"It means you're just arm candy." Roselia cut the conversation short. She watched as Priscilla turned bright red in anger, seeping through her foundation.
'Or, you could pick out the one you want to see her the most in,' Tobias muttered. 'Make her your eye candy and finally make a move. You could use some pus—'
"Sleep, my pretty petal." Cruden held her for however long she needed. Should the skies fall and this was their last moments, entangled in embrace, then he would die a happy man. Should the archaeologist find their corpses, he hoped their skeletons remained together.
"Kallum." Roselia tried to put on a brave face for the man who despised her the most under this roof. She didn't do anything to him, but he scorned her head to toe. His black hair was combed back in perfection as usual. His piercing blue eyes gazed beyond her like she wasn't here.
Roselia licked the sugar. Her pink tongue darted out, quick and wet. He groaned, tearing his eyes away from her. She wouldn't be able to handle him. He was greedy. He was selfish. He'd want all of her. A kiss wouldn't be enough. A single position wouldn't satisfy him. He'd leave her sore. He'd leave her raw. He'd leave her crying and begging.
Noah awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "About that…" he didn't know where to begin. "Let's just say I wandered into a territory I shouldn't have after getting into a fight with Kallum. Bruce tried to ransom me, but Kallum being the a*shole that he is, refused to pay for it!"
Noah awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "About that…" he didn't know where to begin. "Let's just say I wandered into a territory I shouldn't have after getting into a fight with Kallum. Bruce tried to ransom me, but Kallum being the a*shole that he is, refused to pay for it!"
"I don't have lovers, little petal," Cruden murmured, lowering his head to look directly at her. To let her stare through the windows to his soul and see the truth in his words. "And I never will."
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"He's my father!" Roselia cried out. She grabbed his shirt and yanked him closer. He was rigid as a bolder, processing her words. "He's my Papa… You can't do anything to him… You mustn't."
Kallum always did the dirty work of Pack Tiberias. He blurred the lines of torture and interrogation, was the first to draw blood, and was the fearsome right-hand man to the tyrant of Pack Tiberias.