His smoldering gaze devoured her delicate curves with unrestrained hunger. The need to feel them with his mouth and fingers burned fiercely in his groin, tormenting him relentlessly. Desperate for even a fragment of relief, his hand moved up and down his shaft in fervent attempts. No girl had ever stirred even a flicker of desire in him, no girl had ever commanded his attention the way she did. His desire for her was growing with every breath he took. It was a fucking torture and he hated her for that. His glare so icy, it could break the screen. She stirred, a soft sigh escaping her mouth, before she tossed the cover aside, making his throat parch, his eyes darkening with unrelenting lust. Her top had ridden up, exposing the tempting curve of her waist, her tiny shorts had inched higher, flaunting her shapely legs. His jaw clenched hard. Fuck! she was going to kill him. He sped up, stroking himself and imagining her legs wrapped around his hips, making her moan and weep. He imagined
He caught her unprepared with the question. She drew blank. "Answer," he commanded, voice laced with authority. "Mrs. Abel. She is a caretaker. I..I was walking alone so she offered me a ride to the bus stop," she lied, hoping he wouldn't see through. She was more afraid of his punishment than God’s because his punishment will not be only for her but the other person too. A momentary silence followed. "Why the fuck are you out alone at this hour? Enjoying your freedom a little too much, ain't you?" he hissed, voice dripping with menace. "No..I...I had extra work. I asked Dad to come but he couldn't. The bus stop isn't very..""Shut up," he cut her off sharply. Her lips pressed together. He continued in his usual commanding tone, "You will not leave your house after 10. I don’t care if the world is on fire—your nonexistent ass stays inside." "Okay," she murmured, brows pulling together in a frown. Her bottom wasn't nonexistent like his brain, he needed his vision checked. It is
He disconnected the call, still, a bit annoyed by her recklessness. He always knew she wasn't very sharp-minded but sometimes her stupidity managed to exceed even his lowest expectations. It was a good thing, he was keeping track of her locations or she would have managed to attract trouble for sure tonight. As he slipped his phone in his pocket, his eyes swept over the sea of faces, all eager for a moment of his time, hoping to earn his favor. The youngest in the room but the influence he wielded stretched beyond his age. He was not only a Serrano but also the future Don of Italy. A rightful heir who had proved his worth enough times to the world- the King in the making. For Nate, they all were the same- boring, Obsequious, and annoyingly talkative. The more they wagged their tongues around him, the more he was tempted to tear that thing out. He knew better than to let their fake flatteries color him pink. They were just as fake as their useless personalities. The only reason he w
Her bewildered gaze trailed over the dark ink stretching across his upper back, eyes filled with awe and astonishment. The intricate design pulsed with power and raw masculinity, it was meant for him. A pair of formidable wings sprawled across his shoulder blades, their sharp edges carved with precision. Between them stood an unwavering sword, a bold declaration of rebellion and his untamed spirit. As soon as she realised what she was doing, guilt pricked her and she looked away. The tattoo was hauntingly beautiful. So dark yet enchanting. She had never seen it before. Breath hitched in her throat when she caught him toying with his trouser's button from her peripheral vision. The painting fell from her hand, meeting the floor with a thud. His gaze snapped to her. A smirk played over his lips, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Wha..what are you doing?" she stammered, her mouth drier than a sandpaper. "What do you think?" he teased, putting on a show of removing his belt. She gulped
His damp hair clung to his forehead, just shy of his steel-hued irises which gleamed with a predatory glint as he closed in, sending her heart into a frantic stutter. Her breath hitched as he stood closer, his ominous presence wrapping around her like an unrelenting force. He leaned closer, his mouth hovered over hers, only separated by a thin stretch of breath. Just then the sky thundered and he closed the distance, claiming her mouth. A blinding white exploded behind her eyes, 1000 volts of current zapping through her veins.Her eyes snapped open. Gasping, she shot upright. Cold sweat clung to her skin, the damp fabric of her nightshirt sticking to her shivering frame. The room was pitch black, but the shadows of her nightmare still lurked at the edge of her sight. She couldn't suppress the tear that trickled freely down her cheeks, a sob tearing from her throat. She wrapped her arms around herself, huddling up as remnants of the nightmare still haunted her to her soul. A few days
He came to surprise her, only to get surprised instead. There was no way he could describe the feeling that consumed him as he watched her dance. He was entranced, utterly spellbound. His breath caught as she moved so gracefully, so adorably in the rain, stirring a storm inside him. Her feet barely touching the ground, her arms carving invisible paintings in the air only he was allowed to see. So fucking beautiful. The dull, persisting ache in his chest slowly growing into an inferno of desire. A desire to do something unpardonable, to carve his name on her delicate skin with his searing kisses. The rain thrumming over her skin, the wind wrapped around her was stirring up his possessive demons. They had no right to touch her. Only he did. He would become the rain that kissed her, the wind that wrapped around her, and the damn ground she walked on. He would become her world and she would have to live him, willing or not. He waited for her to sense him. He loved how her body would re
She was his sin and his salvation.He thoroughly plundered her mouth, taking everything she had to offer- her gasps, her whimper, the sweetness coating her tongue- everything. Her delicate frame trembling in his embrace, but he only pulled her closer, his hands possessively caressing her sides. She had introduced him to his new side tonight. A side that was feral and beyond his control, a side that knew no boundaries or restraint, a side that craved her proximity like a dying man craves breath.He tore his mouth from hers, only to trace her jaw with feathery kisses. If she thought his rage was dangerous, she had no idea how deep his obsession ran. Gasping for air, she closed her eyes out of exhaustion, feeling his mouth whispering tender kisses down her throat. She had no idea what had gotten into him. Why the man who hated her existence was now suddenly touching her inappropriately. Why was he kissing her? Her eyes flung open as she felt his fingers fumbling with the buttons of her
"The fuck is this?" Dave muttered, frowning at the assortment of used products scattered on his bed. Crumpled tissues with faint stains of pink, a couple of empty perfume bottles, Used lips balms, bandages, hair strands, several used disposable coffee cups, and broken accessories sat among other trivial things. And they weren't just some random objects, they belonged to someone. A girl. He is collecting a girl's used products? The realisation hit like a wave, sending chills down his spine. He had come to pick him up for their soccer practice, but instead he walked in on this- strange, intimate objects strewn across his bed. Nate was in the bathroom, unaware of his discovery. He picked up one broken earring to examine. "Why are you here?" Nate's annoyed voice cut through the air. Dave turned to look at him. Holding up the cheap earring, he asked, "Whose stuff is this?" His voice held curiosity. A flicker of something dangerous crossed Nate's face as he noticed the earring bet
He returned to their room, carrying a tray of sandwiches. This time, he wasn't leaving until she’d eaten. Water hitting the tile echoed from behind the bathroom door. She was still in the shower. Setting down the tray, he scanned their room. The servant quarters at his estate looked way better than this pathetic excuse of an apartment. He knew that because every Christmas Eve, his mother took them to the servants’ quarters to hand out gifts. A small gesture of gratitude she insisted on. The only merit this building held was its anonymity. He waited and waited, but when she didn't open the door, worry began to take root. He got up and crossed the room with quick strides. "Princess?" he called, knocking at the door, but no reply came. The shower was still on; he could hear it. "Open the door, princess," he demanded, knocking harder, his worry edging into urgency. The lack of response from her side was making him restless. He retreated and kicked the door. A few more times and the doo
He walked in, picked out what he liked without glancing at the price tags, and headed straight for billing.Earning money is a real hassle if you don't have a degree and are in hiding. Nate slid the mask onto his face and strode down the narrow lane towards the ring where his opponent waited. At the end of it, the underground buzzed with his opponent's name, looked like the motherfucker was popular. Good, he didn't like easy anyway. Rio had brought him here. Since they were lying low for a while, they needed money to survive. Rio had offered to help, but Nate had declined. He had never let anyone pay for him. Maybe it was his pride or his obsession with staying in control, but that's how it was. Owning others wasn't his thing. And like hell, he would feed Sera with other man's money. He was her sole provider—everything from her clothes to food would come from his pocket. After Nate refused the financial help, Rio showed him this place. Here, he could both train and fight. The perfect
He picked up her dad and drove a fist into his stomach, making him double over. Sera and Mary screamed, begging him to stop, but Nate had just started. If she thought she had seen his worst, she couldn't have been more wrong. She underestimated him, took his threat as empty words— what a grave mistake to make. He swung his fist to land another deadly blow when Sera crumbled at his feet."Please, stop. He'll die, please," she clutched his leg, weeping inconsolably. His fist paused mid-air before he glanced down at her. She was trembling like a leaf, scared to her core. Bending, he wrapped her locks around his tightly clenched fist and hauled her to her feet. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain searing her scalp."So protective of your family, huh," Nate commented, his voice carrying a dark, mocking edge. "But your pleadings and begging are not going to save them now.." his voice climbed a notch as he added, "Unless, of course, your 'family' decides to give me what I want. Then, m
The slap sent his head sideways."You thought we wouldn't find out?" she seethed, trembling in rage. "You will break the girl, and we wouldn't know," she barked sharply. Realisation struck Nate. She betrayed him again. Again. He ground his jaw. "You will never see her again, much less torment her," Ara stated in finality. Nate stood there, jaw tight but saying nothing, his silence only stoking her anger. With a firm grip, she snatched the front of his shirt, making him meet her eyes. "Do you hear me?" Ara demanded, her voice sharp and steely as she tightened her grip on his shirt. "Say it. Say you won’t trouble her again. I’ve raised you better than this."Nate swallowed. "I can't do that, Mom," Nate murmured, as if she was asking him of something that was beyond his control. "I..I love her," he confessed, words trembling with raw, fervent intensity. Sera was astounded. Her son had never refused her before. This was the first. "Pack your bags. You're leaving for the States tonig
No. I hate him. The confession burned on the tip of her tongue, aching to be spilled. One second was all it would take- but one lifetime of facing its consequences. His threat pounded in her skull- menacing, cruel, and certain. She knew he meant every word; he'd follow through, just like he always did. "Nate is difficult....... sometimes," she replied instead, trailing her fingers along the counter's edge. "That he is," Ara agreed with a sigh. "His temper issues are a nightmare to deal with..." guilt settled across her features as she continued, "Sometimes, I feel like I failed them, like I should’ve been there more. I got so caught up with my other kids that I couldn't give Nate and Gigi the time they deserved." "Don't doubt yourself. They couldn't have gotten a better mother than you. You were always there when they needed you.." her eyes softened with a hidden wound as she continued, "...trust me, that means a lot for a child." Her mother was never there for her when she needed
She squirmed, but he didn't stop. "You broke your promise, hurt me, and I am still here pleasing you. Tell me, who else would rever you like I do?" he taunted against her lips while gliding his fingers through the thatch of her pubic hair. She whimpered, curling small, as his fingers separated her outer lip and caressed her core. His lips caught hers in a gentle, langurous kiss while his fingers teased delicate circles over her clit, drawing a soft gasp from her. She squirmed against him and tried to push him away, but he was like a boulder, huge and unmovable. "Who is going to kill for you like I do?" he murmured against her lips mid-kiss, pinching and soothing her swollen nub. His fingers slid lower to her spasming hole."Who is going to work your body like I do?" he growled, circling her slick opening with his middle finger before plunging it deep inside, drawing a sharp gasp as she arched into him. Her eyes locked with his, shed a lone tear, and her fingers curled weakly around
The giant oak door swung open to reveal Ara, Nate, and Hannah. Nate stood in the back, but his towering frame was impossible to miss.Sera's guts clenched with dread the instant she saw him. His eyes were already locked on her, cold and unblinking, like a wolf observing his prey. Visions from that night suddenly began flashing before her eyes— Gruesome, bloody, brutal— forcing a trembling breath from her lungs. He smirked, amused. "Sera," Hannah beamed before hugging Sera. Sera tore her gaze from him and hugged her back, forcing a smile that she barely felt. She was too nervous to reciprocate Hannah's enthusiasm. "I am so happy you could make it. Please, come in," Ara told Mr. and Mrs. Diaz, stepping aside to usher them in. Sera tightly gripped her mother's wheelchair, knuckles turning white as she forced herself to move forward.Just as Sera entered, Ara touched her shoulder softly, met her eyes with a fond smile, and said, "I was hoping you'd come." There was something in her
"You want to marry?" Ara asked, utterly stunned. Nate gave a silent nod. At a loss, she glanced at Killian, hoping for some anchor, but he looked just as surprised as her. Inhaling a sigh, she shifted her attention to her eldest. "Don't you think you're too young for marriage?" Ara asked, her tone soft but laced with concern. Nate looked up at her. "Age doesn’t matter, Mom, not when we’re sure it’s the right thing for us. I know she is the one for me. She has this calmness in her, Mom, and so much compassion.. I've never met someone like her before. She brings peace and purpose to my life. She inspires me to be a better person..." he paused, reaching for Ara's hand, his fingers lacing gently with hers as his expression softened into an earnest plea as, "Mom, You always say we should follow our hearts.....my heart leads straight to her." Ara could only gape at him, trying to process the philosophical lines her son had just delivered. Ara groped for the right words. "You love he
Panic seized her in its vicious grip as she felt his fingers fumbling with the knot of her bathrobe. No..no..no....her eyes turned wide in alarm. Every tug sent her fragile heart slamming against her ribcage. Hot tears flowed down her face as she squirmed beneath him, desperate to break free. "Sshhh," he shushed her while peppering hot, passionate kisses down her jaw. "Wha..what are you do..doing?" she stuttered, still writhing under him. With one last tug, the bathrobe fell open. "We've waited long enough," he whispered hotly against her warm, supple skin. It was long overdue. Without a hint of hesitation, he slid his hand beneath the robe and grasped her delicate mound. A guttural groan followed her whimper as he squeezed it lightly. She was so soft, so irresistibly warm. His insides clenched with the urge to claim her in such a way every inch of her skin would be carrying his name."Don't..it's wro..wrong," she quavered, too weak to push him off her. She clutched his shoulders