"Take me dangerously," she whispered softly, almost as a moan as I grabbed her ass. I pinned her to the bed, in-between my laps. She gasped at my erection and that only made me want her more! ______ Her definition of him - He's an Arrogant meanie handsome pervert. His definition of her - She's a stupid sexy bar angel. Kiara Kennedy attends a stripper show for a friend and comes in touch with a crazy billionaire Mafia King whom she thinks is a pervert. She isn't his type but strangely, Lucas finds himself drooling at her! After a one night stand, the two meet again! And this time, was it just a coincidence? or fate? Most importantly, Kiara is destined to punish her parents killer but after discovering Love, would she still be able to pull the trigger? Falling in love with a foe wasn't the plan. Damn his sexy figure! Add to your library for updates!
View MoreKiara's pov:Eric was exultant to hear the news. I gave him details of everything I espied and what I think was the reason why he made such a surplus supply. He was like a hungry dog eager to eat bones which are the news I fed him. He didn't care or ask how I was coping with these whole new scenarios or how much it affects my sanity. My options never mattered then and it still doesn't.I dropped the telephone, with a sigh, disappointment laying bricks in me. I lurched when I noticed Lucas approaching me.No, not him again!!!His calamitous eyes rested on mine, perforating holes inside me. Holes repleting skepticism and hatred.I gulped, the tension in me escalating beyond restraint. His impenetrable eyes and inscrutable countenance give little away but I sure knew what would happen next wouldn't be nice."I was just making an urgent call," I explained, without waiting for him to ask. I knew he must have seen me, so lying would only increase his curiosity.He stepped closer to me, tr
Kiara's pov:"What are you? a friend or foe?" The unfamiliar voice repeated, this time the gruffness of his voice doubled.My heart dropped inside my stomach. I felt my breath cease at once as my soul dissipated. I knew I was guilty but was this going to be it?The moment I finally die?Maybe?"I–" I coughed and spluttered, tears coursing down my face."Be reasonable with your answer because both have consequences," He warned, shoving the pistol inside my hair.What does he mean by that? That meant either way I was already trapped."I…I'm a slave," I replied instead, closing my eyes and praying silently that he doesn't pull the trigger."And What's a slave doing here?" He asked.I tried to turn but he fixed the gun firmly on my head. "One shot and you die. Don't try anything funny, raise your hands,"I lifted my hands slowly above my head with trepidation, literally angst.No…I can't die this way.The adrenaline surging through me whispered two words - fight or flight?In my small hea
Kiara's pov:It's been 216 hours since I got here, 9 days since I last contacted Eric and four days since the fainting incident. Yet, no news. There isn't anything strange or beyond the ordinary that I had to report.Everything was going smoothly so far except the part that involves my correlation with Master Lucas Hayes. He grows more haughty and malevolent with each passing day. Always finding fault with everything I do, his harsh criticisms pealing in my ears as my broken heart continues to shatter - tripling my hatred and disgust for him.If anyone was to be blamed for my fainting scenerio, it had to be him. It's clearly his fault because I worked my bones to the core because of his high and rapacious demands.Yesterday, he returned early out of the blue and demanded his lunch be served without delay. Since I had no idea he would be returning earlier than his usuals, I wasn't prepared.I ran helter-skelter about the kitchen, trying to figure out what I should prepare before he b
Kiara's pov:Echoes of gunshots and grenades engulfed the air….Their shrill cries advanced with the choking air, unfurling chaos inside her tiny head and painfully attacking the little girl's sanity.A little girl sat helplessly on the floor, scared as she was being traumatized by the piles of human cadavers lying scattered around, amidst the fire explosion. As the environment got deeply engulfed with hot flames, so did the innocent wails increase, singing a hopeless song. She was just there, her little eyes witnessing the ugly situation. Her eyes were blinded with hot tears, just as her heart shattered into several pieces. No one seemed to have noticed her, for they all seeked solace and their own safety, abandoning the little girl at the mercy of the flames."Mom!!! dad!!!..." She wailed, sobbing.Like a miracle, an elderly man appeared in front of her, his clothes covered in blood from the shootings and war."Don't worry child, mama and papa are in a nice place," he spoke softly,
Kiara's pov:With a heavy heart, I left his room and flounced down the stairs imprecating curses on the day our lives tangled.At the kitchen I resumed my cooking tutorials, with Mama Brown handling the class. I stood beside her, carefully observing every detail she practiced.I wasn't just doing this to impress Lucas, in a way it was for my own good as well. I'd love to garnish my own meals myself as well. "Once the water is boiled, we add the per boiled rice. Check the rice at intervals and ensure it doesn't get burnt. Lucas loathes burnt meals," She warned strictly, adjusting the knobs to control the flames from the cooker.I nodded."Here, select the ingredients for tomato stew." Mama Brown passed a bowl of ingredients towards me.I collected the bowl. Taking a seat, I picked the ingredients and separated them. She had taught me the ingredients to use and I learnt that pretty fast.After selecting the spices to be used, I passed the bowl back to her and helped with chopping the v
Kiara's pov:Just as she was about to step her in, I trapped her foot with the door."Ouch!" She flinched."I'm so sorry, just give me a minute. Step back a little," I apologized, adjusting the door for her to remove her leg. I rested my head on the door, so she wasn't able to see me clearly.She grumbled and pulled her leg out. I shut the door immediately, running over to the bed to get my wig. It wasn't there.It wasn't anywhere."shit! Where are you? come out wigg...I need you…." I murmured needly, my eyes scanning the entire room like a weapon detector. Except I wasn't looking for a weapon but a fucking postiche.Frankly speaking, if I was the wig, I would rather not come out. After all, she had hurled me infuriatingly at the wall last night.After some minutes, I sighted a little ginger colored hair behind the blue silk curtains. Smiling, I picked it up, dusting it carefully as I sauntered towards the framed reflecting surface, forgetting someone was waiting in front of the door
Lucas's pov:I turned on the shower and laid in the tub for a few moments, using a mask to cover my eyes. The tepidness of the water, invigorating my bods, dispersing neutrality. After some minutes of tranquility, with my muscles and joints fully relieved, I stood up from the bathtub and covered my nudity with a towel hung at the hanger stand. But then I noticed a set of white frillies on the hanger as well.I gawped in doubt, completely baffled as to why a female undies was lying attractively on my hanger.I heaved, completely nonplussed due to the improbable sight before me. I took them off the hanger, the feel of the silky fabric on my hands sent tingling sensations over my skin.Damn!"She's so uncoordinated, but yet, she attracts me with her silliness," I smiled, closing the bathroom door.If her undies were here that meant her bag should be somewhere in this room as well. I took my time looking for it until I spotted it under the bed."Very likely of her," I sighed with a chu
Kiara's pov:He was just like Eric. The same oppugnant and ferocious nature, except he had these captivating set of eyes.Eyes that said 'yes' when he actually meant 'No'. Always setting a trap and letting you fall to it. I can't watch myself lose the fingers I used to sign the contract.I knew my moments here were like a timing bomb and I did explode the minute I got caught. Was I scared of death? Fuck! I had sentenced myself to death the moment I agreed to this suicidal mission.Through out that morning, I forced my feeble limbs to work nonstop against it's will since I couldn't imagine sacrificing a fucking finger for some heinous ass hole. By the time it was noon, I got my chance to breathe because staying in the kitchen all day deprived me of air. It was finally leisure time but not completely for me though as I still had some salient issues to handle.This was the perfect time to get my things from his room and not be caught since everyone was in the kitchen cleaning up.I hur
Kiara's pov:"What??!"My eyes almost jutted out as my brows raised high due to the illogical words that pierced into my tympanic membrane.That's totally preposterous. Lucas can't be serious. Does the everything he meant, included his meals as well?"Yes Lizzy, he made it very clear. His clothes, his room, everything single thing relating to him," She explained, as if reading my thoughts while she counted her fingers. "How am I supposed to do that? I don't know how to cook and,-" I asked, making a clear dissentment."That's why we are here; to teach you." Mama Brown replied. "Hey, you both, bring those berries over. How long would it take you two to wash it?" She nagged, questioning the two young girls."We are almost done. Just the calyxes and it's ready," Tamara riposted while Cleopatra dried the fruits with a napkin."Oh, it's here!" Florida ranted, jumping excitedly with her eyes on her phone screen."What? Your boyfriend sent you a present?" Mama Brown teased, brushing her elbo
Living a Rapunzel life wasn't easy, but thankfully, I've survived for 20 years. Years of Pain and Regrets. Years that made me reflect severally on the past, wishing my deceased parents were alive and wanting to avenge my parents planned demise.For the past 23 years, I've known just four rules, and I've lived by them. Making sure not to break any as my survival and safety depended on them.1. Keep your identity a secret.2. Never step out of the house.3. Never fall in love.4. No friends.These rules have become music to my ears to the extent that I dream about breaking them, and I did, unknowingly.Love is unavoidable, just like death is inevitable. Anything can be planned but not love. We just have to accept the truth and live to satisfy not only ourselves but for those we cherish as well, whether it's wrong or right as long as we can pay the price?And what if you can't pay the price? the Mafia world doesn't acknowledge shit!Now, falling in love with my greatest foe, a glamorous
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