I pull back from our kiss, licking my swollen lips and I gaze into his eyes. "I have to go," I mumble breathlessly.
"I'll come with you." He smiles as he raises my hand and kisses it.
I look at him with a perplexed expression on my face. I have been under his employment for two days now and I'm beginning to wonder if this is why he goes through so many P.A's.
Is he courting me solely for the purpose of sleeping with me?
Bitterness manifests itself as goosebumps along my skin. My son's father is a womaniser, and that fact bothers me.
"Why? You have no idea where I'm going."
He locks his gaze on me for an eternity before letting out a soft chuckle.
"I just want to be sure you'll be safe. You still haven't told me who that man was?" He says intensely.
"That's because there is nothing to tell."
"I beg to differ. Upon my arrival you were a frenzied wreck, chasing after the man that left your apartment and wh
I sit on the bottom of the staircase, nervously biting my nails as I wait for the bastards to return. I comb my fingers through my hair as I watch Trent's goons wander the corridors in pairs with their guns tucked into the side of their pants. "Questa cagna ha le palle." (This bitch has balls) I hear one of them chuckle as he looks me up and down. When I feel a primal instinct to flip him the bird, I bite my tongue. They all assume I have not picked up any Italiano throughout my stay here. I've learned to gnaw on the inside of my cheek to keep my secret, despite the fact that I occasionally want to scream and yell at them for the crude things they say to me. I swiftly decide against it, as I believe I can leverage it to my benefit when the time is perfect. I take out my phone and dial Aces' number while pressing the phone against my ear. It rings three times before it goes straight to his voicemail and a soft growl leaves my
"Miss Cross," His rich accent sweeps over me and I pause typing to turn my head and gaze at him. Instantly my breath catches when our eyes collide. He looks handsome this morning and I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth full of arousal as my eyes slowly travel up his body. Black Italian oxford dress shoes, draped by grey slacks hugging his muscular thighs, a crimson red tie over his white long sleeve shirt and a grey vest matching the colour of his pants. "Come to my office in two minutes." He requests standing outside my office door. I open my mouth to reply but quickly clamp it shut as he doesn't bother to wait for my answer and walks into his office. I look over my computer, discreetly watching through the window between our offices as he hangs up his jacket he has draped over his forearm and sits behind his desk. My eyes shift to the photo I have of Sandro next to my computer and I let out a sigh full of miser
I take a seat across from Aydem as we are seated at the small table in the corner of the room. My entire body is still humming from his palm resting on the small of my back as he ushered me inside the restaurant. As expected, he was drawing attention to himself with the way he naturally dominated the room. To those dining, we appeared to be on a dinner date. However, Aydem and I were both aware that this was not the case. He wants to continue our discussion from this morning and to be honest, I'm not sure what he is expecting to learn from me. We place our orders with the waitress, and as she departs, Aydem removes a file from the inside of his suit jacket and glides it across the table. "Some light reading for you while we wait for our dinner." He winks at me with a lopsided smirk on his face. I sigh, opening the file and begin to browse the pages. >>> The Ice in the c
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
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