question. Then she steps around me and stops in front of Rowan. “I’m looking forward to our reunion,
Lover.
” Samantha leans in, attempting to kiss him, but Rowan averts her touch. She snorts at his snub. “Enjoy this while it lasts,” she singsongs, shoulder-checking Rowan before storming down the hall.
I turn to security, “She doesn’t get within a thousand feet of this fucking room. Do you understand me?” I don’t wait for their agreement before stalking back into the room where my still-immobile brother lies.
Bending over, I murmur into his ear, “Fight, you stupid fucker. So I can kill you for being so fucking stupid.”
KARL
“Please, Karl.” The need in her voice shoots straight to my dick.
“Anything for you, Angel,” I whisper as I sink into her slowly. Her body readily accepts me, her pussy stretching with each shallow thrust before I sink all the way in. Groaning, I pause, staring at the spot where we’re connected sans condom before trailing up the length of her tantalizing skin and meeting her fiery-gray eyes. My mouth drops open, and the words are on the tip of my tongue, but they just won’t come out. It’s as if something is stopping me from the confession I’ve longed to tell. Instead, I watch Emma’s hands clasp my neck, pulling me until our lips connect. I hiss when she nips my lip before she pulls away.
“I need you.” Her plea urges my hips to move. Languid strokes, building the tension as her pussy clenches, attempting to hold me in. She’s so fucking wet. I can feel her juices coat my dick, and I have to fight not to come on the spot.
On the next thrust, her legs cross over my ass, and she lifts to meet me stroke for stroke. I brace my forearm on the bed and grip her chin as I increase my pace. “That’s it Ry, give me my fucking pussy,” I grunt between thrusts. The sound of my balls hitting her ass spurs me on. Pushing up from my elbow, I snatch my hand from her face and pull her leg over my shoulder, sliding out until only the head of my cock is seated. Then I meet her eyes and slam in so deep her breath stutters to a stop, but I don’t stop pounding in and out. My free hand moves- the tips of my middle and ring fingers rubbing circles on her clit. I feel the spasm-my momentum nearly stutters to a stop with each clench of her mounting orgasm. I roll my hips, pulling out slightly, then pinch her clit as I slam inside her, not slowing until she stops denying me the sound of her screams.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkk,” she shouts, finally giving me what I want like music to my ears as her body shakes through her release, triggering mine. My thrusts become jerky at the feel of my cum finally mixing with hers.
I pull out, quickly sliding down her body and hoisting her legs over my shoulders before feasting on her leaking pussy. I suck our combined juices onto my tongue, then rise and crash my mouth to hers. Our tongues jointly enjoy our taste.
Reaching up, I yank her hair back, separating our lips, our breaths heavy in the air, my nostrils flaring, inhaling the scent of our sex. I’d bottle it up and wear it as a cologne if it were possible, and I would kill anyone, except my brothers, who’d smell it. Emma’s lustful droopy gaze meets mine. I open my mouth to speak, “I lo-.”
“Why the fuck isn’t he awake yet?”
Liam? What the fuck is he doing here?
I look around the room I’m in, and I’m in darkness.
Where the fuck did Emma go?
I attempt to stand, but my limbs don’t move.
“You said now that most of the drugs are out of his system, he’d be awake. Well, it’s been two goddamn weeks, and still nothing,” Liam snarls.
Two weeks?
My brain tries to process, and like a dam being blown open, everything that’s happened comes flooding in just as the bright lights of what I’m guessing is a hospital room come slowly into focus. My eyes flit around the room. My brothers are here. Our dads and Thomas too. But someone is missing.
I search and search. I don’t see her. I attempt to move, but I’m frozen. I attempt to speak, but I’m mute. Where is she? I can feel my pulse kicking up, and the monitors do too. An annoying ratcheted-up beeping noise stops all the bickering in the room as everyone’s focus shifts to me. I can feel myself slipping just as my eyes shut.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.