I exit the car as it comes to a stop outside the Burak Building. Gerald opens Aydem's door and as he emerges, he rests his hand on the small of my back and guides us inside.
We approach the security guards stationed behind their desks, and I wait for Aydem to conclude his conversation with them before proceeding to the bank of elevators.
As the doors slide open, we enter and he pushes the number 8. I stand in the back, leaning against the cool walls as I try to cool down my burning body from his touch.
I stare at him from behind, my eyes slowly travelling up his body and arousal pools in my thong. Even from behind, he appears to be sinful as he strolls around in an Armani suit.
"I can feel your eyes burning into the back of my head, kedi yavrusu." (Kitten) His words are heavily laced with cockiness.
I roll my eyes and when the doors slide open I brush past him, walking straight to his office.
"Would you like a drink?"
My body feels like it is floating on air as he continues to stroke my tongue with his. He tastes like bourbon with a hint of Salmon. Exotic and rich. I run my fingers through his jet black hair with my eyes squeezed shut. I want him. I want him so badly that my sex is throbbing. I kiss him, matching his fever knowing that this will be the last time I feel his lips on mine. If he has truly done a deep dive into my background it is only a matter of time before he will see my medical history stating that I have given birth only a few months ago. He turns me around, the heat of his body envelops me, and he continues to kiss me while rubbing the pad of his thumb across my swollen lips. He plants feather-light kisses along the crook of my neck, driving my entire body into a spasm of tingles. I moan as I lean into him and tilt my neck to the side, granting him easier access to nibble and suck on my sensitive sk
I step out of the shower, wrapping a heated towel around myself after I finished scrubbing Aydems touch and scent from my body. I was furiously cleaning myself free from the sins I have and continue to commit. I wipe the pooling moisture that coats my mirror and I stare at my reflection. My eyes have dark circles around them and my cheeks look hollow of any life. I feel lost. I have no idea what to do or what path to take. As I sat in the Uber on the ride home, I dialled Aces number multiple times and each time it went straight to his voice mail. It's been doing that all day and I don't know who to turn to for help. I have no family or friends. I miss my son and with each passing day, my heart bleeds with sorrow. Gods! I miss the smell of his hair, the touch of his soft skin and the sound of him giggling. I would lay my life down on the line for him and that is why I've decided to come clean to Aydem.&
He shoots up out of his seat, chuckling as he looks down at me. "Funny!" He exclaims. Standing, I grab the picture off the table and I hold it out towards him. "Take a look, Aydem." I plea. The sound of his laughter quickly fades, the look of amusement on his face, diminishes and a look of irritation masks his handsome face. "I don't need to look at the photo because I," he hits his open hand against his chest. "know he isn't mine. Look, it's basic knowledge that you can't fall pregnant just by kissing and it takes roughly around 40weeks for you to give birth, Mila." He grounds out as he combs his tousled hair with his fingers. "We've never fuc-" "You're wrong!" I cut him off. "I'm the one night stand that stole your white shirt." He scoffs, "There have been many women who have stolen my clothes." He lazily shrugs his shoulder as he continues to refuse to believe me. I glare at him, " You're still a cocky bastard!" I growl
I avert my gaze from the men seated around the enormous table as I sit beside Aydem. Voices are being raised, hands banging against the table and guns visibly on display in a threatening manner. Twenty minutes ago we entered the bar and was immediately escorted to the back as the Mc Carthy family were waiting for us. "When you drink here, Aydem, I look the other way." The Irish Don grumbles. "Do not assume I am unaware that you are Sedar Ozturk's cousin." "I didn't come here to start trouble with you. Instead, I have come here with some news about your son and if you'll let the lady talk, she'll tell you everything you need to know." Aydem replies calmly. I peer up just in time to see Mr Mc Carthys features change into a scowl. "Why would I believe anything from an Esposito who-" Aydem slams his open hand against the table, causing it to shake and I flinch with shock. "Finish that sentence and you'll never know where your son's bod
I flutter my eyelids open, waking up with my heart racing and my head spinning. I feel like I've been heavily drugged and I have no idea where I am. I sit up and massage my eyes with the palms of my hands, then squint when I withdraw them. All I see are cement and cinder block walls; cool air sneaks through the holes in the wall, and I rub my hands up and down my arms. I close my eyes and place my hands over my face trying to keep myself together. "Please let this all be a bad nightmare!" The quivering words escape past my lips as my body trembles with fear. I raise my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them as I start to rock back and forth, with each movement I make, the mattress beneath me creaks. The little bit of moonlight illuminating the room brings my nightmares to life. I look up and see the little red dot moving side to side as the camera watches me. I remember this place all too well. It
As I push Trent's body away from me, I scream.Tumbling down the side of the bed, scurrying to the room's corner, I peer down at myself.I am covered in his blood.The blood of the man I hate with a passion is smeared all over me, staining my clothes and body with utter filth.As I rock back and forth, I raise my knees to my chest, tucking my head and grabbing fistfuls of my hair."Please, please, please be dead.." I sob as my body trembles with shock.I hear footsteps approaching towards me and I try to press myself against the wall, wishing it would swallow me."No, please!" I kick and scream when a pair of hands reach for me. "I'm sorry, please." I whimper, realising I've just killed the Esposito Don and his goons are here to finish me off.[Kitten] "Kedi yavrusu, it's okay. You're safe now." A rich accented voice says.I stop fighting against him as I peer up and look into his stunning eyes, throwin
"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
"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