Liliana Hoxha's fairytale life shatters when her sister is killed and her billionaire husband is kidnapped and brutally murdered. What she doesn't expect next is to be abducted by Damian Kastorov, a ruthless Mafia Don, driven by rage and revenge. As she's held captive in his mansion, hatred ignites into passion and Liliana soon uncovers a shocking truth: her sister's tragic fate is tied to Damian's past and her own husband's dark secrets. Trapped, Liliana must choose between escaping the monster she's fallen for or succumbing to his dangerous allure. Will their forbidden love be their salvation, or will it destroy everything?
View MoreDAMIANUnder the clear skies, Liliana and I work with the locals to get the bonfire ready. It takes approximately three hours to set the drink stands, lights and decorations, and get the word out, amongst other things.Then we got an hour to get ready and go back to the beach. I step out of my room, adjusting the cuffs of my white shirt as I start down the hall—then stop dead when she steps out of her room.Everything else disappears. Nothing else matters when I’m trapped by this fierce Albanian beauty.Her dress is a deep wine red, soft and slinky like liquid blood. Sleeveless and crossed at the back, the neckline dips just enough to show the delicate curve of her collarbone and the teasing swell of her breasts.That slit on the side? The enemy could’ve shown up and put a bullet through my head and I would’ve let them. What could be more dangerous than those smooth thighs flashing with every step towards me?I place a hand on the railing to keep myself from sinking to my knees in wor
LILIANAWe ride back all the way, racing each other as we go. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do but never had the guts to because I was too obsessed with winning my mother’s affection. The men take back the horses. It turns emotional when I have to let go of Rain.Damian folds me into him by my waist, bending low so he can greedily inhale my scent like some depraved drug user. “We should do this one last time.”Between butter and my body, I can’t tell which one melts faster under the heat of intense fire. I think it also fried my brain along with it. “Do what?”“This. Horseback riding. You seem to enjoy it a lot, even more than I did. You’ve also gotten considerably better at mounting.”I pull back to look into his eyes. “Is that a compliment I hear?”A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I didn’t stutter.”“Well,” Pride blossoms inside of me at his appraisal. Almost like when he calls me a good girl. “What can I say? I’m blessed like that.”“Of course,” he agrees with a murmur,
LILIANA The next morning, we go horseback riding. Initially, all I wanted to do was put a lot of space between Damian and me so I stop getting those thoughts, but when he knocked and asked that we go horseback riding, I couldn’t turn down the offer from that man. Don’t blame me. Blame it on the way he looks at me. At the stables, two men—one young and one older—lead out a vibrant stallion with a wine coat so shiny, and one dark colored mare I immediately fall in love with. Let’s hope she falls in love with me as well. He whistles. “Xavi!” The stallion snorts when it spots Damian, and starts trotting toward him. I move out of the way so they can do their bromance or whatever it’s called between two male species. The mare is led to where I am. She stops a few feet away, looking as hesitant as I feel, despite the stable man’s efforts. I guess that means it’s left for us to bond together or they get another one from the stables. “Just approach her gently,” Damian says from behind
LILIANAImmediately after breakfast the next day, Damian and I decide to do some exploring around the island, visiting local markets and tasting tropical fruits I had no idea about. As we round a corner, there’s an aged man standing with arms akimbo and a look of despair.Damian steers us in his direction. “Is there a problem, Walter?”The man turns at the sight of us approaching. “My stall is broken again and the way it is, I might not be able to open the business today if I don’t get it fixed soon.”“May I take a look?” Damian disentangles our linked fingers. “No, you don’t have to. I don’t want to stop your plan for today.”Damian waves him off. “Get me the tools you have, I’l climb up there and see how I can get it fixed.”The man does as asked and then Damian climbs up the ladder, leaving us below. I pull my eyes away from the firmess of his shoulder muscles and firm butt as he ascends. That’s when I start to feel the loss of contact. At this point, I’m tired of telling myself to
DAMIANOn the drive back to the beach house later that evening, I notice Liliana has grown quieter and withdrawn into her thoughts. A few times, she throws me subtle glances which I catch but don’t comment on. When the white building comes into view, she reaches for my hand. “Thank you for a lovely time today.”I love the feel of her hand, small and soft against mine. “That was nothing.”“That was…something. You showed a part of me I never knew existed.” She laughs, threading her fingers through her hair–something I’ve been holding back from. “You built this paradise for those little kids to feel sheltered and loved.”I try not to stiffen. “It’s nothing really. They are just kids.”“No, you don’t get it.” She turns in her seat to give me a look of awe. “Yes, they’re just kids you say. But I’ve met philanthropists who give and disappear, orphanage owners who give and maintain distance with the kids.”The way she says those words in adoration—I don’t want to hear them. “Don’t just jump
LILIANAThe next morning, Damian says he has something he’d like to show me. That’s new. Something more exciting to look forward to than staying holed up in here with the man who infuriates me every second.…well maybe it’s just the way he keeps holding out on me, and the sexual frustration buzzing, threatening to pull me under. A soft knock on the bathroom door crashes into my thoughts. “Would you like my help?”Oh, for pete’s sake! He’s doing this on purpose, teasing me to see if I’ll take the bait and when I do, he pulls away with a smirk. Fucking bastard.“Stay away from me, Kris,” I reply, trying not to bruise my skin with the washcloth.He has the nerve to chuckle. “Yeah, right. Sure you want that?” “Why don’t you come in here and find out exactly what I want?”Truly, I watch the doorknob twist slowly, my back straightens and anticipation makes me slick despite the water in the tub. Then he retreats. He fucking backs away with a laugh.“We have a lot to do today, baby,” he pau
DAMIANI tighten my hold around Liliana’s thigh and pull her closer until her bottom is perched near the very edge of the chair. The light gasp of surprise and the subtle shift in her posture tells me that she wants this. Her thighs fall open on their own accord, just enough to tease me and offer an invitation she knows I can’t refuse. She lifts a forkful of crepe cake to her lips, playing oblivious to the gradual ascent of my fingers seeking the warmth of her folds. She keeps her expression unreadable and innocent. That’s a facade. She’s anything but.Viva, Genovese’s concubine asks a question. Something about…what was it again?I spare a glance at Liliana again, noting the way her chest rises just a little too fast and the slight tremble of her fingers against the silverware.She’s putting on a show by pretending she’s unaffected by the way my fingers slide up her inner thigh with a tease.Then inching higher a little more, that’s when I catch her swollen pearl, slick with her wet
LILIANALunch is served a little too late by the time I’ve showered and changed into a fresh, grey cotton t-shirt that stops mid thighs. It is at the moment, the most comfortable style of clothing I own. Halfway down the stairs, I hear a feminine voice giggling, as welll as Damian entertaining them. Curiosity spurs me faster and I realize who would be having lunch with us. Before I can announce my presence, she spots me first and her smile falters only by a fraction. “We were just talking about you.”Of course. I hide my unease with a grin. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”Why does she look so damn familiar?Damian finally turns to me, studying me with eyes that seem to see right through me. “Took you forever to get down here.”My hands clench into fists by my side as I come to stand by the table, not even bothering to hide the displeasure on my face. “I was busy sorting my stuff.”“Your stuff, huh?” A corner of his lips quirk up. He rises from his seat, tall and commanding in a
LILIANA Damian’s hands are everywhere–skimming up and down my back, caressing my thighs, grabbing my ass, thumbs stroking just shy of my panties. He moves like he’s trying to memorize the feel of me. I move over him just to see what it does to him and how much his self-restraint can take. It’s a dangerous thing to attempt on the plane, but I can’t help myself. His grip tightens to halt my movement, at the same time that a curse leaves his lips. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he breathes, touching our foreheads together as he tries to gain control. I smirk, leaning back in so I can join our lips back together. He captures mine and moves hungrily against me. I press closer, and with slow rolls of my hips, I continue to tease him. Thread by thread, his restraints begin to snap. “Liliana…” His voice is wrecked. “You like it when I do that?” His fingers dig into my thighs, his response a low, guttural sound from the depths of him. “You know exactly what you’re doing.” In my l
LILIANAI pace through the empty halls of our grand estate, my sandals slapping against the polished marble floors. The silence is suffocating – a sharp contrast to the chimes of laughter and whispers Kyle and I shared two days ago.I can't help the feeling of despair as it rips through me, taunting me with the possibility of him still being around if I hadn't gone up the stairs that day.As I approach the steps to make my way back into the house, I catch the hushed whispers of the domestic staff and their topic of gossip is about the possible abduction of their boss. They cease their gossip the moment they spot me, making a show of religiously tending to their chores. But I'm no fool.I lift my chin, square my shoulders so as not to betray my emotions, and make my way into the living room. Once in, I slump against the wall as a shuddering breath leaves my lips. “Ma'am, you have a call from Mr. Mikhail.” I raise my eyes. It's the bodyguard assigned to me by Theodore, my husband's ass...
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