Kieran
He watched her racing up the stairs and felt a pull in his chest. What was it about this woman that had him lusting like a fucking teenage boy? Ever since she appeared in his club, he hasn’t been able to think straight. He even offered to make her his, and she turned him down.
Shaking his head, he walked back inside the club and immediately rounded the corner straight into his sub, Marley. She flashed him a knowing smile, but he just pushed her to the side.Then he got an idea.“Room, now.” He ordered and saw her perk up instantly. Maybe a good fuck would pull his mind out of the fog that Devyn put him under. Marley and her willing body usually made him cool off.
He turned towards the private rooms and spotted Devyn out of the corner of his eye. She was busy speaking to a man, and he had his arm around her waist, but from this angle, it looked as if he was grasping her a bit too rough. This caused him to frown; cDevynDevyn watches Kieran’s back as he walks away after kissing her, then slides down onto the floor in shock. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to complicate things further, just when she found a semblance of happiness and belonging? She wonders if she really provoked this attraction as he claimed. After they met in the alley, she couldn’t get him out of her head, especially after he had stood so close to her.When she saw him walking out of the rooms, their eyes met and she held his gaze as she danced. Not once did he break the connection. When she concluded her dancing, she realized that the entire room must have seen this exchange. Marley would certainly kill her after this, this was why she had left so abruptly.Running her fingers through her thick red curls, she stood up. “I can’t be here,” she says out loud and walks towards Ross’ office.After telling him she was feeling sick and tha
Devyn Devyn has been awake since 6 am, staring at her bedroom ceiling. Tonight was her performance at The Siren Song, and she felt surprisingly confident about it. Singing was her life, she didn’t care about ‘making it’ as a famous singer’ she just wanted to perform for people. Being on stage was like a drug to her, which is why she enjoyed dancing at The Rabbit Hole. She was essentially ‘performing’. She drags herself out of bed and runs her fingers through her hair as she walks towards the kitchen for some coffee. She had a pretty good feeling about tonight, for some reason she felt as if it would change her life. Shaking her head with a smile, she pours herself a cup of freshly roasted coffee. Clarissa must have been up early to make this. As she sat down, her thoughts go back to the conversation she had with Clarissa the previous evening. She knew her happiness did not lay at The Rabbit Hole or with Kieran Teague, but knew she had to make
Light applause follows Devyn as she leaves the stage and heads towards the bar counter, keeping her head down. The man she had tried to keep out of her mind was here and had watched her performance with a look of wonder in his eyes.Why was Kieran here? And why had he looked at her like that?“One glass of wine, please.” She orders before taking a seat on the barstool and rubs her temples. Her performance had gone smoothly, and she was happy with the whole gig, but the way it ended left her with knots in her stomach.“Devyn,” she hears the voice of Ian behind her and turns around, only to stare straight into the face of Kieran. “See, I told you she was amazing,” Ian says and nudges him lightly.“She was exquisite,” Kieran replies softly, pinning her with his lust-filled gaze once more. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks; Kieran was Ian’s boss!“This is your boss?” She asks
After arriving home, Devyn heads towards the kitchen. She needed coffee, and she needed it made strong. Kieran wanted her, but he needed her to say the words. Would she be so bold as to do that? She pours her coffee and leans over the counter, thinking about what happened between her and Kieran. The things he made her feel with a kiss alone pale compared to what any other man had made her feel in the past. She sighs, then takes a sip of her coffee. Clarissa would be working late tonight because of Marley not pitching, so she would be exhausted when she gets home later. How would her friend take this newest development with Kieran? Would she even dare to tell her? Things were happening so fast in her life lately, she wasn’t sure which way was up. “I saw you tonight,” Devyn feels a chill down her spine at the voice behind her. It can’t be… they just had the locks changed! She turns around and braces herself; Nathan stood there with a reckless in
They’ve arrived at the underground parking lot of one of Manhattan’s premier apartment buildings. Devyn looks over at Kieran in the driver’s seat, “What exactly do you do for a living? There is no way you make your money from a BDSM and Jazz club alone.” She asks him and heard him chuckle. “Let’s save that conversation for another time, hun.” He says and parks the car in what she noticed was a VIP parking. It seems everything Kieran deals with is “VIP”. He comes to a halt and gets out of the car, walking around to the passenger side then opening the door for her. “Thank you,” she says as she gets out of the car. He held out his hand for her to take and she reciprocated. What was she doing? Was it wise going with someone who just shot her ex in the head? She realised that it was a bit too late to turn back now seeing as the elevator doors just closed behind her. Kieran was being exceptionally quiet right now and it started to unnerve her tremendously. Should she say s
KieranHe lets go of Devyn and releases a strained groan as his cock slides out of her. That may have been the most average sex he’s ever had, but the passion behind it had blown his mind. She looks up at him, all coy and embarrassed, as a blush covers her cheeks. He knew she tried to fight the attraction she felt towards him; he did as well, but in the end, he had to have her. She was too much of a temptation to let her go.Pulling down a hand towel from next to the shower, he hands it to her, and she cleans herself up. After disposing of it, she turns to him and he feels the anxiety radiating from her as she subconsciously moves to cover her supple body. Kieran frowns at this. “We just had sex, Devyn. There’s no reason to be shy and hide your gorgeous body from me.” He says and walks towards her, putting his hands on her hips. She shakes her head. “It shouldn’t have happened that way,” she says and walks away
Devyn Devyn opens her eyes and could immediately feel the start of a heavy migraine that would plague her day. Groaning, she sits up and takes in her surroundings, feeling momentarily stunned. Then she remembers the gun, the blood and her shower with Kieran. Trauma does weird things to you, you either live through it and suffer in silence, or you seek help in the form of another person. For years Devyn chose the former, wearing a smile on her face when she knew she was dying inside. But last night things had been different; she confided in someone, and by confiding she meant she let Kieran fuck her brains out. Thinking back to last night, she feels a sudden blush fill her cheeks, and she lays back down on the bed. She hardly ever blushed or played coy, but Kieran seems to bring that out in her. He had claimed her last night, and she said yes to him - she was his new submissive. How would that work though? He was her boss and n
As soon as they pull up outside her apartment building, Devyn’s heart beats wildly. The last time she was here, she had a gun to her throat. Kieran sees her pale and turns towards her, “If you’re uncomfortable with coming back here, we can leave, love.” He says and takes her hand in his, but she shakes her head. “This is my home. If I don’t face my demons now, I never will.” She says and notices the gleam in Kieran’s eyes.“That’s my girl,” he remarks with a smile before getting out and opening the door for her. “I won’t go in with you, Clarissa would have an aneurysm.” He says before giving her a kiss on her cheek and getting back into his car. Giving her one last smile and wink, he drives off in that extremely flashy car of his.Devyn braces herself, takes a deep breath and enters her apartment building. She knew Clarissa was bouncing off the walls with curiosity already and would wan
I sit across from the woman who was my fascination for so long and now has grown into the love of my life. I never knew what this feeling was when I first started seeing her as more than the woman I thought I despised. Now I realise how foolish I was before.“Are you going to eat or keep staring?” she asks me after placing a forkful of pasta in the mouth. I chuckle and shake my head. “Sorry, just day dreaming.”“Hopefully, it’s about me?” She says, finishing off the last of her favourite meal. I roll my eyes. “When isn’t it about you?” Ah, fuck, we sound like a couple of teenagers, but I fucking love it. Anastasiya grins and stands up, leaning over the kitchen table with her swollen belly. “Does that mean I’m in your nightmares as well?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, and I put the last forkful of pasta in my mouth. “You bet your ass that you are.”
Anastasiya“She’s not awake yet?”“No, she’s been out since we brought her in. The fucker did quite a number on her.”Wait, why did the voice sound so familiar? Oh, no! Martin will kill me if there are uninvited guests! I need to get up. I need-“Thank God you spoke to Dimitri about this, Killian! She would be dead by now if you didn’t!”“Killian…?” I murmur, my throat feeling as dry as parchment and my eyes struggling to open. I realise that I’m lying on my side and turn my head, opening my eyes straight into the green pair that haunts my dreams.“Hey, Princess,” he says with a smile and strokes my hair. “How’re you feeling?”What? “Killian? Why… Why are you here? What happened?” I stutter with a hoarse voice. The last thing I remember was hearing a bang before fading out. It usually happens
With my heart sitting in my fucking ass, I knock on Dimitri’s office door, and he tells me to enter. A small smile crosses his lips when he looks up from his laptop and sees me. “So finally you’ve conceded, eh?” He says with a chuckle as we shake hands.I shrug. “The old man wants to retire soon; it’s only fair,” I say with a smile, and we take our respective seats. “To cut a long story short, the Bratva members who are inching in on your territory are based in Washington. They’re looking to take out every trace of the Westies in Hell's Kitchen, but I have shown no reason as to why.” Dimitri starts.“I know why; the shipments from Dubai. We’re the only ones receiving a direct line from Tarian, and we get the cleanest cut. That’s the only thing I can think of.” I say.Dimitri sits back in his chair and sighs. “I suppose, and since DiMarco receives a similar shipment
I watch as she walks away from me for what would be the last time and savour it. Anastasiya felt the same way about me, but there’s nothing either of us can do about it anymore. She belonged to a fucking politician now.Deciding to put this mess behind me, I get in my car and hightail it out of there. There’s no use in sticking around now that I’ve had a final taste of my forbidden fruit - and oh, how sweet she was.I can still taste her long after I leave the Baranov mansion, still hear her moaning my name and gagging on my cock. How the fuck did we gravitate back towards one another after our shitty relationship in school? If only I weren’t such a little shit back then, that would have been me in place of that fucking politician.They say regret usually comes too late, and right now, I am filled to the brim with it.Even if I managed to find someone else in the future, no one would compare to her; Anastasiya was it for me, and as
AnastasiyaOf course, it's positive. Dakota tells me not to worry, and obviously, I do. I am a mess of nerves throughout my getting dressed, the ride to the wedding, the vows, and congratulations. Having my father walk me down the aisle brought me to tears, and a bittersweet emotion clouds my heart. He will no longer have me in his life, and it hurts like hell.I hate to say it, but I am no longer Anastasiya Baranova; I am now Anastasiya Ackermann.Just like that, my powerful underworld name fell away, and now it is replaced with a politician’s. I know my father needs me to do this, and it is my way of making it up to him, so I plaster on a fake smile and push through. The wedding is well attended with many famous faces - both of the mafia underworld and political parties. Even a few celebrities were here, some I did not invite.I had changed out of my huge wedding dress and am now wearing a comfortable strapless eveni
AnastasiyaI walk over to them and place a hand on Dakota’s shoulder. “Hey, are you okay, Dee?” I ask, not sure what to ask in any case. She nods, then wipes her tears away. “I’m just overwhelmed. I didn’t expect Dylan to say all those things or even know all those things.” I nod and rub her back. “You have a tough boy there, babe. Also, you don’t have to push yourself; if being here and around my brother is this hard, you don’t have to be here for the wedding.” Dakota’s head whips up, and she shoots me a glare. “I’m the maid of honour; of course I have to be here! Also, Ayden doesn’t affect me as much as you think, Ana. I was more worried about what he would have done to Dylan.” She says and cups her son’s cheek.“I wouldn’t have allowed him to do anything to either of you. But, Dee, we will need to introduce him to my fath
Anastasiya“Open the gate!”“What? Why- oh my God, are you here?!”A giggle from the other side. “Yes, doofus, now open!”I kill the call and run downstairs; Dakota is here! Oh my God, my best friend is here! I haven’t seen her since she checked into rehab after Ayden’s abuse; her parents then sent her to a private school, and she worked for a few years at her mother’s fashion house in Paris. We’ve kept in contact, though.Running out of the mansion doors, I see her Bugatti Veyron pull up and sprint towards her. We shriek as we see one another and run into each other’s arms, crying like babies.I then push her away and take in the sight of her, sighing as I do so - she looked exactly like her mother—Blonde, curvaceous, perfect size 10, tall, blue eyes - gorgeous.“You look amazing, Dr Dereon!” I say, giving her anoth
AnastasiyaWhy did this have to happen, and why with him?! How could I have been so goddamn stupid to think I could slip out for one last night of freedom, and now I’m stuck with him constantly in my thoughts.His hands all over my body, his face in between my legs, his hand gripping my throat as he pounded away inside of me… Fuck, it was the best night of my life.Argh! This is annoying! How do I forget about him?! He pisses me off to no end, and now he’s seen a part of me I’ve always kept hidden. HIM! The bastard who made a fool of me on my first day at St Leonard's. I know he’s hated me all this time since I was the one who called off our engagement. Trust me; the feeling is mutual.How did I not recognise him? He doesn’t look that much different from our high school days, except for his hair colour and tattoos on his face. It must have been the alcohol clouding my damn judgement.God, I need
Everything is fuzzy on the drive home. I'm not even sure how I managed to drive back to Hell's Kitchen, much less shower and get into bed. What the fuck is wrong with me?Anastasiya Volkova is the reason I am no longer in line to take over from my father. She's the one who rejected our engagement in high school and made me look like a fool in front of my family. I must admit I was a little asshole back then, but it didn't warrant her rejection of our engagement.Fuck sakes, I need to get her out of my mind; it would do no good to dwell on the night we shared together.I sit back on my couch with a Scotch in my hand and breathe out a sigh. What the hell happened to Anastasiya when she left St Leonards? She used to be this prim and proper girl who used her name to get places. It seems like Amaranthe's death took its toll on her, a little more than I thought.It’s understandable, I guess since she was very close to her mother, but to completely