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2024-10-29 19:42:56I 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.&
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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
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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
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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
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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
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"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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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
