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The man known as Dutch is fine with being hated and feared. He keeps his mask on and his secrets close. There’s only one person who reaches past all that to who he used to be before the job hit too close to home. Sacrifices must be made, and Dutch steps up do just that. He’ll gladly pay the price to make sure Varun Patel is safe.
Loyalty to family expects it. His heart demands it.
And Patel rejects it.
Half of Varun Patel’s life resides in broken shadows he’d rather not remember. The other half is taken up by a man whose words push him away while his actions hold Patel close. Patel can’t forget the one night he spent in Dane Hutchins’ arms. The night promises were made. The night promises were broken.
If it were up to Dutch, Patel won’t ever know the bargains struck in his name. He won’t ever know the memory of them keeps Dutch fighting in his bleakest moments. But Dutch should’ve known that in the lonely hours, Patel would come for him.
And when that time arrives, there’s no saying no. There’s only the inevitable.
Love amid the ruins.
Warning: Contains references to sexual abuse/rape.
His heart skipped a beat. More than one, if Varun Patel allowed himself to be honest. All the noise in his head went quiet at the brush of rough fingertips over his naked chest.
Over his heart.
Gray eyes locked on his face, watching him intently, the other man unblinking.
Patel wanted to make him blink. Wanted to hurt him, shatter him. Much like Dane Hutchins had shattered him. He should stay away, and truth be told, he’d done good so far. Except here he stood, courting the destruction. Eagerly anticipating that sweet ruin. Too much time had gone by between when he’d had Dutch crying out his name and now. So much shit remained between them, all those obstacles put there by Dutch himself.
He didn’t want Patel. Dutch had spoken the words himself, loud and clear and concise.
They wouldn’t work, he’d said all those years ago with their combined sweat still on his skin. With Patel’s cum glistening on the back of his thighs. Just a fuck, with Dutch’s palm prints on Patel’s ass, and strands of Dutch’s hair still in his grip.
Those words he’d groaned when Patel slid inside him? The words they’d said to each other? Meant nothing. Spoken in the heat of the moment, Dutch claimed.
But not too long ago, Patel had stood outside Dutch’s office door, listening to him get fucked by Kyo, the silent man with death in his eyes and blood in his past. Fingers leaving inprints on the wall, Patel had listened as Dutch shouted for him.
With another man’s dick inside him.
“Ruin me,” he whispered the words again.
Dutch’s eyes darkened and a muscle ticked in his jaw, but he didn’t take the bait. Didn’t accept the offer. Maybe he saw it for what it was… Desperation.
Patel wanted to feel. He only felt when Dutch was near.
Hunger, raw and breath-stealing. Heartache. Anger, visceral and all-consuming. And sadness, too. Of all the things he felt when he came close to Dutch, the sadness scared him most of all.
“Your wife is worried about you,” Dutch told him again. Somehow he always sounded so composed, untouchable. Smooth.
Patel made himself smile. “She sent you.” Of course she did. Dutch wouldn’t be there otherwise.
“She came to me, yes.”
It didn’t escape Patel’s notice that Dutch didn’t take his hands away. Those fingertips remained, barely there, but still so present.
“She offer me up to you again?” He lifted an eyebrow. Between Dutch and Stoyan, it was a fucking wonder he hadn’t already careened off the goddamn deep end. She continued to play matchmaker, knowing full well Dutch would never go there again. Shit, Patel couldn’t survive going there again.
“Stoyan wants you to be okay.”
Patel chuckled darkly. “You think you being here helps with that?”
“I want you to be okay.” A shadow crossed Dutch’s face. “I know today’s gonna be tough for you—”
“I was doing fine,” Patel told him. “I was doing more than okay, until you showed up.”
“The hooker and the coke?” Dutch asked. “It’s not even noon. That’s your version of okay?”
“Away from you,” Patel snapped. “That’s my version of okay.” But that wasn’t even in the same universe as the truth, was it?
Any expression on Dutch’s face disappeared, and once again those gray eyes held nothing. “So I’ll leave.” He tugged his hands, but Patel held on to him.
“Too late for that now.” He shuffled closer, tipped his head down a bit so that his nose touched Dutch’s and their lips brushed.
“We’re gonna finish what your hands on me started,” he whispered. “Our mutual destruction.”
“Don’t do this.” Dutch’s words were tight, but the fingers on Patel’s chest curled. Nails scraping at his skin, a thin trail of sharp pleasure.
“Why?” Patel asked. “Tell me why.”
“You’ll regret it tomorrow. You’re not in your right mind and—”
“No!” He whipped his head up and grasped Dutch’s jaw, holding him steady. Dutch shivered and the pulse on the underside of his jaw picked up speed. Patel could do that. He could make Dutch shiver and he could make him sweat, but he could never make him stay. “Why did you make those promises to me inside that hotel room? Why did you let me need you? Why did you walk away when I know you wanted to stay?”
He felt Dutch flinch.
“I didn’t want to stay.”
“No?” Patel dropped his hand and stepped back, allowing Dutch’s hands to fall away from him. He missed that touch. Missed it, but he pretended otherwise as he circled Dutch, stood at his back. “You meant to ride me then leave with my cum dripping down the back of your legs?” he asked softly. Lips at Dutch’s nape, Patel touched him, sifting fingers through hishair at Dutch’s nape.
He shouldn’t touch. Anger consumed him. Pain, too. But lust drove him. Ruled him.
Dutch made a sound, and Patel fisted his hair, yanking his head back so that Dutch was plastered against him, his back to Patel’s so very hard front, his head on Patel’s shoulder.
“You meant to be here, years later, crying out my name as Kyo tries in vain to wipe away the imprint of me on you?”
“Varun.” Dutch’s voice was different now, full of warning and need and the hunger he probably wished he didn’t feel.
Patel could make him do that, make him feel and make him pretend. He could never make Dane Hutchins stay.
“You didn’t want to stay,” he murmured against Dutch’s ear. “What did you want to do? Tell me.”
“Let me go.”
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He’s silent––but his touch speaks louder than words.
At first sight, Savannah is drawn to the harsh appeal of a man who refuses to talk to her. Keenan’s hard stare is arrogant and unapologetic. The quirk of his sensuous lips is cocky and in control.
But there’s more. There’s something deeper he’s trying to hide behind those steely grey eyes––a slight hint of vulnerability which captures her intrigue.
She’d been warned, told that his silence hides a myriad of lies capable of affecting her career and relationships with loved ones. Only she can’t help herself. Testing Keenan’s defenses is an addiction she can’t deny.
Falling in lust is easy. Learning his secrets comes with a price. The cost? Her broken heart.
The man was still at the end of the porch, a beer bottle now visible in his hand as he leaned over, resting his elbows on the banister. He didn’t acknowledge her presence. She supposed a man with arrogance ebbing off him in waves didn’t have to. His dismissal gave her the opportunity to appreciate his ass stretched in well-worn jeans and the perfection of how his black jacket rested at his hips to give her an unhindered view.
“Hi,” she offered for a second time.
He didn’t move, didn’t even spare her a glance as she approached the bannister. He continued staring straight ahead as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips and took a long pull.
“It’s a lovely night for a family dinner.” Was he a distant relative? God, she hoped not, otherwise Dominic’s inbred tendencies were rubbing off on her.
He replied with a jut of his chin. A jut of his god damn chin.
What an asshole. And wasn’t she just the stupidest set of ovaries to walk the earth, because it only made her itch to push his blatant need for solitude, to poke at him with questions until he acknowledged her with the respect she deserved. The respect any human deserved.
“So…you like beer…” she drawled, glib as hell.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he continued to focus on the street. But still, no answer.
She could smell him, could practically taste his delicious aftershave on her tongue with each inhalation. He was a taunt to all her senses…well, except her ears because the pretentious ass wouldn’t say a word.
He took another swig from his bottle and straightened to face her. She could see his eyes now, the steely silver, almost blue, that made her shiver with their ferocity. He was tall, too. At least an inch above her even with her heels.
She pulled the pre-mixed bottle from her jacket pocket and twisted the lid to keep her hands busy. She could see two outcomes eventuating. Either he would smile, knocking her off her feet with the brilliance of his appeal. Or he was going to pull a gun from the inside of his jacket and blow her brains out.
Playa or gangsta. He could totally pull off both.
“I’m usually a wine drinker myself.” She raised the bottle of bubbly red liquid in her hand, slowly tilting it to her mouth. She took a sip, licked the alcohol from her lips in a deliberately seductive provocation, then lowered the bottle again.
Still, he gave her nothing. Noth-ing. He was the most accomplished jerk she’d ever come across, and yet she still couldn’t ditch the intrigue and walk away. Without a word, he had her tied around his little finger, begging for attention.
“I like your jeans.” She ogled his crotch, wanting to return the discomfort of how humiliating this one-sided conversation was becoming. “They’re snug.”
His lips quirked, giving her a glimpse of straight white teeth. Asshole. Asshole. Ass-hole! He was gorgeous, the faintest hint of humor turning his dangerous eyes playful. She lifted the bottle to her mouth again, this time ignoring any pretense of seduction as she gulped at the liquid.
“Are you always this charm—”
The front door creaked open and she turned to find Dominic eying them both skeptically. “What’s going on?”
She smiled, the biggest, fakest smile she had in her arsenal. “I’m having an in-depth conversation with this lovely gentleman.”
“Really?” Dominic frowned, his brows pulling deeper with every passing second.
“Yep.” There was gushing amounts of sarcasm in her tone. “First we spoke about our drinking habits, then fashion. I was about to bring up the topic of politics and world peace when you rudely interrupted.”
She glanced at the man in the corner, an arrogant smirk now curving those sensuous lips. He wasn’t the only one capable of being a jerk.
“Well, that’s strange…” Dominic came closer. “Because Keenan doesn’t talk.”
It was her turn to frown. “What do you mean?” Her skin prickled with goosebumps as the weight of both their attention focused on her.
“I mean, Keenan doesn’t talk.” Dominic shot his friend a questioning look, but she was too focused on her cousin and shocked from his words to bother with the silent stranger’s response. “At all.”
Keenan cleared his throat. It was deep and gravel-rich, demanding her attention. When she turned to him, he raised a brow, throwing the rudeness she’d been wordlessly accusing him of right back in her face.
The muted accusation sent a shiver of unwelcome stupidity down her spine. She became uncomfortable in her own skin. Ashamed. But who the hell did he think he was? Just because he couldn’t, or didn’t want to, speak didn’t mean he lacked the skills to communicate his inability.
“Oh.” She smiled sweetly. “That clears things up.” She turned her attention to Dominic. “I thought he was just an asshole.”
Her cousin snorted. “Don’t worry, he is.” He bridged the distance between them and flung an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. “Savvy, this is Keenan. He’s practically family. And Kee, this is Savvy, she actually is family, so stop being a prick and treat her nice.”
Her throat tightened and the moisture coating her mouth evaporated. Keenan stood there, taking another long pull of his beer, suave as hell, before placing it down on the bannister and holding out a hand.
She could already sense the exhilaration his touch would ignite. Her arm was tingling, all the way down to her palm and through her fingers. She stepped forward, sliding her hand into his, and tried to appear unfazed by the jolt that followed the brush of their skin. His mouth was mesmerizing. Both lips equally lush and soft. She wondered what he would look like when he smiled. A full, beaming smile. Would his eyes light up? Would the dark mysteriousness wash away?
“So you don’t talk?” She pulled her hand back even though a little part of her wanted to keep the connection.
He shook his head. Once. Stilted.
He definitely didn’t overcompensate for his lack of speech. Everything he did was calm and controlled—a jerk of his chin, a curve of his lips, a tilt of his head. The asshole knew he was intriguing. It was probably his calling card.
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What was meant as a scathing remark has turned into a twelve-month long bet between Chloe (Clotho, the Fate of Birth) and Eros (the God of love and desire.)
Chloe and Eros are revered Gods on Olympus. Their station in the otherworldly life is that above the mere mortals and Mystics of the world they hold power over. What they aren’t above, though, is lashing out in a jealous rage and coming up with the biggest wager the realm has seen in some time.
Chloe must perform Eros’s job of matching one Mystic a month with their fated soulmate. If she wins, she gets Eros for an entire month, with no interruptions, to do with as she pleases. If she loses, Eros gets one favor, no questions asked. What Chloe doesn’t know is that Eros wants her to win the bet just as much as she does.
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Eros scraped his fork over his plate, scooping up the last bite. He popped it into his mouth then moaned happily. “Maybe I should take up cooking. Imagine the number of women I could lure into my bed with the promise of a meal.”
Chloe rolled her eyes at him.
“Admit it,” he crowed. “This was a fantasy you had. I expected you to want me to cook naked, but I don’t mind the clothing.”
“Cooking naked is ridiculous. Exposed flesh around things that could cut or burn does not make for a sexy scene.”
“So, you’re admitting this was a fantasy. Maybe you’ll indulge me in one then.”
Chloe raised a brow, giving him an imperious look.
“I want to see you in a frilly apron and cleaning up.”
“I am not one of your handmaidens,” she frowned. His train of thought was not where she’d hoped he would go, yet she should have expected it.
“That is a brilliant idea though. Serving girl wearing short skirt and frippery. I would be the talk of the realm.”
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He wants to be alone.
Nightmares from his past keep him guarded and afraid.
Vice-One is his life. They’re his brothers—the only people who helped keep him out of his own head long enough to move on from the childhood he never asked for.
His therapy has been protecting his country, barely taking a break before beginning his next mission. But no amount of training can prepare him for his great challenge yet—convincing Meeka Cline that she will be his.
She wants out.
Her world fell apart when King’s Harlots no longer trusted her, but she continues to fight to gain back their respect.
All she wants is to help those wronged by the evil that has put a shadow on everyone she knows.
Asher Donovan comes to her for help when he needs her most only to have passion flare up between them. One problem: He’s her best friend.
Putting aside their friendship, they use the heat between them to please the depraved minds they now understand…
“I love you,” I confessed, my voice muffled by his shirt.
Asher pulled my head back, staring intently into my eyes. His thumbs brushed over my cheeks, wiping the tears away. “Say that again.”
“I love you,” I repeated with more confidence. “I’ve been in love with you since the first day we met. But you are so damned intense, I’ve never had the courage to say it.”
Asher searched my face before crushing his mouth to mine.
I sighed, leaning into him, and poured all of the love I felt for the man into that kiss.
I barely noticed the guys leaving us alone, giving us some space.
All I could focus on was the man staring down at me. My hand grazed up his chest to his heart. It beat rapidly beneath my palm but his body had finally relaxed.
When we were alone, Asher pulled me into his arms and knelt with me wrapped around him.
I sat there quietly in his arms, afraid to let him go. Afraid of losing him forever. It felt like hours since either of us spoke. The only movement came from Coby when he wrapped Asher’s knuckles in bandages. He left right after, not saying a word.
“I know you don’t want to, but you need to talk about what happened.” I grabbed Asher’s hands gently, brushing my thumbs over his damaged knuckles. “Your brothers need to know.”
Leaning his head against the wall, he let out a shallow breath. “Right now all I can think about is you telling me that you love me.”
My cheeks heated. Looking down between us, I played with the hem of his shirt. “What happened to you years ago scares me. As each day passes, you lose yourself. I can see the darkness that you try so hard to fight. You told me once it’s why you joined the Navy. You felt it was safer for you and whoever you came across. It took you away from the man who tried so hard to destroy you. But as selfish as it is, it took you away from me too.”
Asher shifted his weight so I was straddling his lap. He wiped a lonely tear that had fallen down my cheek. “I want to tell you that I’ll be okay. That I won’t have another episode. But seeing him triggered something. I know I need help, but I don’t want to sit there and talk to a fucking shrink about my problems. I know I have shit to deal with. I’d rather talk to you and that’s it. I don’t need anyone else. No one else can help me through it like you can.”
“You need your brothers,” I said softly.
“Of course I need them, but you—” Asher pinched my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I can’t live without you. What I feel for you scares me. It terrifies me more than the fear I felt as a child. Because I know that if something happened to break us apart, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
“Nothing will happen to us.” I cupped his cheek. “I promise. Whatever happens, whatever you need; I will be there. If you go see a shrink, I’ll be right there by your side. But you need to see someone.”
“I know, but I don’t want to take a shit load of pills for the rest of my life.”
“Maybe there’s another way.” I shrugged. “Whatever you decide to do, I will be behind you a hundred percent.”
“No,” he said, his voice firm. “I want you at my side. Not behind me. We’re equal, Hummingbird. Remember that.”
Fresh tears welled in my eyes, threatening to escape. God, this man and how he could make my heart melt in a shitty situation.
His eyes moved back and forth over my face. “I love you, Meeka. I love you so damn much. I can’t tell you how thankful I am that I broke into your bedroom that first night.”
I laughed which came out more like a sob. “Well, it wasn’t like you were a stranger or anything.”
“I remember the first time I saw you in those sexy as hell pajamas. With your perky little tits and tight as fuck ass.” He groaned. “God, the things I wanted to do to you that night.”
“You could have,” I whispered.
“And then what? Your dad would have fucking killed me or chopped off my dick and fed it to me.”
“But you could have kissed me, at least. All this time, I thought we were just friends but then when you did finally kiss me—”
“I knew I was done.”
“Baby, I was done the first time you smiled at me.” He rubbed a hand down his face, the dark mood once again taking over. “I know I need help, but I can’t do this without you.”
“I’ll be here. Every step of the way.”
He kissed my forehead, then my nose, and placed a soft peck on my lips. “I love you. Fuck, I love you so damn much.” His voice wavered. “Don’t ever doubt that. No matter what happens. Know that I am yours.”
My heart swelled. “And I am yours.”
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