Semua Bab Sold For $1 To The Hawthorne Brothers : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The ride home from the hospital is quiet. Adrian doesn’t let go of my hand the entire way, his shoulder carrying the weight of my droopy head. When the car stops and he carries me inside like I weigh nothing, his arms are careful not to press against the bruises I can’t even see yet. “I asked Grace to run a bath for you,” he says. I realize, when he doesn’t take the stairs, that he’s not taking me to my bedroom. He pushes open a door, carrying me through space with muted wall colors, and then he pushes through another door. The faint smell of lavender and warm sandalwood fills the air as he carries me into the bathroom. Steam curls lazily from the surface of the massive marble tub in the middle. My body feels like it has been run over by a truck, and every muscle screams when he gently sets me down. “I’ll be outside,” he murmurs, walking away and closing the door softly behind him. I manage to get the thick pair of cotton sweatpants off, pausing several times

I flinch as a motorcycle pulls up beside me, engine revving. Shane swings off it, yanking his helmet free. “Hey.” He falls into step beside me without missing a beat. “I haven’t seen you all week. Two weeks, actually. I thought about messaging you, but after what happened at the club…” He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Also, I realized I didn’t have your number.” I frown slightly. The club? Oh. With everything I’d been through this past week — almost getting kidnapped, having some combination of black market paralytic agents injected into me, fighting for my life, the nightmares, the flashbacks to my teenage years, the hospital checkup where I nearly fainted in the waiting room — I completely forgot that I’d ditched Shane the night Marcus dragged us out, because Julian showed up out of nowhere and whisked me to the pizza place. And the Russians. I can’t forget the Russians. They’d kicked the whole thing off — showing up at the house, then ambushing

My knee won’t stop shaking as I sit at the far end of the couch Julian and I share, while Lucien deals with an impromptu call. “You’re going to pop your knee out of its socket,” he tells me. “And Adrian is going to want you to stay in bed, like the fussy person he is.” That’s enough to stop me. I place a firm hand on my thigh, forcibly stopping my leg from bouncing up and down. I don’t want to be confined to bed when the world is crumbling around me. My terrible ordeal might be over for now, but I wanted to be there for Shane if he needed someone on his side. I knew how it felt to be all alone in the world, with a mother who didn’t want me and a stepfather who saw me as a bargaining chip. The only problem was getting Adrian to agree when it came down to it. I sit up straighter as Lucien walks back into the living room. But before he can say anything, the door opens. I hold my breath again—without meaning to, because I’m used to everything bad happening all at once and

NB: Hi, sorry for the impromptu message. (If you’re reading this book and you love it, could you please go check out the other one on my profile? It’s super interesting, I promise. It’s called My Fiancé’s Uncle Is Obsessed With Me) Please leave a comment. 💕 “Alina?” Adrian’s deep voice pulls me out of the path of improper thoughts my mind has wandered onto. I blink, realizing I’ve been staring at his bare chest like an idiot while his hand is still cupping my cheek. “Hmm?” I manage, my voice embarrassingly breathy. His thumb brushes slowly along my jaw again, sending little sparks across my skin. His eyes narrow slightly, studying me with that intense, knowing look that always makes me feel stripped bare. “What are you thinking about?” he asks. No way in hell am I answering that. I shake my head quickly. “Nothing.” I step back, trying to create some much-needed distance between us and that damn towel. “I should…I should leave you to your room. I’ll find another one.” His

Alina I don’t even have time to brace myself before Adrian’s mouth is on me again, slower this time, just like he promised. His tongue laps at me, savoring every inch of my dripping pussy. Every time I get close, he pulls back, licking softly around my clit until the edge fades, only to drag me right back up again.“Adrian,” I whimper, tugging uselessly at the belt around my wrists. My ankles strain against the silky ties, legs spread obscenely wide for him. “Please… I can’t—”“You can,” he murmurs against my folds, the vibration making me shudder. “And you will. I want you soaked and desperate before I fuck you.”His fingers join his tongue as they did before, sliding deep, curling and stroking inside me while his lips seal around my clit.I can’t stop the broken moans spilling from my throat, and I hear them vibrate through the walls. The thought of Julian and Lucien hearing every slick thrust of his fingers, every desperate cry from my lips, should mortify me, but it makes my pu