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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Fuck.." I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust.
[Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. "But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him.
"You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him.
He chuckles, "One taste wasn't enough, askim." [My love.] He licks his lips as his eyes drink in my almost naked body. "I don't know if one taste will ever be enough."
I try to concentrate on breathing air into my starving lungs, trying to drown out his words with thoughts of Sandro and fail horribly when his calloused thumb brushes across my erect nipple.
I arch my back off
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"By what?!" I yell, being caught off guard. 'Gods! How is anyone meant to take him seriously when he is standing full-on butt naked in front of us?' My inner Goddess giggles. He rubs the back of his neck, his gaze looking to the ground for a split second before he peers back up at me. A flicker of insecurity flashes across his face and then vanishes when I blink, replaced by a look of cockiness. "Bottom line is, Sandro is my legacy. He's my heir to my corporate and the Burak bloodline." He states firmly as he crosses the room and wraps the towel around his waist. "I'm sorry." I scoff. "Is he a Peker or a Burak? Because you've confused me by saying Peker one minute and Burak the next." I look at him perplexed. "He is both. The Peker blood flows through his veins strongly and we can't deny that because that is his Identity. But, to keep him safe and undetected from the dark world of the mobster life." He loo
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I wave as Akira buzzes me through the bulletproof wall, "Hey, babe. You've changed your hair colour?" I stop at her desk and ask her. Her previously jet black hair with purple tips has been coloured caramel blonde. She now resembles your average good girl next door neighbour, rather than the sassy but classy persona she always possessed. "Yeah," She sighs with a sad look on her face. "My mothers arranged a blind date for me tonight and she insisted that I go back to my natural hair colour." She pouts. "Oh.." I scrunch my nose. Mixed emotions lick my skin. I feel bad for her since she does not appear overjoyed about her date, and I envy her for having a mother who is genuinely concerned about her daughter's marital status. "Please tell me your mother does the same? I'm in my mid-twenties and she still feels the need to meddle in my love life." She props her elbow up on her desk and rests her chin on her hand.
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The smirk on his face turns into a full-blown smile. "I'm glad you've finally come to your senses." He states, rubbing the gruff stubble on his chin. My gaze is briefly attracted to the brown leather swiss watch strapped around his wrist. I focus on the label. Patek Philippe. I silently curse myself. What am I doing? Who in their right mind would agree to marry a man who wears a one hundred thousand dollar watch? His whole outfit is worth more than my yearly salary. However, I need him, and I do not mean sexually. Occasionally, we must choose our battles in order to win the war, and Aydem Burak is a whole goddamn war I am determined to face as long as I get to see my Sandro. "Will there be a contract between us?" [No.] "Hayir, kedi yavrusu." [Kitten] He shakes his head as he rubs the pad of his thumb across my slightly bruised knuckles. "This isn't some billionaire romance book." He chuckles. My
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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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
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"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
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"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
