Devyn
“What’s wrong, love? You’ve been deathly quiet since we’ve entered Manhattan.” Kieran asks her when they enter the penthouse underground parking and takes her hand in his. She sighs and looks at him, shrugging. “I have to be honest with Clarissa about what happened to me and who I really am. I can’t keep this from her because she’s my best friend, but I can’t help but wonder if she will even accept me.” Devyn admits as a tear drops from her cheek. She hears Kieran sigh and looks up at him. “Should I tell Ian to take her home? They’re waiting for us the penthouse; I thought it might be a lovely surprise-”
Devyn wraps her arms around him and sobs into his neck. Of course, he would think of coming up with a surprise like this. She shakes her head. “No, please don’t send them away; I want to see her.”
Kieran holds her closer and breathes out a sigh
DevynShe bids farewell to Clarissa and Ian at the elevator and blows a kiss when the door closes. “She told me,” Devyn says, leaning into Kieran’s arms. “She’s told me about the cancer and everything else. She doesn’t want help….” Kieran holds her closer and breathes out a sigh. “I think our Clarissa is done fighting,” he says. Devyn nods at this, thinking back to Clarissa’s words and how the fight had left her entirely. How does one come to terms with the knowledge that they will die in the next few months? Is it a slow process of denial and then acceptance? She hopes that she will never have to find out, not at least until she's old and her children are grown.Speaking of which…“Where’s Killian?” she says suddenly, peering up at Kieran, who looked surprised at the change in mood. “He’s upstairs in his nursery. Do you want to meet h
My father started losing faith in me as a leader when I turned 17, right after Dimitri Baranov’s daughter called off our engagement. I admit that I was stupid when I was younger, I thought the world was my oyster and that everyone needed to bow down to me. How fucking wrong do you think I was?Because of my mistakes, I lost the mantle and my father started training my younger brother to take over after him. I love Cian and would kill anyone who dared to hurt or defy him, so I resigned to being his Enforcer and right hand. It is still a respectable role and I get to take my anger out on anyone late with their payment, but watching my brother fail at every turn pisses me off.I know that in due time my father will ask me to take over as leader, but truth be told, I didn’t want the role anymore. I’m content with my life, not having to live up to my father’s expectations of me - which is why I am currently the only one out with Cian on his b
We didn’t make it inside the hotel room before we started kissing and ripping one another's clothes off. Fucking hell, this woman got my cock hard faster than anyone I have ever been with and right now she was on her knees sucking the life out of me. I fist her hair at the back of her head and force her head down, but she stops just before I can cum.“Not yet, you don’t get to cum in my mouth,” she orders, then crawls on her knees to the bed. The sight of her ass in the air made me want to plunge myself deep inside her and it is driving me crazy. I pick her up from the floor and throw her on the bed, listening to her excited giggle gets me even harder. She points to her glistening pussy and I immediately get what she means. I put a finger inside of her and pop it in my mouth, letting out a groan as I do. “So fuckin’ sweet,” I murmur before diving in. When my tongue meets her wetness, I see stars. I have never tasted a woman so
At noon, I am done for the day and head towards my father’s penthouse. After Cian was born, he moved the family into a villa outside of Manhattan but kept his old place as one for business. I walk towards his office which is open and spot Cian already there. “Ah, Killian,” my father greets me and I walk up to shake his hand. When we are seated he breathes out a sigh and looks at me; now I have a feeling this meeting is about me. “I’m sure you’ve heard about Dimitri’s daughter’s engagement by now,” he says, causing me to frown.“Yes, I ran into Ayden last night at the club. Why? What is this about?”My father nods. “We have been invited to their engagement dinner this evening and then the wedding next month.” I roll my eyes and groan at this. “Are you asking me to go or telling me?” I say, truly not wanting to see that woman again for the rest of my fucking life, bu
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
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
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
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
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