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LILIANA“Oh God,” I whisper. The night is far from over.At first I thought it was the heat of our bodies which made the windows fogged over but now, hearing the gentle pattering on the car’s roof—it’s rain. What seems to be a light patter starts to fall harder and louder. It’s the kind that drowns out everything else but the sound of his breathing and my gasps.He takes his sweet time sliding out of me, as though he’s trying not to bruise me. I doubt we have that to worry about though. My body clenches at his slow exit and the loss of him hits me. I feel empty and aching already. Immediately after, I try to raise myself up. If only I know how big of a mistake that is.He shoves me right back down. My cheek presses the cool leather.“You thought that was it?” He sounds amused. Amused that I dared to think so. “No, Malyutka. You wanted to be ruined…I’m not done ruining you.”His fingers grip my jaw, forcing my head to the side so I’m staring at him over my shoulder. His eyes are still
LILIANAI don’t even get five. The air is already thick with the heat of sex. Damian doesn’t seem like he’s going to let me go anytime soon. He doesn’t give me a second to breathe. My body is limp and soaked in sweat and the remnants of him, but he’s somewhere near, pressing against me with his hardness against my inner thigh.“Look at you,” he rasps, dragging the flat of his palm up against my stomach. His touch makes me tremble. “Shaking. Ruined. And still so fucking tight for me.”“Damian, please–” I’ve lost the ability to even form something as simple as sentences. He grabs the back of my neck, forcing me to meet his eyes in the mirror I’m surprised to see in the ceiling. There’s something about the way his face is soaked and the strands of his black hair stays slicked to his forehead. The savageness in his stare which despite the cold rattling my bones, sets me a-fucking-blaze. “You think we’re done?” he breathes. “After the way you fucking teased me out there?”His other hand
LILIANAI wake up wrapped in the warmth of body heat and cedar. Damian.His arm is draped across my waist, his chest pressed firmly against my back and one leg tangled over mine like he’s scared I’ll disappear while he’s asleep. His breath is warm against my neck, blowing in steady and soft.For a man like him, sleep turns him into something else. He’s in a vulnerable calm.I need to move now, but I don’t want to. I just lie there, breathing his scent in and watching, enthralled by the way his fingers twitch slightly against my stomach like he’s still chasing me in whatever dream he’s in. what he doesn’t know is that I don’t need to be chased anymore. I’m his as much as he’s mine. His confessions and the way he loved me last night, deep and hard…it wasn’t perfect. He’s not perfect either. He’s just–him and I’m content with that.Eventually, I shift to face him. He’s still asleep. There’s still a faint crease between his brows. Even in rest, his mind doesn’t fully shut off. But it’s
LILIANAThe water ripples as he sinks in behind me, large body settling under the surface with practised ease. His legs open and he guides me between them, pulling me back against his chest. His arms come around me.I melt right into him with a greedy inhale of him.We sit like that for a while with the water lapping around us and his fingers massaging my scalp. Then, they stop and disappear into the water. Before I get the chance to protest, his fingers lightly begin tracing patterns on my stomach. His chin rests on my shoulder, and for a moment, everything stills. Until his hands drift lower. And lower.“You’re insatiable,” I whisper, smiling. I already know how this is going to end.“And you,” he says as he grazes my ear with his mouth, “are impossible to resist.”He shifts me, wrapping his hands around my waist to turn me so I can straddle his lap. The second our eyes lock, the air becomes charged with sexual tension. His hands are hot on my thighs. I rest my hands on his shoul
To my consistent readers who make writing worth it, i'll be making the next chapter a free one to make up for my inconsistencies. especially those two special readers whose comments I can't do without and make me roll in laughter on my bed and spin ideas...thank you. thank you for loving D & L even in their silliness and mistakes. thank you, wonderful readers for getting to this point. you're my most treasured on earth after God and chocolate. happy reading!
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.
To my consistent readers who make writing worth it, i'll be making the next chapter a free one to make up for my inconsistencies. especially those two special readers whose comments I can't do without and make me roll in laughter on my bed and spin ideas...thank you. thank you for loving D & L even in their silliness and mistakes. thank you, wonderful readers for getting to this point. you're my most treasured on earth after God and chocolate. happy reading!
LILIANAThe water ripples as he sinks in behind me, large body settling under the surface with practised ease. His legs open and he guides me between them, pulling me back against his chest. His arms come around me.I melt right into him with a greedy inhale of him.We sit like that for a while with the water lapping around us and his fingers massaging my scalp. Then, they stop and disappear into the water. Before I get the chance to protest, his fingers lightly begin tracing patterns on my stomach. His chin rests on my shoulder, and for a moment, everything stills. Until his hands drift lower. And lower.“You’re insatiable,” I whisper, smiling. I already know how this is going to end.“And you,” he says as he grazes my ear with his mouth, “are impossible to resist.”He shifts me, wrapping his hands around my waist to turn me so I can straddle his lap. The second our eyes lock, the air becomes charged with sexual tension. His hands are hot on my thighs. I rest my hands on his shoul
LILIANAI wake up wrapped in the warmth of body heat and cedar. Damian.His arm is draped across my waist, his chest pressed firmly against my back and one leg tangled over mine like he’s scared I’ll disappear while he’s asleep. His breath is warm against my neck, blowing in steady and soft.For a man like him, sleep turns him into something else. He’s in a vulnerable calm.I need to move now, but I don’t want to. I just lie there, breathing his scent in and watching, enthralled by the way his fingers twitch slightly against my stomach like he’s still chasing me in whatever dream he’s in. what he doesn’t know is that I don’t need to be chased anymore. I’m his as much as he’s mine. His confessions and the way he loved me last night, deep and hard…it wasn’t perfect. He’s not perfect either. He’s just–him and I’m content with that.Eventually, I shift to face him. He’s still asleep. There’s still a faint crease between his brows. Even in rest, his mind doesn’t fully shut off. But it’s
LILIANAI don’t even get five. The air is already thick with the heat of sex. Damian doesn’t seem like he’s going to let me go anytime soon. He doesn’t give me a second to breathe. My body is limp and soaked in sweat and the remnants of him, but he’s somewhere near, pressing against me with his hardness against my inner thigh.“Look at you,” he rasps, dragging the flat of his palm up against my stomach. His touch makes me tremble. “Shaking. Ruined. And still so fucking tight for me.”“Damian, please–” I’ve lost the ability to even form something as simple as sentences. He grabs the back of my neck, forcing me to meet his eyes in the mirror I’m surprised to see in the ceiling. There’s something about the way his face is soaked and the strands of his black hair stays slicked to his forehead. The savageness in his stare which despite the cold rattling my bones, sets me a-fucking-blaze. “You think we’re done?” he breathes. “After the way you fucking teased me out there?”His other hand
LILIANA“Oh God,” I whisper. The night is far from over.At first I thought it was the heat of our bodies which made the windows fogged over but now, hearing the gentle pattering on the car’s roof—it’s rain. What seems to be a light patter starts to fall harder and louder. It’s the kind that drowns out everything else but the sound of his breathing and my gasps.He takes his sweet time sliding out of me, as though he’s trying not to bruise me. I doubt we have that to worry about though. My body clenches at his slow exit and the loss of him hits me. I feel empty and aching already. Immediately after, I try to raise myself up. If only I know how big of a mistake that is.He shoves me right back down. My cheek presses the cool leather.“You thought that was it?” He sounds amused. Amused that I dared to think so. “No, Malyutka. You wanted to be ruined…I’m not done ruining you.”His fingers grip my jaw, forcing my head to the side so I’m staring at him over my shoulder. His eyes are still
LILIANAHis fingers still glisten with my essence as he pulls them out of me. I twitch.I can still feel the ghost of his strokes inside me and that wicked pressure on the spot he found like it was made just for him. My walls flutter around nothing now, still desperate and aching for him.I’m panting. Legs shaking. So wet I can feel the mess dripping down the back of my thighs. But Damian?He’s calm. Eyes burning and still fully clothed except for his missing belt discarded on the seat. “Open your legs wider.” As silky as his voice sounds, it is laced with danger. I might be reeling from a mind-numbing orgasm, but I know that timbre even in my sleep.I obey without thinking. My dress is shoved around my waist, and my panties are still forgotten on my wrist. I should feel embarassed or exposed. But I don’t. I feel owned. Am I insane for admitting I love how this depravity feels?Damian slides two fingers along my slit again, teasing me this time. Not pressing in. Not quite touching wh
LILIANA“What?”His jaw ticks. “Now, Liliana before I lose it and take you right here against this fucking car.”Something about the urgency in his voice makes my pulse jump in excitement. I obey immediately, fingers trembling as I fumble with the door handle and pull it open. My legs shake like they’re on the verge of collapse when I climb in the sleek black car.I feel him enveloping the space around me before I even turn around. The air around us is charged with electricity that sends tiny sparks right down the tail of my spine and back up. The moment the door slams shut, he pounces on me like a starved, bloodthirsty predator. Hands everywhere, his mouth crashes down rough and desperate. His palm slides up my thigh, dragging the dress with it and in one swift motion, he yanks my panties to the side. His fingers find my centre, moist and leaking. “Fuck, Liliana,” he hisses, then without warning, slides two long digits into my heat. “You’re fucking dripping.”“Mmm,” I whimper, thr
LILIANAThe hunger in his eyes as Damian says he’d rather watch me dance almost pulls me under in the heat of lust and desire. My body burns in the places he looks without even touching me, and by god do I want him with so much intensity.Since my plans of trying to seduce him keep failing, then I might as well enjoy the rest of the night getting drunk and wasted.And that drink…what the hell did they put in it?It’s messing with my senses so much, heightening my sensitivity in all the places I only want Damian’s mouth on. I’m not complaining either. Perhaps it’s for the greater good.A pretty, dark-haired woman my age grabs my hands as we dance together and take turns twirling each other. She makes this sensual move which I immediately start to mirror and soon, I feel like I’ve become a pro at it.Hands slowly creep onto my waist as I roll and drop, before bringing it back up, brushing my ass against firm legs.“You do know what you’re doing, don’t you?” A husky voice speaks next to m
DAMIANUnder 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