LILIANA The kitchen door opens and a lady walks in with a drenched raincoat around her shoulders. Her light auburn hair looks to be claw-clipped behind but the tendrils cling to her forehead like a wet rag. She looks to be about my age if not younger. “You said you would only take… Why, you sneaky man! You came in here for a cup of sbiten without telling me?” She slaps his arm lightly. The man turns a warm smile as he dodges her playful hits. “No, bebe. I had an impromptu visitor.” He motions to me with a gentle wave of his hand. She follows his gesture with her eyes till she stops at where I stand. My fingers clench in a fist by my sides at the awkwardness that takes over. Her eyes trace the bulky coat on my small frame and she looks back to the man with her hazel eyes narrowed down in skepticism. He shakes his head. “Ne delay etogo. YA nashel yeye na obochine, kogda vernulsya za bortovym zhurnalom.” His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment before his voice drops lower. “Ona
LILIANA“Goodnight, ladies.” The man tells us the moment we step into the hallway with several doors. Before I can turn and bid him the same, he disappears into one of the rooms. Rachel shrugs as she clasps a hand on my shoulder. “He had a rough day at the diner. When he comes home beaten up, sleep is his therapy.”I nod in understanding. “Days like that.”“You're welcome to stay the night here. I'm afraid the room is a bit bare but we'll make do. We didn't expect the pleasure of your company.” Rachel says as she rummages through her purse for something. “It's fine. I'll manage.” I try to reassure her but she's occupied with struggling with her purse. She sports a comic frown.“Where's the stupid key?” She hisses. Her features brighten and she raises the key with a triumphant harrumph.The door clicks open to reveal a decent-looking bedroom. Honestly, it isn't so much but it is a feasible option than to spend the night on the streets. “You've done so much for me already. Thank you
DAMIANShe is right there in the darkness when I close my eyes, crying, waiting on me in that silk nightdress. What was a head full of curls is now matted with grease and decline.Like the previous, I dash into our bedroom and skid to a halt when she turns away from the window. The stream of moonlight casts a deathly glow on her pale skin marred by self-inflicted bruises.She takes measured steps towards me, muttering her discomfort about having to wait for hours to see me.I apologize as I always do. The meeting with the Seemya usually takes a lot of time so there's not much I can do about it. She goes again on another bout of blame on why I always meet her at the wrong time. She has said this many times in the past whenever I’m a few minutes behind time. What makes it different this time is her hand held up to half my apologies. She doesn't want to hear it.“Come, Stellëza.” I croon to her with arms spread out and waiting. Her face contorts in disgust as she drinks in the positi
LILIANAA sudden crash has me jolting awake and out of the bed in one single motion. Instinctively, I reach for the dresser to grab something, anything at all to brace myself with. Each drawer comes empty and my heart plummets a thousand feet underground. I'm truly fucked.My eyes scan the room for something solid that I can use for self-defense. I discover to my dismay that there is none.“Who's there?” The question is my last resort. I try to keep my voice steady even though my emotions are quite the opposite within.No response.Another crash echoes through the hallway, causing me to jump in fright, my heart doing wild palpitations.A sharp curse from a muffled voice follows shortly after. My heart leaps into the hollow space in my throat, constricting my airways.I can't help the realization that slams into me without brakes: they're back for me.I knew it!I knew I shouldn't have disregarded the tiny voice of reason within me that spoke against following them. It might have been
DAMIAN Like I predicted, with the tension brewing in the room, the meeting is bound to end in chaos. There's a round table with each family representative seated a good distance away from the other person. Anything could go wrong at any fucking time and anyone by my side would take the hit. Right now, I'm seated in silence watching Genovese of the Morani family and Sergei of the Romanov family snap at each other's heads. There is the Bonanno family counselor, Karmen, who is fighting tooth and nail to ensure that they don't get themselves killed before she leaves. It's amusing to watch especially since Genovese gets off on gaslighting and being a shitty pretender. “Say that to my face one more time, I dare you!” Genovese booms out with veins sprouting from the middle of his head. His bulky stomach swinging every which way and heaving with every breath. “You're nothing but a wimp hiding behind sneaky attacks and the government officers who suck your limp cock.” That i
LILIANA The smile slides off my face as I register the unfamiliar voice filling the receiver. I stutter dumbly, contemplating for a moment if to end the call and take the money that Rachel offered. I brace myself instead with my fingers tightening around the phone. “Theodore Mikhail. I need to speak with him.” “You don't go around taking calls without my permission. Get out of my chair.” I hear someone say. There's a soft shuffle in the background before I hear throat clearing. “Ravasi’s enterprise, Theodore Mikhail speaking. Who am I—” Now that's the voice I was hoping to hear. Who then was the other person on the line? I refuse to give it another thought. “Thank God, Theo!” I cry out in a hushed whisper. My next words tumble out in a rush. “I was drugged and abducted to someplace I have no idea about. The man who took me is a very dangerous man. According to people, his name is Damian Kastorov and my life is going to be over if you don't come and pick me soon.” My h
DAMIANThe drive to my villa takes only a few minutes between winding roads and a little traffic that keeps me holed in a spot for a few minutes because of an accident that had happened in front.Sydney and I barely exchanged any words since I entered the car and got behind the wheel. It's not that I don't share information with him but some things are better discussed deeply encased in the hard shells of privacy. A figure waits up front with their legs a few inches apart in a domineering stance and hands planted into their front pocket. It is Zoran. His face is an inscrutable mask as he waits patiently on the open roof of the mansion. If my time with him is anything to go by, he is hella pissed. But do I have fucks to give? Barely.Sydney and I make our way through the steps that lead to where he is. With every step I take, I get more and more enraged, bidding my time like a ticking bomb waiting for a trigger.His back is turned to us when we finally reach the top. He turns to us
DAMIAN “What the fuck?!” I thunder, my self-control slipping out of my grip. Zoran watches me with a look of indifference, like a detached audience assessing the performance of a stranger. “Why had no one bothered to tell me about this?” “I got the information right after we got news of the attack at your safehouse. I thought you knew and that's why you were going after his widow instead.” My blood boils with a rage so intense that I see red. My chest heaves in tandem with the ticking inside of my head. ‘That… that worthless parasite!’ “Bloody cowards!” I shout, slamming my fists on the table. “I'm going to make her pay for everything.” “What do you want to do about her? I doubt the woman knows anything about the skeletons her husband hides in his closet.” “I don't care.” I reply in a low voice, my gaze pinned on the table. Every muscle in me yearns to flip the district inside out and find her, then make her pay. That treacherous, deceitful bitch. No way in he
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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 should
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