Page 46 of Dust to Dust

I walked to the fridge and pondered over what else to add. I grabbed a bag of sliced cheddar cheese and eyed the cream cheese.

"I think you should leave the condiments to us," Damian suggested as he entered the room. He was right. Keeping hold of both, I kicked the fridge door closed and placed them on the large round kitchen table. Damian walked over to the coffee pot and poured a glass. The freshly ground coffee from the local shop smelt divine. Speaking of divine creatures, was it my lot in life to be surrounded by men so stunning?

No one compares to Titan,Ghost purred.

Naturally,I agreed, but I would be lying if I said the King men had made a deal with the devil when it came to the genetic lottery.

Damian was wearing only sweatpants that hung very loosely. A small dark line of hair also made my eyes trail lower. When lust filled my mind, I longed for Titan. Titan was too beautiful to die or be tarnished by this Franco Fontaine. I, on the other hand, wasn't. I was already marked with scars and fucked in the head, so why not risk a few more?

Damian rounded the table, his chest full of tattoos. Like him, the ink wasn't colorful. It was black and clean with no flare of embellishments. Damian was stunning with the perfect bone structure, thick black hair, and a body like Titan's. Whoever caught his eye would be lucky or unlucky. Damian was a double edge sword, beauty, and the beast. He kept his beast controlled and hidden, but a monster can only be caged for so long before it wants to sneak out and play.

"I think it's burning," Damian said as he cocked a brow.

Chatter and more footsteps rounded the corner as I dumped it pan scramble and eggs into the largest mixing bowl I could find. I placed a mountain of the concoction in the middle of the table. "Bon a petite." I grinned, feeling impressed that I didn't burn the entire dish like last time.

Little did they know, this was the last supper. I looked around the table, and for the first time since my parents died, I felt like I had found my place again. I had a family, and I was going to protect them. Dash pulled Mila's chair close as he dropped his arms over her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips swollen. They had sex this morning.

Titan pulled out my chair, and I sank into it. He was freshly showered, and his scent overtook the brunt pan scramble. My mouth watered for him. Forget the food. Titan King could be all the nourishment I needed. "What cologne are you wearing?" I asked him as I forked some of the food onto my plate.

"I'm not wearing cologne,"

I leaned closer to him, "Liar," I beamed as I smelt ocean musk and citrus notes.

"I use a body wash; that's it, babygirl."

Body wash.

That's where I went wrong. All this time and hundreds of dollars later, I was buying the incorrect item.

"I can change it if—"

"No," I eyed him. My eyes dared him to finish the sentence. Titan ran his tongue over his teeth and gave me a come fuck me look. I didn't think he was an exhibitionist as we sat around the table with his family. The idea was tempting.

Stay on task Nova King. I told myself.

I had him last night, and that might be the last time. If I let myself be lured by him again, I'd never leave his bed. I was a powerful, badass woman, but I struggled to separate myself from Titan. No wonder Mila failed so often when it came to her and Dash. She never stood a chance and was easy prey for his deadly looks.

I looked to Mila, who was shoving pieces of my breakfast around her plate.

I feel bad for betraying her,Ghost confessed.

I do too, but my hands are bound. Damned if I do, killed if I don't.

We all sat around the table like one big bizarre family. Titan picked around the pancake and targeted the eggs, as did Dash. Mila, well, she didn't eat much because whatever she was planning was twisting her stomach. I, on the other hand, ate two plates. If you added enough syrup, anything tasted good. By the time I was finished, my plate had become a soup of maple syrup.

"Well, Damian seemed to like my pan scramble. How about you, Mila?" I joked, knowing Mila was still too sweet to hurt my feelings. Her eyes blinked as she glanced at Dash, who suppressed a smile. "It's interesting." She eyed a large amount of syrup on my plate. She would have preferred I ate organic syrup.

"Interesting?" I started with a cold tone. Deep down, I wasn't upset about her answer. It was just my nature to cause a fuss and upset the peaceful balance. What I was burdened over was having to leave my new family.

Mila tried to swallow another fork bite. "It's um…" she struggled to say something nice about the breakfast.

Dash intercepted, "It tastes like shit. But since you made it," He looked at Titan and held his hand up in a pleading, "and we're all a family now," Dash stressed, "we will suffer together to eat whatever the fuck this is."

Maybe you should make cooking a new obsession,Ghost joked.

That's not a bad idea. I like your thinking, Ghost.

Titan cleared his throat with a growl. His blue eyes pierced Dash as they shared an unspoken message. Dash rolled his eyes, picked up the fork, swallowed a bit down, then looked at me and plastered on a, fuck you smile.

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