I slowly start to stir, groaning as I roll to my side and rub my eyes. As I pull back the curtains to my glassy, tired irises, I take in my surroundings and sit up.
This isn't my room.
My brows furrow as soft sob escapes between my trembling lips. All the emotions I felt before I passed out, come crashing back like a Tsunami slamming into the shoreline, eradicating everything in its path.
A lone tear rolls down the side of my cheek and I violently wipe it away with the back of my hand. I am on borrowed time, I don't have the luxury to sit in this bed and cry over my son. My tears are better spilt when I have him in my arms.
I throw back the sheets and exit the room, wandering down a hallway as I follow the sound of voices speaking in hushed tones.
They lead me to a large door that has been left ajar; I stand next to it, attempting to maintain silence while listening to what they are saying.
"Are you sure he is your so
Two days later...I sit next to Aydem at his large conference table as he addresses his staff and goes over the new design of his shoe.These past two days have gone by quickly in a blur. If someone was to ask me what I had eaten for dinner last night, I wouldn't be able to answer them because I don't remember.Shit...I can't even remember if I did eat.[My love?] "Askim?" Aydems honey-coated voice breaks through my trance and pulls me back to my demise of a reality.I tilt my head to the side as I look up at him. His eyes are full of concern as he frowns."Are you alright?" He asks me discreetly, placing his large hand on my upper thigh and giving it a light squeeze.I sniffle, "Yes," I lie through the skin of my teeth.His eyes narrow into thin slits along with his desirable lips. "Everyone leave, now." He says in a rough tone not to be questioned with.Everyone that sits at the ta
An hour or two ago, I was threatened to sit in the back of Jacob's black Mercedes-Benz. After he had forced me into the back seat of his sedan, he forced me to conceal my eyes behind a black silk scarf. Plummeting me into a world of darkness. Imprisoning me in my state of fear without a sense of where he is taking me. [It's a shame you've become a traitor to our family, Mila.] "È un peccato che tu sia diventata un traditore della nostra famiglia, Mila." He said, taking my chin in his hand as his grip tightened he snarled. "Such a waste of a beautiful woman." He clicked his tongue. I swallowed thickly, "The men in my family would have never raped me." I said with bitterness. "Or stood by and watched as Trent cruelly objectified me in front of hundreds of men through a live stream. I bet your mamas would be proud of the men they raised!" Excruciating pain suddenly spread across the left side of my face. The bastard had
His cock brushes the side of my cheek as a sickening sound of a skull-cracking fills the air. I fall on my ass, and his large body falls on top of me. Crushing me. I scream, trying my best to push his limp body off me and slowly start hyperventilating as I become paralyzed with fear that he is going to crush me to death. [Treasure?] "Tesoro," A raspy voice calls out to me as a loud clanking sound of a shovel hits the ground. Ace! "A..Ace," I cry out, "Is that you?" [Yes] "Si, it's me. You have to be quiet or they will know I escaped." His voice sounds strained and full of tormented pain. Jacob's body gradually rolls off to the side of me and the whole time Ace is pushing him, I can hear him groaning like he is finding the last ounce of strength to push Jacob off me. I roll over to my side, coughing and I glance back over my shoulder to look at Ace. "Thank-" The words f
No one tells you that your life can change within a blink of an eye, by meeting the wrong man, making one bad decision or doing what you believe is right, but typically turns out to be the complete opposite.They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade...Whoever came up with that quote needs to be uppercut.How the fuck can I make lemonade in the predicament I now find myself in?No, fuck that and fuck the lemonade.What you need to do is, throw those damn rotten lemons back into the face of life."Well, angel?" Castello hums, bringing me back to my cruel reality."It's not easy trying to fit everything I want to say in one sentence," I reply in a snarky tone.[Still as dramatic as ever] "Ancora drammatico come sempre." He retucks the gun into his jeans, reaches over, and drags me to my feet, and I watch as Ace's lifeless body rolls onto the concrete in an awkward posture."I do
Aydems POV. I reach the ground floor, scanning the lobby as I walk out the revolving doors and into the free-flowing foot traffic right outside my company. As I unbutton my suit jacket, Gerald opens the back passenger door of the SUV. I peer inside expecting to visually devour Mila's beautiful face. "Where is Clara?" I ask him with a scowl etching deeply into my complexion and I thank the Gods that Mila's alias name rolled off the tip of my tongue so effortlessly. Gerald looks back at me with confusion, "I'm sorry Mr Burak, but, Clara has not come out of the building." His voice is full of apprehension. I turn around and look back the way I just came. "I told her to meet me downstairs. I thought she would have been here by now." I mutter with annoyance as I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. This is not the moment for her to desert me. Essentially, after she has just provided a significant piece of inform
My toes sink into the scorching black sand, and I groan with the slight pain that's left in its wake with each dreadful step I take. The air smells of saltwater, seagulls fly above me squawking and the drumming of merciless waves breaking against the shoreline fills my ears. It's a perfect scenery for a summer's day. Only it's not summer, nor is it anything close to a perfect day. Guilt bites at the edges of my heart. If I had simply kept my mouth shut, the Russian family's princess would still be alive, and I would not be the one dragging her lifeless body along the hot sand that burns my bare feet and soul at the same time. "I suggest you put your back into it and hurry up if you still expect Sandro to be alive by the time we return to the bach," Castello mutters, flicking his zip lighter open and shut as he casts his gaze out towards the ruthless ocean. I stop pulling on the princess's feet wiping the beading swe
I observe a faint shadow cast over me as I hide my head with my hands and crush my shaking body against the tree. A growl that I am all too familiar with fills my ears and my heart sinks. [How the fuck did this bastard find us?] "Come cazzo ci ha trovato questo bastardo?" Trent grounds out through gritted teeth as he yanks me to my feet. I scream when my back collides with the tree trunk. He holds a knife to my throat, and his bruised face is only a whisper from mine. "Today we will both die, Mila. Your precious Ace is dead, you will be next and Aydem will be assassinated by the Bratva. They have been informed that the Turkish fuckers slit their princesses throat while she slept." He says grimly. Trent twists his neck to the side, looking into the distance of where he believes the bullets are soaring from. I close my eyes, wishing I were somewhere else except here. With him and with the knife's blade pressing firmly
I wait for the knife to make contact with my chest and pierce my heart, which is hammering relentlessly. My rapid breathing drowns out the sounds in my immediate vicinity.I feel Trent's body leave mine.The weight of my troubles is abruptly lifted from my torso and I can take my next breath with ease.Long and deep which fills my lungs with salty air.I open my eyes and shock washes over me as I watch Aydem dragging Trent across the sand with his forearm wrapped tightly around Trent's throat.Aydem releases Trent, shoving him forward.Trent staggers forward until he regains his balance. He turns to confront Aydem and is surprised to see him lunge forward and tackle him to the ground. He lets out a loud grunt as Aydem hits Trent in the face with his closed hand.Aydem does it again and again, and the horrific sound of flesh smashing flesh surges through the air between us with each time his knuckles make contact with
TWENTY-ONE YEARS LATER... "Where is Sandro?" I turn at the firm sound of my husband's voice, my nerves flutter in my stomach as I bite on my lower lip. "I believe he's in his room, dear," I state nervously. "Is he ready?" Aydem asks as he flicks out his hand and looks at his expensive gold watch. "He's still just a kid." "He's the heir to the throne of our family empire, and it's time for him to take his place." I look past his shoulder, shaking my head at our youngest daughter, Asli as she attempts to enter the living room. "I know. He was born for this and you have spent most of his life preparing him for it... But-" "But, you're his mother, and naturally you can't help but worry about his wellbeing." Aydem crosses the room, devouring the distance between us in no time and pulls me into his comforting arms. Twenty glorious years with this man hasn't diminished the power o
I lay motionless in our bed as I hear Aydem softly enter our room; he turns on the ensuite light, filling the room with a yellow glow before quietly closing the door behind him.The sound of cascading water sweeps through the room, I roll over and look at the time, it's six in the morning, and he's just stumbling through the door now.I throw back the duvet, swing my legs over the side of the bed and I open the door, leaning against the threshold as mists of condensation gather in the room."Good morning, dear," I utter, watching him through the glass screen as he lathers his body with soapHe comes to a halt for a split second, casting a glimpse over his shoulder before resuming his washing. "Günaydın, askim." [Goodmorning, my love.] He replies gruffly, placing the soap back onto the dish, he places his hands on the wall and bows his head as he lets the water wash away the sins he has committed.Sins on my behalf.
AYDEMs POV... I watch as my sassy wife exits the barn with a bounce to her step, and her perky ass swaying side to side. Gods! She has no idea of the internal frustration and hunger I battle with on the inside for her on a daily. Releasing a sigh that is heavy with animosity, I turn around to look at the work of art she's left behind on Castello's chest. I can't help but scrunch my nose, rubbing a hand over my own chest, as I can presently feel his agony. His head lulls side to side, and I step forward, kicking his leg with the tip of my shoe. "Oh, no you piece of bok! [shit!]. You can not pass out before the party has begun." I sneer, drawing my arm back, I drive it forward and slap him across the face with my open hand. The beautiful sound of flesh, hitting flesh, sweeps throughout the brightly lit barn. Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the
Aydem and I walk hand in hand into the barn.Upon our arrival, we are greeted by Neriman who has Castello tied to a wooden chair. Blood spills from his fresh bullet wounds, as crimson liquid stains the hay that is randomly scattered across the ground.Castello grunts as he raises his head, new bruises in the shades of blue, purple and black as well as a cut lip mar his features. In my opinion, he deserves far worse and I have the perfect method that will have him screaming like a little bitch that hides beneath his cool, calm and collected demeanour.Neriman approaches us, and she begins to communicate with Aydem in their mother tongue. In the meantime, I take the pleasure to allow my eyes to continue observing the Italian scum in the vicinity. His usually pristine iron pressed attire is covered in filth and he is missing one of his extremely overpriced shoes.He still looks like a smug son of a bitch who would be a joy to break.
He pulls back, gazing down at me. "When you play with fire, askim. [my love] You are bound to get burned, scorched or fried. If you ever pull this bok [shit] again. I will bind you to our bed, and you will never be allowed to leave the room again." He growls, and I know he means every word."I know you mean well and I'm sorry," I say as I search his eyes. "But this was the only option we had. I had to use myself as bait."[No.] "Hayir, you didnt." He says coldly and I don't like the sound of his tone."I did." I snap, stepping out of his embrace. "If I didn't see him, Aydem. Who is to say he would not have followed us back to the villa where our son is sleeping and your cousins live with their children?" Placing my hands on my hips, I run the tip of my tongue over my top teeth. "He could have returned and figured out the layout of the villa as well as everyone's schedule," I explain trying to justify my actions.His eyes narrow as he blows air out of his
Slowly sipping on my glass of red wine as I look at Aydem over the rim, a small smile curves on the corners of my mouth.Setting his utensils down on his plate, he picks up his crystal glass with whiskey on the rocks and takes a sip from it, his eyes never leaving mine."You keep looking at me like that askim [my love], I'll have no choice but to take you right here, on this table, in front of all these people." He says roughly, setting his glass back down on the table.I place my glass of wine back down on the table too, "Is that a promise?" I ask seductively, leaning over the table.A lopsided smirk stains his gorgeous face, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He chuckles, rubbing the side of his jaw.I get up from my seat and walk over to him, running my fingers through his hair as I settle on his lap. "Yes and No." I state honestly, leaning in, "I'd rather you take me in the bathroom where there won't be an audience." I whisper in
AYDEMS POV...THREE DAYs LATER...This time, I am aware of her presence even before I open the curtains to reveal my emerald green eyes. The very eyes she has the tendency to tell me how much she admires.I let out a little grunt, aware that my wife is watching as I gradually emerge from the darkness that refuses to release me.My wife...Ah, Gods, that sounds so fucking refreshing.Scrubbing a hand over my face, "Afternoon, askim." [my love.] I mutter into my pillow.Yes, you heard me right. I said afternoon, not, good morning. We are still on our inhouse honeymoon and the only thing we've been doing is fucking, snacking, napping and fucking some more.No, that's an outright lie.We have been fucking a whole lot more. And honestly, I don't know if I'll ever get tired of filling her and listening to her scream out my name as she climaxes beneath me. On top of me, or hunched over the bed with her ass up.
"That's right baby, take all of me." He growls.My eyes water, as I gasp, gag and moan.Struggling to breathe as he fills my mouth, undoubtedly giving every inch of himself to me. I take it all like a good wife that I desperately crave to be for him.I want him, I need every delicious inch he has to offer me.We mark each other in our most intimate places, claiming one another as my nude lipstick smears across the base of his cock. A statement that I deliberately make by showing him that I have put a ring on it and it is exclusively mine from this point forward. Saliva infused with premium precum slides down the side of my mouth, my chin and it drips onto my breasts.I swirl the tip of my tongue over the mushroom of his cock, slowly gliding my flat, moist tongue along his shaft and over his throbbing vein. Taking him in my mouth, inch by inch, I hollow my cheeks, sucking him off harder."Fuck, askim." [my love.] His
"Oh, just six teeny, tiny, minutes." I sing out in an airy tone. "Do you think you can control yourself for a full seven minutes, husband?" I breathe out, liking how it sounds as it rolls off the tip of my tongue"Are you trying to unman me?" His jaw ticks."Would it only take six minutes?" I raise an eyebrow, running my hand down my torso between my breasts."Fuck.." He breathes out, "Are you sure you want this tonight? Do you want me to fill you with my hands caressing every inch of your tempting body after-""I'll be yours to use for your enjoyment. My body is yours to use however you please." I breathe with excitement.His jaw locks, his eyes don't leave my breasts and every muscle in his delicious body tenses. I straddle him, "Your six minutes start now."I place my hands on his shoulders and I slowly start to grind against his swelling cock. "That didn't take long, dear," I whisper into the shell of his ea