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2024-10-29 19:42:56I reach halfway up the stairwell, praying like fuck that there will be no bloodshed tonight. If either of them gets their hands covered in blood.
There will be an uproar within the family.
And if Trent survives, it is a certain conclusion that he will also have my head. He will make it clear that I was the catalyst for their falling out. And that is not a possibility for me. Prior to Sandro's birth, I would have looked death in the eye like a lovestruck teenager.
However, my greatest fear at the moment is dying, abandoning little Sandro. I want more for him; I do not want him to believe that being an Esposito family member is all he is capable of.
Beyond these kingly-sized iron gates. There is a world full of wonderment and I want, no. I need him to work towards a future that will not tarnish his beautiful hands.
"Tesoro," (Treasure.)
I come to a halt and turn around to see Ace at the bottom of the steps, holding Sandro in his arms. If
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When the SUV comes to a halt in front of the Burak building, I dont wait for Gerald to hop out from the driver's seat to open the door for me.I have a sudden urge to call Ace and check up on Sandro. I walk through the lobby of the building, my heels clicking against the marble flooring with determination to get to my destination quickly.I reach the bank of elevators, pressing the button and I step away, running my fingers through my loose curls. I start to gather it up into a ponytail and I feel him standing behind me."Lütfen (please), leave it down. I like the way it frames your face." He implores as he wraps his hand around mine and tugs it away from my hair.The doors slide open and he glides me into the elevator car with his hand on the small of my back. I say a silent prayer to the Gods to keep my trembling legs from giving out beneath me. People start piling into the car with us. It quickly becomes overcrowded and we are fo
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His hand moves from my jawline to the base of my throat as he kisses my feverish skin along my neck.I moan, my eyes pressing tight as a shiver runs through my body. I know I should pull back and put an end to this little exploration of curiosity between us. But, his touch ignites my body, and I savour the sensations running through me for a little bit longer."What are you doing to me, Miss Cross?"Another shiver slides through me at the way he says my name with an authoritative bite heavily masked by his accent.On the inside of his jacket, I slide my hands up his torso and feel the hard planes of his powerful chest. "Mr Burak.." I moan."Evet (yes), Miss Cross?" He answers hoarsely, his lips moving up my neck and across my jawline. "One touch is all I need, askim (my love)."My eyes spring open and I push him off me.Those words...I remember those exact words being used against me over a year ago.
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His head jerks forward, and his eyes study me. "Did he harm you?" His voice is dangerously low and I swallow back the notion of him finding out who Castello is. The sound of a door slamming shut lingers in the air and I watch as he turns his head for a split second in the direction Castello left. I also manage to catch a glimpse of his hands curling into tight balls at his side. Smearing a ghostly shade of pale white across his knuckles before he relaxes them and returns my gaze. "No, Mr Burak." I shift my gaze from his face to the ground in front of me. My body is flooded with emotions that are quickly making me sick to my stomach. And, I'm unsure on how to begin processing anything that is happening between me and Aydem or what has been expressed between me and Castello. The burden of my worries is getting increasingly too great for me to bear on my own shoulders. I take a deep breath and peer up to see Ay
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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
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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
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"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
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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
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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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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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"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
