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His look is otherworldly, Damon-esque from The Vampire Diaries.
“You okay, Little Storm?” The rasp and tenor of his voice is a gravelly lullaby.
Good God, I’m glad my yoga pants are black because I’m soaked through. Dripping with an eagerness to verify what’s beneath that suit.
“You’re the one I need, Ivy.” Holy mother of Moses. I’m tattooing that sentence—along with his scent and touch and rasp—on my soul.
I’ve had years to learn her, admire her, obsess over her. Crave her smell and her taste. Long for her touch. She’s even better—utter perfection. A goddamn masterpiece.
“I have no intention of ever getting rid of you, Ivanna. That’s what you should be concerning yourself with.” Truest words I’ve said to her yet. You’re mine now, Little Storm.
“I need you, Little Storm. Not your money.”
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Jesus, I want to claim her. Show her who owns her. Watch her drop to her knees, beg for my cock, and wrap those smart, pouty lips around it. My little obsession.
It’s obvious I irritate him, but he definitely wants me. To fuck me. Tame me. Own me.
Gavin Wells might not be the hero of my story, but he may be my dark knight.
She’s so innocent. Mine to find. Mine to protect. Mine to shatter. Mine.
“Don’t test me. Someone touches you, they don’t disappear or lose a finger; they lose their life.”
That should be a red flag, an admission that sends me running, but instead, it makes me feel safe and cherished, especially after that guy roofied me.
“And what about you? Do I get to kill any woman who touches you?”
A grin climbs to his ears as he keeps circling my clit, just enough to leave me hungry. “I would expect nothing less, but that will never happen. There’s only you, Little Storm. Always.”
“There you go. Come on my cock like a good girl.”
“It’s a reminder that we all have a purpose inside us, something we’re meant for.”
“I love that,”
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“I have.” That may be true, but unease swarms in my bones.
“This cunt is mine now. I own your pleasure, Ivanna. You need to come, you ask me.”
“I want to hear you,” he rasps. “Hear you pant while I finger-fuck you, moan when I slam my cock into this sweet cunt, and scream when you come with my name on your lips.”
His sweetness does not match the raw, feral unhinging of this scene, and yet it is perfectly Wells.
“They took inspiration from Knights of the Round Table, labeling themselves KORT.
“Those five seats are the most powerful people in the country, among the most influential in the world.”
“Tell me you know there is nothing more important to me than you. No matter what else happens, I need you to know that.”
Within these walls, I am traveling an epic journey, mining a piece of my soul that I never knew was missing—all because of the love of one astounding man, whose heart is the shooting star I caught, and the comfort of a family of men who offered the net to catch it. I am forever yours, Gavin Wells. Thank you for this life.
“Your father was—is—a member of The Order, intimately familiar with KORT.”
protect you. Doing so was an act of treason against KORT, but he didn’t care.
“My parents aren’t my birth parents?
“Yes, Ivanna. Every moment between us has been real.”
“Because I’m in love with you. So in love that you make me lose my goddamn mind. I don’t even know when it first happened, but I know you feel it. You know my feelings are genuine. You’re my everything.”
His eyes are brimming with unshed tears—yet another sight I never thought I’d see.
He’s been holding this secret, carrying the weight of this fucked-up world, and trying to prove how much I mean to him through it all. So have the guys—
so I request a bottle of wine from Liam through a text, who delivers it with nachos prepared by Gage. Ty sneaks in as I take the goods to peck my forehead.
“You wanted to be a pebble, Ivanna, shaking the surface of the pond, but you are so much more. You can fill it up or empty the whole goddamn thing simply by the direction you choose. You’re the storm, baby. Be the fucking storm.”
I knew it was you, Wells. My masked heartthrob, skipping stones and sharing dreams.
But the thing about burning ivy—the poisonous kind—is that those plumes of smoke release toxic spores, harmful to anyone who comes into contact with it.
It’s not as though they didn’t know who they were dealing with. They’d watched and studied me for five years, learning both my loyalty and my rage. They pretended to be mine, to love me, to become my family, supplying them with ample time to understand exactly what I was capable of. Who they were creating me to be. It’s sad really. A massive oversight. And they call themselves the best. Now, they’ll choke on the smoke of their own deceit. The spores of their arrogance. The air is toxic, boys.
And Liam. His face is cracked and bruised and bloody from my punches. Swollen and guilty. His arm is stationed stiffly at his side, wounds from his chest surgery still healing.
Maybe that makes me weak. And if he doesn’t show up for me, I might set his plane on fire.
“I’ve got you, baby.” His gritty, sandpaper rasp curls around me like a ripple in a pond.
Libido restored.
But I’m still fucking pissed. And I’m not sure what to do with that.
the good doctor redeems himself by assuring Wells I can resume sexual activity once my headache is gone, according to my own pain threshold. So, that’s a go light.
“Fuck me, Chief. I need your cum leaking out of me—a reminder of who owns me.”
but there’s no mistaking who holds all the power. It’s always been her.
After studying her sleep patterns, I noted her nightmares ensue approximately forty-five minutes after her eyes shut, so I’m always alert to hold her through it.
