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LILIANADamian’s hands are everywhere–skimming up and down my back, caressing my thighs, grabbing my ass, thumbs stroking just shy of my pussy. 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, 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 lust-filled haze, t
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
DAMIANI'm hunched over the paperwork on my desk skimming over the letters on each page, drinking each information in and growing angrier by the minute.My fingers fly across the keyboard with burning urgency and in a few seconds, the screen displays the private profile of my previous target; Josie Davis. It includes information about him down to the last place he used his credit cards.Picking up a red pen lying on the side, I visualize being the Grim Reaper while I strike Josie's name off my list. When I lift my hand, the paper becomes branded with a brown stain on my palm. The fucker’s blood refused to come off after washing. I chuckle darkly as the memories of his pleas come to mind. Barely minutes after I began our session, he became a wobbly mess with bladder issues.A puny weakling with a big dick and loud mouth. Useless. The room brightens up with light from my phone. I look at it with a big frown which deepens further when I see my brother's name. The reason for his call mi
LILIANA It takes four days of drowning in tears and wallowing in the loss of Kyle without solace before I realize that I'm fast becoming more useless than a couch potato. Eating junk or skipping meals altogether – the fastest way to ruin my life. If Kyle was alive, he would surely crack a joke about my being underweight and I'll throw some chips at him and…You're doing it again, I berate myself before rising from the bed. I sigh. The corners of my eyes are cracked with dried tears and I'm bleary-eyed. I would need to drum it into my subconscious that tears will not bring him back.Another sigh leaves my lips. Perhaps, taking a drive through town and maybe picking up a few things at the grocery's would help?Just maybe. So I freshen up and begin on my way down the stairs where my bodyguard is watching the TV. As soon as I land on the final few steps, he spots me and he pulls himself to his feet.I nod towards the TV. “Crime Now? Very predictable of you.”He gives me a curt smile.
DAMIANMy footsteps echo off the black granite floor polished to a high shine. The cream-colored Venetian plaster walls provide a subtle contrast, while the dark wood trim adds depth and warmth - a far cry from the state of my heart which has now gotten colder than the ice in Antarctica. I continue through the foyer, my footsteps quiet and in sync with the beat of my heart, descending to the basement where the latest captive is being held.I feel like I'm at a crossroads. Waiting. The outcome of the next few hours will determine my final decisions; if I return to my duties or if I continue to hunt. One thing is for sure; I will never rest until I feel peace within me. Else, I don't mind reducing this world to ashes for her. I would go on and on until my feet give out beneath me and my bones find their way out of my skin in exhaustion. I stop right outside the door where sounds of muffled screams meet my ears. I turn my head this way and that to get rid of the kinks in my shoulders
LILIANA The moment the sadist exits, his goons fall in line, gagging and confining me. I'm left alone with the haunting presence of the corpse. My mind begins to conjure gruesome images which amplifies my fear. Being locked in with a corpse isn't something I have gone through like I do a walk in the park. Seconds bleed into minutes and hours until I hear the door creak open once more. The men walk in and my restraints are removed. Simultaneously, my heart leaps into my throat when their boss's threats come back to haunt me. He would be in for a surprise if he thought I'd let these men have sex with me without one of them losing an organ at least. Again, my eyes flit over to where the dead man lies with a hole in his head and blood that forms a halo around his head. A shiver racks through my spine and I tear my gaze away. How did I end up in the lair of such a dangerous man? If he could kill one of his own without remorse, there is no telling what he could do to me.
DAMIAN The walk to my bedroom takes longer than usual and the rising need to get away from that she-devil comes faster than my erections at the sight of a willing woman chained to my bed. This one threatens to consume me. How can such a small woman make me lose my cool, twice in barely twenty-four hours? I muse to myself while the image of her face pops up. If I don't hear from her husband, I'd have to order her death. No one is to be spared if I don't catch the real culprits. Stellëza would be looking down at me with an upturned nose and her pouty lips curled downward in disapproval but what do I care? They touched what was mine first. I produce my phone to bark orders at my men who are still on the lookout for the rest of those killers. Their response is in the negative and it only manages to make me see more red than I have ever seen. I nearly punch a hole into my bedroom door as soon as I approach but the urge simmers down when a familiar sultry voice calls my name. W
LILIANA As I sit bound to this chair, the last person I expect to see walks in - a petite girl with a ragged doll clutched in her fingers. On her frail form is a flower-patterned dress made out of cotton which almost succeed in making her look harmless.She has a head filled with dreadlocks which blend with her caramel skin. Yet, she looks… deranged? No, unstable is the word.One of the men quickly bring a chair which they place in front of me. She mutters something to their hearing and they nod. Lowering herself to the seat, she says, “I need to go back to bed.” Her voice is barely audible. Her head, bowed. “You only have a few minutes to answer my question.” Laughter bubbles out of my throat before I think twice about it. I toss an incredulous look at the burly men situated in the corners of the room.“You all are so pathetic for dragging a little girl into your sick mess. Your boss ran away with his tail for a dick between his legs and presented me with this?” I scoff.“What n
LILIANADamian’s hands are everywhere–skimming up and down my back, caressing my thighs, grabbing my ass, thumbs stroking just shy of my pussy. 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, 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 lust-filled haze, t
DAMIAN“Come here,” I say, patting my thigh.She freezes and her eyes go round like I just suggested something insane. Which, I suppose, I did. She searches my face to see if I might crack a grin and say I’m joking. I don’t.“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” she sputters. A smirk tugs at my lips. “Probably. But don’t be scared.” My fingers drum lazily on my leg. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”The sight of her so worked up like this is something for sore eyes. She’s cute like that. I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head, debating her decisions. She could stay safe in the co-pilot’s seat, but I know she won’t. Curiosity always wins with her.Finally, she blows out a sharp exhale and unfastens the seatbelt. The faint click is swallowed up by the hum of the engine. Her hands clench and release by her side as she pushes herself up. She looks hesitant, but in that stiffness, there’s something else shining in her eyes. The moment she is within reach, I don’t give her a cha
LILIANAI settle into the passenger seat, smoothing the dress over my thighs and feeling self-conscious while doing it. The silk clings to my skin and the floral print is vibrant against the black. Alice really did choose well.The low rumble of the car reverberates through me as Damian takes his place right next to me in the driver’s seat and starts the engine. “So,” I start, feeling jittery anticipation about the sudden trip, “where are we going?”He glances at me, and his lips curl into the most beautiful smile. “You’ll see soon enough.”“That’s not fair,” I argue but he only grins widely with mystery dancing in the yin and yang depths of his eyes. “You’re too damn impatient, Lily. What did they teach you about patient dogs?”“They die hungry?” When he slants me an incredulous look, I burst out laughing. “I’m not a dog and I’m definitely not patient. We’ve established that fact. Now can you tell me that you’re not selling me off again?”Slowly, the smile slips off his face and his
LILIANA…he’s gone.Before the first spill of sunlight, he’s out of my room. All I’m left with are the memories of stolen kisses here and there, straying fingers in my scalp and strong arms keeping me warm. I tried to ignore the warning bells in my head and just relax while it lasted. It worked for a while at least. Now, he’s gone. “Do you think he’d end up with a Mary Sue who’s got mommy issues?” I muse, laughing at myself. To my merit, I’m freer than I’ve been in forever. The weight that used to pull me down is non-existent. Dragging myself out of bed, I go to take a bath. It’s while I’m in the bathroom that the door opens and someone walks in. Immediately, I’m wary of the intruder because of what happened the last time. “Whoever it is, could you just wait outside?” I tell them. The footsteps retreat and the door closes again.A short while after I’ve changed into a cotton shirt and pants, I notice a tray of food on the coffee table. It feels like I’m walking into a Deja Vu this
LILIANAI can't look away no matter how bad I feel the impulse to. Damian's gaze burns into me, never looking away—it’s like he is staring into my soul and drawing out my words. Even if that isn't his intention, they are already spilling out. All the memories I've tried so hard to bury. So, there's no stopping now.“When Lajla left,” I continue, reducing my voice to barely a whisper, “I found a letter she wrote me. She told me to try and be everything our mother wanted. She said…maybe then, she would finally love me.” My fingers trembled slightly in my laps. Unable to hold his gaze anymore, I turn to them, tracing the tiny lines. The deception in Lajla's words… She did it for me, but she thought wrong.I can still see my sister's scrawled handwriting in the back of my mind, can feel the hope in her words. Oh God, I was so stupid to believe it.“So, I did,” I continue. “I stayed. I did everything my mother asked. I went to college nearby, smiled when…when all I wanted to do was scre
DAMIANThe moment the vain woman exits, I call the guard who let her in and give him a stern warning. “If that woman ever does as much as step foot inside this estate, I’ll have you tied to a porsche and dragged like a rag doll all over the streets of Sochi.”He nods several times. “Yes, Pakhan.” As I turn in Liliana’s direction, she ignores me like one would a ghost, making a beeline for the stairs. The last picture on her face is akin to a look of resentment before she turned away.“Lily—”She whirls around so fast she almost gets a whiplash. “What?” Her chest rises and falls with so much anger. But her eyes—they tell another tale. One I’m willing to find out. What the hell did I do?She resumes walking like her behind is on fire and the only way to put it out is getting as far away from me as possible.“Don’t…” I heave a sigh. “What’s going on? Can you just talk to me?” It’s like the person I was with is a whole different person some hours ago. She doesn’t stop. She’s flying the
LILIANAThis woman again. In front of me. She might look like she’s smiling, but somewhere underneath all that fakeness is a viper waiting to tear me apart. My heart cannot stop trying to beat its way out of my chest and abandon me to my fate. I quickly mask my shock with a calmness I don’t even know I possess. “What are you doing here?” My voice stays hard as steel. Damian passes me a sideways glance. “You know her?”I swallow tightly, trying to choose my words with care. She’s manipulative enough to turn those words against you. “How can I forget the face of my own mother?” I spit, keeping my eyes pinned on her. She brushes invisible lint from her clothes and gives me an unimpressed look after glancing around at the living room. “Is that how you welcome your mother?”“When she treats me like rags and reminds me with every second she gets that I’m the reason why my sister died? Then, yes.”“What?” Even Damian is unable to conceal his shock at the revelation.“I don’t care where yo
DAMIAN…I’m falling. So fast that it’s impossible to put a brake on it if I wanted to. So hard that I’m sure to shatter into a thousand pieces after I land. The picture of Liliana sitting on the floor with her thighs spread and finger between them hits me so intensely that my eyes roll to the back of my head.It’s her. She makes me lose my bearings, snatching the wheel right out of my hands and steering me in whatsoever direction she chooses. I’m not complaining.I will go to the fucking ends of the world if she so decides. It’s like my body’s automatic reaction to her and I don’t mind if it’s a distraction. No matter how healthy or unhealthy anyone thinks it is.When we both lower down to earth, I don’t wait in my seat, but she’s coming to meet me as well. I gather her into my arms and immediately merge our lips together, slanting my lips over hers and hooking my arms around her body. She responds by opening up to grant me access into that beautiful mouth, expertly rolling her ton
LILIANA His office is just like I remember it, dimly lit and very spacious with the grand oak table sitting close to the window. Behind it is a floor to ceiling drapes that feel too thick in my touch. Drawing them apart, I’m met with the pleasant surprise of a wall of windows, granting a view of exquisite landscape draped in moonlight. It’s beautiful to behold. The decorations on the wall are quite simple and minimalistic, very unlikely for a man as complicated as Damian. But who’s judging? The only thing on the table are a desktop computer and some files, including a familiar one whose heading states ‘debt collateral’. Coming from a case of severe ptsd, touching that is one thing I never want to involve myself in.Ever again.As I look to the side of me, there’s a mini-bar with all kinds of alcohol in all their finely-shaped bottles. However, one of them stands out for me. Taking a quick glance at the door, I decide, “A little sip won’t hurt nobody.”I grab the glass cup next to