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CHAPTER 13 – ONE NIGHT WITH BLUE EYES
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Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 14 – ONE NIGHT WITH BLUE EYES (II)
LONDONI'm stunned to silence.I look down at my gaping dress then back at Luca, trying to grasp the strange turn of events. His attention isn't on me though. Right now, he stares intently at my lace bra. My nipples peeble underneath the padding. It must be the AC, I conclude. I refuse to chalk up the tightening of my nipples to this man's hot, appreciative stare.I struggle futilely against my bonds. It is tied strong enough to hold me captive, but not to bruise. It makes me think he's done this before. My eyes narrow to slits, he's obviously an expert at tying up weak females. I struggle hard but Luca pins me effectively into the bed with his hips.Without warning, he leans forward and mouths my nipples through the confines of my bra. His lips are not directly on them yet but lethal heat shoots straight to my core. I moan, a strange, disgruntled sound. This man night actually end up fondling me to my death. When I feel like I can't take it anymore, Luca rears back. His eyes are two
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 15 – ONE NIGHT WITH BLUE EYES (III)
LONDONI never really understood the phrase "beauty personified" until a few hours ago.Now, I hold the most beautiful woman in my arms and a calm, settling feeling descends on me. She might be here against her will, probably scared to death, hates my guts to hell and back, and is currently preparing to lie to my face – but at this moment, and perhaps all the moments in a very long while, I do not fucking care. I intend to ravish the hatred and fear right out of her. I'll give her carnal pleasures so powerful, she will not remember that I forced her to stay. Hell, when all this is over, it'll be a fucking miracle if she remembers her own name.I have to admit, I love the fear. I love the feeling of power that having her pinned beneath me, completely at my mercy, brings. Hell, I've killed men, wrecked cities, murdered world class criminal masterminds, but no feeling can be compared to the glorious, heady sensation of witnessing this hard headed, beautiful female fall apart beneath me.I
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 16 – RELUCTANT ESCAPE
LONDONI stand over the bed, staring down at Luca's unmoving body. The first thought that crosses my mind is, "I hope he's not dead." My heart beats an almost painful rhythm against my breast . When the handsome devil began asking questions, I knew I had to get out of here. I've known him long enough to realise he's a brute. He never stops until he gets what he wants – and he doesn't ask nicely. He uses his sinfully wicked fingers and tongue on my body until I'm screaming whatever he wants from the rooftops like a fucking banshee.I saw the syringe filled with brown liquid on the bedside locker after I had extricated myself from the throes of a very mind numbing orgasm. I did not know what it was or if it would put him down – the man looks downright invincible, but I was desperate, and out of options. My gaze finds his motionless body again. I sure as hell did not expect it to work this quickly. What is in this thing anyways? Whatever it is, I hope it doesn't kill…or have any adverse
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Becoming Mrs. Blackstone PART (II) – IN WHICH BLACKSTONE GETS THE GIRL
CHAPTER 17 – AFTER…LONDON"Cut off his fingers, all of them. I want it slow and painful."I stand in the underground, state-of-the-art, bomb resistant facilities of The Blue Diamond. Designed as a safe house/ torture chamber, it is one of my most favorite places. Right now, I watch as my men skin Liam Jordan alive, the fucking guard who had the audacity to hit Blue eyes. I shut my eyes, letting his high pitched, pain filled screams feed the dark demon that took possession of my body the moment I woke up cold and alone in that hotel room.It's been sixteen hours. Sixteen fucking hours of constantly searching for her and harassing my tech. officials all over the world. Sixteen hours of persistently torturing myself with images of her postcoital glow and mind numbing beauty. My fingers clench involuntarily into fists at my sides. I've been very difficult to work with and even more difficult to control for the past few hours. So far, I've lashed out at my men, completely destroyed the P
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 18 – WEDDING BELLS...?
LONDON.I stand before the floor to ceiling mirrors, and can barely recognise the girl that stares back at me. This girl with high, pale cheekbones and a tight, practiced smile.This painfully beautiful girl with fake bright eyes and a crumpling heart. I look around the once magnificent ball room, now converted to a wedding fitting room by Dad and my stomach tightens with nausea. Bridal outfits from God knows how many extravagant design labels fill the place.I took a peek at the price tag on one of the numerous gowns earlier and instantly regretted it. The least expensive dress here costs about thirty thousand pounds. Dad says I get to keep all of them. Something about it not being safe to take the dresses back – finger prints and stuff.So far, I have had sessions after stiffling sessions with professional wedding and home management experts. Pampered, stuffy women with their aristocratic noses permanently stuck in the air, and their too perfect London accent. Women who feel it is t
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 19 – THE INVASION
LONDONMy life is coming to an end, and today is the day.The mansion has been buffed and polished to an almost blinding shine. The main hall had already been set up with an altar and a lot of expensive white gold decorations.Dad has not spared any expenses.The cellar is stocked with extravagant wine labels. The buffet table is filled with an overwhelming quantity of food. How many people are attending this wedding ceremony anyways?I stand again before the floor to ceiling mirrors while Yulia tries to fix my veil. A flurry of activity is currently going on around me, but I barely notice. It's like the train wreck that is my life is playing out in slow motion, and I'm worried that I might not be strong enough to pull myself from the rubble. My stomach twists with nerves. My shoulders are stiff with tension.The makeup professional dabs the final and only later of foundation on my face. Dad being Dad wanted heavy, extravagant make-up. I on the other hand, want something light and ra
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 20 – THE INVASION (II)
LONDONRamsey Mikhailov has very strange eyes.His eyes are a sharp, sickening shade of blue. They practically give me the creeps. I access him from beneath the protection of my veil. He looks…strange. He gives off the aura of a very dangerous man. A Made man – tense, stiff and poised for attack, and those eyes of his are permanently glued to me. They follow my descent from the grand stairs so intently, all the way until I'm standing before him. His eyes burn into me like he can see all the way into my soul…I'm beginning to believe he can.Even as I recite my vows with a trembling voice and shaky knees, those uncanny blue eyes never leave me. I'm beginning to feel really uncomfortable.His white-blonde hair glints in the hall's bright lights. There's something off about it. Hell, alot of things are "off" about this man. He's huge…really huge. As big as Luca. He stands a few inches over six feet, and I can't help but notice how his broad shoulders fill out his suit so perfectly. He's
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 21 – THE CHASE
LONDON"Help me."Those words, softly spoken, but laced with so much fear it sends an arrow straight through my heart. I pause with the realization that I've never seen Cheyenne – Skylar, scared. Angry, raging, furious, protective but never scared.As Romanov's men take her away from the halls…away from me, my heart lurches at how downright defeated she looks. Mikhailov, that half blooded fucker, I will deal with him later. Right now, I have to stop his dumbass men from getting Skylar to that airstrip. If she gets on that Russian bound plane, I might never see her again. My insides turn to ice at the thought. No. That can never happen.Rage, hot and venomous, roars through my veins. I fucking looked for her. She is all that has been on my mind for the past few hours. Then I finally find her and some fucker thinks he can take her away from me.Skylar Romanov is mine. She was always destined to be mine. If Mikhailov's men successfully get her on that damned aircraft, I will shoot it
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Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 29 – THE END
CHAPTER 29I beat harshly against Luca, trying to escape his crushing, though gentle grip."Put me down, you brute!" I squeal.He pauses for a while, looking down at me with what resembles amusement."Suit yourself, my pet."He lets go and I tumble, landing arse first on the marble floor."Ow!""C'mon. You wanted to walk on your own. We're almost there so get up, lazy ass."I shoot him a stinging glare, praying to the heavens for the power to reduce him to ashes where he stands. I ignore his outstretched hand and get to my feet on my own. Determined to prove to Luca that I can make it on my own, I take the first step. Everything feels okay. I mean, I don't feel faint or anything.I take the second and third step. Without warning, a hand pushes against my back and I stumble, crashing to floor in a tangle of legs and feet.I shut my eyes tight, waiting for the pain to register. It never comes. Instead, I feel warm, almost snug.My eyes shoot open to find Luca's smoky gray ones fixed
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 28 – MR. DO WHAT HE WANTS
NEW YORK When I told Luca I felt like death yesterday, I didn't even know what feeling like death meant.But right now, I feel like I would much rather prefer to be buried six feet under than continue to battle with this excruciating pain.My fever came back with a vengeance after I had taken a brief nap. By five in the morning, I woke up and Luca was gone. I am still refusing to acknowledge the pang of disappointment I felt when I woke and he wasn't there. Or the way I felt so safe, so protected in his arms last night. My mind is playing games with me again. That must be it.I woke up and could barely move. My body temperature had sky rocketed and I burned all over. My entire body hurt and it felt like a jack hammer was being powered through my skull.I do not remember ringing the bell for Luca to come to me, but I remember thinking about it. In the next five seconds, he barged in, eyes already wide and alert like he'd been awake for a long time.Long story short, the good doctor
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 27 – FEVER
NEW YORKAfter a brief talk with the guards I had stationed outside the door which reveals that there's been no sound or suspicious movement from Skylar's room for the past few hours, I become even more worried.It's not like the little Russian minx to go a full hour without causing some kind of trouble, talk more of four while hours.I push open the double doors and walk into the darkened room. The heavy draperies have been pulled shut, obstructing any form of night light from filtering in. The bedside lamp and all other room lights are turned off, too. I pause for a moment, trying to adjust to the pitch blackness. When I'm still unable to really make out anything, I whip out my phone and put on the flash light.I switch on the bedside lamp and my gaze lands on the lump underneath the duvet."Go away." She mumbles.I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God she's okay… Or is she?My eyes narrow as I notice the slight movements of the lump.Fuck! She's shivering.I rush to her bedside and
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 26 – HER PAIN
NEW YORKI slam the door shut, ignoring the treacherous part of my heart that feels like I have just let something precious slip from my fingers. I clench my palm to numb the rage. Skylar has pointedly refused to come to terms with the fact that there's no escaping me and I must admit, it's becoming quite frustrating.My heart sinks with the realization that she's right. I might never win her over by keeping her locked up in a fifty feet tall, glass cage. But hell if I'm ready to have that conversation with myself. Other men gently woo their ladies. Other men shower their women with soft, unconditional love. Not me though. I know what I want and I go after it like an unhinged, wild bull.Skylar will just have to accept me the way I am – the brute, the devil, and maybe, just maybe, her worst nightmare.I will never sing her serenades and throw flowers at her feet. I will never give her slow dances by the fireplace or whisper sweet nothings in her ear, but I am ready to devote the p
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 25 – A BATTLE OF WILLS
NEW YORK.I have read novels where the heroine describes her hero's kiss as mind numbing and Earth moving. I've even read books where the sensual touching of lips to lips moves a woman to tears. I have imagined what it would feel like to wrap my arms around a man I want and surrender to his warm, gentle touch.But nothing prepares me for the electricity that shoots up my spine when this man's lips meet mine. Nothing prepares me for the dizzying, heady feeling that accompanies his brutal taking.He's not soft. His lips on mine cannot even be classified as gentle, but it is exactly what I need. His hands sink into my hair and he angles my head to meet his urgent, seeking lips. His mouth brands me, his tongue sets my body on fire. He is harsh and brutal in his taking, smashing his lips on mine like he can never get enough.And me?I grip onto the front of his starched shirt, hanging on for dear life. I am supposed to be kicking and screaming, running away from him, but once again, my bo
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 24 – TESTING HIS LIMITS
NEW YORKI am exhausted.I collapse on the downy, four poster bed with a strained huff. I have single handedly searched every nook and cranny of this luxurious room for a way out, but I've only met frustratingly disappointing dead ends.The windows have been nailed shut from the outside. I even tried the minuscule bathroom window, but that is sealed as well. I almost laugh out loud when I remember the little mental breakdown I suffered in the bathroom. I ended up screaming the whole place down. I remember hitting and smashing things, but my memories are blurring again. Now that I think about it, I might be in a bit of trouble with Luca for destroying his billion dollar bathroom.Not that it wouldn't serve him right. I am a prisoner here, his captive. If he does not release me to Dad per my request, I might just end up making life extremely miserable for him. Starting with destroying his most prized possessions. I may have smashed a Gucci perfume worth ten thousand dollars, but no har
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 23 – A PATH TO THE TRUTH
NEW YORK."Have you killed her yet?"I push open the doors to my office to find Ricardo sitting in one of the visitors' chairs, completing a jigsaw puzzle. From years of knowing him, I know he has chosen the most difficult colour combinations. He says it keeps him grounded…keeps him sane, and I totally understand that. In a world like ours, constantly filled with blood, chaos and pain, we all need an anchor, even if it's a damn puzzle, otherwise we might end up going crazy.For years, that achor has been Ricardo. Now, I have the feeling that might change soon, because a certain gutsy, fiery, little temptress makes me feel more sane than I have in years. Shit is so terrifying."No. She's still alive, and I'm keeping it that way."Ricardo finally shifts his attention from the almost completed puzzle and turns to me. His features are etched in a strange expression. He almost looks…unsure, and Ricardo has never looked less than confident."Why? The plan was to kill her at the wedding."
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 22 – HIS TOWER IN THE SKY
NEW YORK"You called out my name in your sleep."My gritty eyes fly open. Those roughly muttered words succeed in completely banishing the darkness that threatened to suffocate me. My blurry gaze meets the smooth, glass ceiling of the room. The world won't stop spinning. Everything looks and feels strange, and my memories are a blank, empty space.All I remember is a deafening, mind numbing ringing in my ears and smoke…so much smoke. Where is this place? Even brain fried and disoriented, I realise that this sure as hell doesn't look anything like my room back at the mansion. It feels cold. There's a formal, stiff air about it. My head feels like it has been stuffed with wads of cotton wool. God, my throat hurts.I try to move my hand then freeze when something tugs at my wrist. With a pained gasp, I turn my head slowly to the side. It take a minute to recognize the IV machine beside me. The see through bag which contains a colorless liquid is almost empty. The fog of confusion that
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 21 – THE CHASE
LONDON"Help me."Those words, softly spoken, but laced with so much fear it sends an arrow straight through my heart. I pause with the realization that I've never seen Cheyenne – Skylar, scared. Angry, raging, furious, protective but never scared.As Romanov's men take her away from the halls…away from me, my heart lurches at how downright defeated she looks. Mikhailov, that half blooded fucker, I will deal with him later. Right now, I have to stop his dumbass men from getting Skylar to that airstrip. If she gets on that Russian bound plane, I might never see her again. My insides turn to ice at the thought. No. That can never happen.Rage, hot and venomous, roars through my veins. I fucking looked for her. She is all that has been on my mind for the past few hours. Then I finally find her and some fucker thinks he can take her away from me.Skylar Romanov is mine. She was always destined to be mine. If Mikhailov's men successfully get her on that damned aircraft, I will shoot it
