She braced herself against the wall, her body bounced with each brutal thrust he pounded into her, his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and she cried out. A devious smile played on her lips, picturing the bruises that would stain her porcelain skin by morning, excitement coursed through her body as she thought of him branding her.
She was ready to take whatever he threw at her, knowing that he was using her body to release his sexual frustration and tension. She adored him with all her heart and soul, only realising how much she adored him when she had the foreboding feeling that she might have lost him forever.
She was a fighter who had won every battle she had been thrust into, and Sedar was no battle; he was the entire damn war, and she was going to win it no matter the cost.
"You will always belong to me, askim," (my love) Sedar said as he ran his hand up her back, burying his fingers in her raven black hair, which he admired so much.
He pul
Sedar sat upright in bed, his back against the headboard, watching the sunrise through the hotel suite's large window. He rubbed his hand across his face, yawning, and lowered his gaze to the woman who simultaneously makes his blood boil and his heart skip a beat. Her naked body was a distraction from the fact that he should have been up and out looking for the bastards who wished to harm her again on his büyük babas orders. As she faced him, she lay on her stomach, her hair sprawled across her pillow. Her brows furrowed in slumber, and he was intrigued to learn what she was dreaming about. He wished he could reach out and run his fingertips up the arch of her spine, watching her wiggle in response to his ticklish touch. He admired her even more as she submitted completely to him for the remainder of the night and into the early hours of this morning. His need for her was fierce, and the notion of random eyes undressing her luscious body when she was legally
Sedar sat in Ezekiels police station office, poring over the files he had passed him from the airport database as he spoke over the loudspeaker with Ozgar. "He continues to refuse to speak, regardless of how hard the guard you paid on the inside tries to convince him," Ozgar's voice filled the office, joined by Sedar muttering. "If no new information is received by the end of tomorrow, it may be time to switch to plan B. The longer they remain out there, the more my wife is a sitting duck waiting to be captured." "I'm going to double her security detail and continue to assist on this side," Ozgar said as he hung up. Sedar rose from his chair, rubbing his stiff neck as the small office made him feel claustrophobic. He paid no attention as Ezekiel entered the office through the open door, carrying two Starbucks coffees and two bagels from across the street. Ezekiel took in Sedar's demeanour and expressed the same sentiments. It was as if
Sedar stood outside his wife's hotel suite later that evening, waiting for her to emerge. He had arranged for a renowned chief to visit and prepare a five-course meal for them. He had requested that the front desk arrange for someone to decorate his suite and make it more intimate for dining, as he was unable to take her out. When the door finally jerked open and his gaze fell on hers, he was rendered speechless, his eyes wide and his body stiff. Standing before him was the most elegant version of his wife he'd ever seen; she was dressed in a long gold sequin gown that hugged her figure in all the right places, with her breasts threatening to spill over the seams and a long split running up to her upper thigh in the skirt. Her skin was radiant, her cheeks naturally flushed, and his eyes couldn't help but notice her breasts appeared larger; he simply assumed it was due to the dress being achingly tight. He had to literally pick his jaw up off the ground and wi
Sedar was startled awake when he was struck in the face; he awoke to the faint sound of his wife screaming in her sleep as she continued to toss and turn in his arms. He pried them to their sides, drawing her flush against his front as he spooned her and spoke in a firm tone to rouse her from her night terror. "Askim, return to me with your mind clear and your heart unscathed." He kept repeating till she began to stir, hiccupping as she fought to recover her breath from the tears she had wept. "Sedar? I'm afraid of dying," she cried. Her body convulsed uncontrollably. "I will put my life on the line before allowing anything to happen to you, and if I die, you can bet your precious esek that I will be resurrected just to take the bastards to hell with me." He muttered, leaving no room for her to question him. "The night terrors will never go away, my past will never let me forget, and my future of terror-free living will always be a distant dre
"DUR!!!!" (STOP!!) He yelled out as he handed Mercedes his phone and unbuckled his belt. "Call for help!" He said as he waited for the Jeep to come to a complete standstill and pushed open the car door. He bolted towards the car wreck in which Zeynep was trapped in. She clutched the phone with trembling hands, her vision blurred by tears streaming down her cheeks as her bottom lip trembled in time with her hands. She turned her head a second time and noticed the atmosphere was thick with black smoke and the horn was blaring. "And, of course, my lovely granddaughter." She jumped, tears streaming down her cheeks as she recognised the voice on the other end of the phone. She gulped as she slowly faced the phone, as though starring in a suspense film. "Surprise, oh, shock, shock, shock!!" Sedars büyük baba laughed, his face filling the phone's screen. "That little stunt I just performed was merely a warm-up. You inform your husband upon his return
Sedar returned to the jeep, opening the boot, and drew out an air compressed bag containing a new shirt. He pulled the piece of clothing over his shoulders and buttoned it up after removing his damaged one. He stuffed the ripped garment into the boot and cleaned himself as best as he could with a little packet of cleansing wipes he kept in his travelling bag. He secretly praised the Gods that Zeynep made it by the skin of her teeth as he furiously cussed out his büyük baba. He slammed the boot and took one final glimpse at the car wreckage the emergency services were containing and slowly rolled his aching shoulders back. He was experiencing a wide range of emotions, and his head was pounding from a growing migraine. He had no idea that his büyük baba was a deranged nut with a posse of goons working for him, and it made him wonder what kind of life his büyük baba led before his baba died. Or, why was he willing to kill his bloodline to get his hands on Sedars legacy?
Mercedes leant against the window of the small bedroom in the hotel suite in Ponsonby where they were currently staying. She combed her tangled hair with her fingers, wishing Sedar had allowed her to shower before the doctor arrived. Her body shook as her mind wandered; the tears that spilt from her tear ducts demonstrated the toll that the constant life-threatening situation had taken on her. Her thoughts kept repeating the bullet striking the road where the pool of oil leaked, and she wondered where it had come from and the magnitude of such a small object obliterating everything it brushed, altering time in the blink of an eye, which is all it took when it ignited against the pool of oil with the intentions of claiming Zeynep. She despised the fact that she loved Sedar with a potent passion as if she were a junkie on a bad trip. However, her heart knew what it wanted, and who was she to deny herself of love? She yawned and touched the chain around her neck
Sedar dashed towards her, sliding on the ground as he examined her with the words 'Please, not my baby' running through his mind. As he stood with his wife in his arms, his heart was beating in his ears, distorting his world. As she cried out in pain, he staggered towards the door, holding her close to his chest. "Get the jeep ready, notify the hospital that we're on our way, and notify Ezekiel that his 'kid' has been targeted once more!" He bellowed out, his words bouncing off the wall and reverberating in his ears. They exited the elevator car, jumped into the waiting Jeep, and sped away. The hospital was only a few minutes away, but it felt like an eternity as they zoomed past traffic, running yellow lights, and tooting at cars to drive faster or move out of the way. A nurse stood at the double doors with a wheelchair in her hands, a female doctor in a white coat, and Ezekiel was waiting for them outside of the emergency department when the Jeep came to a
Five wonderful years later... "Alex!!" Mercedes yelled and dashed downstairs as quickly as her feet would let her without stumbling. She entered the living room "Alex, Alex! Come on, darling, it's time for your bath, and if you don't hurry up and get out, it'll become cold." She sighed and put her hand on her head, puzzled as to where the little brat had vanished to. The front door opened as she made her way to the foyer, pausing to rub the aching in her lower back. Her mouth watered as her husband walked through the door, accompanied by an army of men barking orders. Desire pooled in her panties; it was visions like this that had landed her in her current state, twice. She had no idea how much watching her husband boss people around would turn her on. She bit her lower lip, her nipples hardening against her white top, and she let out a faint moan, drawing Sedar's entire attention. He came to a halt, gesturing with his hand for his army of mobsters behind him to be quiet. With a
It's been two weeks since her fated soulmate got down on one knee and proposed to her. Mercedes could swear she blinked and was thrown into the future, she spent day and night planning for this day, jotting down her visions and ridiculous requests in her custom-made wedding planner Sedar had created for her. Zeynep insisted on including everything in the album while she and Neriman oversaw the execution of her dream wedding. They didn't want her stressing out due to the little bundle of joy growing in her swelling womb. She was eager to see how everything came together, forming dozens of butterflies in her stomach and she couldn't wait to see the look on Sedar's face as she approaches him with Ezekiel at her side while they make their way down the aisle. But for now, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, her hands running down the front of her cream mermaid, strapless gown. She couldn't stop the grin from growing larger as the pain in her cheeks incre
"Mercedes Winterburn, Your eyes are the first thing I want to see in the morning before the sun rises, and those luscious deep red lips are the last thing I want to feel as I close my eyes and drift off to sleep each night with you wrapped in my arms." He said with a husky accent, nervously inhaling and exhaling. "I'm aware that our contract marriage has been nothing short of a wild ride, and it's during that wild ride that I've fallen in love with you to the point where I'm willing to rip open my chest and give you my heart for eternity." His voice cracked as he watched her cry, hoping they were happy tears because the sight of her crying in the moonlight killed him. "I fell in love with my life the moment I fell in love with you, and I promise you that no one will work harder or cherish you as much as I will to ensure your happiness. With this ring, will you make an honest man of me and marry me with your heart?" He held his breath, watching her with his sky blue eyes, pleading to
'Do you see that spoiled young man over there?' Neriman whispered to Mercedes, pointing to the youngster loitering at the corner table, surrounded by the waiting staff. Mercedes let her gaze follow to where Neriman was pointing. "Oh, I see him, even, through the crowd of staff he sticks out like a sore thumb," Mercedes scoffed, shaking her head with disgust as she avoided making direct eye contact with him when his gaze briefly fell on theirs. Neriman quickly steered them away from the table that led to the back, where all the magic would take place once Sedar was finished. "He is the first son of the country's biggest drug lord, well, his family is like royalty in the Türk mafyasi, (Turkish Mafia) he still sucks on his annes (mothers) tit, bleeding her dry because his baba won't let him back into the family business after violating his oath," Neriman explained. "His baba, (father) Ihsan Kartal, is the one who will attempt to overthrow Sedar and claim his emp
As the black midnight skies cloaked the abandoned street, the restaurant lit up the atmosphere, radiating tones of light that could be seen a mile away. When the car came to a standstill, Sedar exited the Jeep and stood by the door, waiting for Mercedes to place her hand in his and allow him to escort her to the front entrance. While raindrops fell from the sky, men lined up along the red carpet, holding black umbrellas as the flickering lights from the cameras lit up the walkway as the press went crazy for snapshots of the guests attending. She felt like Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike midnight, her carriage to transform into a pumpkin, and cute mice to appear as she loses her glass slipper, fleeing the dream that will quickly turn into a nightmare. She let out a small yelp after pinching herself to ensure she wasn't still trapped in her fantasy dream, and when she didn't wake up, she closed her eyes and marvelled at her life. "Are you al
Since leaving the hospital and returning to Istanbul, the press has hung around the house and company like a bad smell, scavenging for whatever information they can get their hands on.It's been just over a month since that fateful night, two weeks since Ezekiel joined them in Turkey following his escape from the country, and just a few hours until Sedar gets down on one knee and pops the big question.He took a personal day off from work and spent the majority of the morning making love to the woman who makes his heart sing and his body strum like live wires to a Destiny's harp. They were given the green light by the specialist to act on their sexual urges four days ago since the pills she was prescribed were working well and her uterine lining was nice and thick.He was having difficulty keeping up with her beneath their bedsheets, in the shower, against the wall, and even in the office, on his sofa or desk. Her sexual appetite was out of this world, but he ma
"Could you please tell me what became of my abla, Emel?" He inquired of Ezekiel, his eyes widening with a genuine interest in her well-being. "She will not be permitted to return to the country, but I deleted the footage from the laptop's hard drive to give her time to gather her belongings and fly back to Istanbul on your jet." He explained as he sat up in his chair. "You did that for her?" Sedar inquired, his face and words contorted with shock. "Yes, we must protect our own until the bitter end, don't we?" He looked both of them in the eyes, unsure if they shared his views on loyalty. "Evet," (yes) they both nodded in unison. "What if they discover you tampered with evidence?" Ozgar inquired, concerned for his job as a detective. "This is where you two come into play." He flatly stated. "I'm going to need your private jet to get out of here." His gaze was fixed on Sedar. "And I'll require your connections to gain permanent entry int
Three days later.... Sedar was taken off the hyperbaric oxygen treatment two days ago, and ever since, Mercedes has been a thorn by his side. While she slept next to him on his hospital bed, she had her leg draped across his torso, her head resting on his chest as she slept to the beat of his heart, and her arm encircled around his neck. This was her following the doctor's orders; she expended her bed rest in the hospital, laying in bed with her husband, and she couldn't care less what anyone had to say. As far as she was concerned, He was HER husband, the father of HER child, and the man who held HER heart in the palms of his hands and that's all that mattered to her until Sedar awoke from his slumber, She knew deep down that no one would bother her as long as she had a certain detective or lawyer by her side 24/7 and each time a nurse suggested for her to go home and rest or leave Sedar's side, a low growl filled the room, resulting in the nurses wa
Mercedes stood outside Sedar's hospital room, gazing out the window with her heart on her shoulder and ready to crumble at any moment. She fought back tears, knowing she was supposed to be on bed rest and had no intention of complying with the doctor's orders until she received confirmation that her husband was stable. She rested her hand against the cold glass window, resting her head against her hand, and inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. "If there is one thing I want you to understand, my love... It would have to be that I am insanely in love with you," She guffawed at her admission. "When I consider a future with you and a half-dozen crazy little Sedars running through our house, my heart sings a melody with your name ciphered into it and my body murmurs with peace." Her voice trembled. "Please, please... find your way back to us." She pleaded. "Hey, Mercedes," she exclaimed as a hand rested on her shoulder, "Üzgùnüm." (I'm sorry) In a soothing tone, a fa