Continued:"You got your hands full with that one. But fanculo, her body is fine," Sven laughs throatily, as if we are two friends vying for the same girl. "I have my knife, Sven. One slit and your pathetic excuse for a life would be gone. You mean nothing to me. The ocean would conceal your death, and I'd move on as if your murder never happened.""Your life would be toast," he warns, but I can hear his scepticism. He fears me and my abilities, which is good—very good.Life's easier when you are feared over laughed at, and he'd do well to remain on my good side, for I have enough dirt on him to ruin his life for good."Keep your eyes off my wife; no one gets to look at her except for me. Station here until we're done exploring the island.""I'm not your slave.""You are today," I state with a cheeky smirk before jumping into the ocean, unwilling to give him more of my time when Bianca seems to have forgotten her bad mood entirely.Breaking the ice-cold water, I swim in land, finding
Bianca Silence follows our swim as I climb onto the small ledge, which doesn't give much room to wiggle. Despite being underneath the rock and behind the water, it's surprisingly hot under here. In a matter of ten or so minutes, I dry off as I sit cross-legged whilst trying not to breathe too heavily for fear I might touch Niko in any way that encourages him to believe I want anything more than to sit here beside him in this silence. It's the truth, but I don't need him knowing that just yet; after all, he has been more hands-on today, cradling my waist under the water as I disassociated while looking at the waterfall. He allows the silence to carry around the makeshift cave for a while, and we both sit in stoic silence. I follow the birds flying through a small opening in the falling water. I don't know what type of bird they are, but they are dancing around one another as if courting each other. It's fascinating to watch, and for a moment, I lose myself in a strange need to
Continued: He searches my face with dilated eyes that seemingly reach deep within my soul. He has my body moving towards his, and that brings a smirk to his face. The next few moments have me suspended in shock and horror. Niko leans down, cupping my face in absolute silence. His lips pucker, and despite my mind screaming to scramble, I do not move. I allow him to descend, to kiss me much as I have allowed him to do many times at home. What's worse is that I kiss him back, mould my lips to his, and move as he does, creating a kiss like nothing I've ever experienced before. The pull of need from deep within me dictates my movements, and slowly, that voice that despises the kiss quietens down to insignificance. I couldn't tell you how long we kiss, but it's long enough for my hands to roam Niko's body, to find their way down his waist and to settle on his buttocks. One of my legs is hooked over his, and I'm crushing his body to mine as much as he holds me to his. His fingers are
NikoThe afternoon was mostly uneventful. When we had enough of hiding out under the waterfall, we emerged through the water and swam up to the boat to find Sven awaiting us on tenterhooks.Playing in the water, I managed to get Bianca to laugh freely, and I spent a good hour or two showing her the underwater life swimming of their own free will.Surprisingly, she's a good swimmer and breath holder. Moreover, she allowed me to hold her hand, albeit underwater, to enable me to lead her around the little marine cove we found ourselves in.Luckily, we found a cuttlefish and an octopus that was more than friendly, suctioning onto my arm as he explored us before moving off. We even noticed a pod of dolphins playing around offshore.The sun was quickly descending in the—wrong direction—sky, and I knew we hadn't much time to ensure we travelled around the island back to shore where we could enjoy our own company again.So I encouraged Bee back to the boat, where I asked Sven to stay closer t
BiancaSven's inquisitive eyes and calculating stare kept me on edge throughout our journey around the island and back to the beach that houses Dimitri's home.I couldn't shake the burning sensation left by his gaze, nor could I stop the anxiety that overwhelmed me at his company. I should have appreciated the surroundings and been in awe of their magnificence, but all I could do was dwell on the troubling futures that loomed in my mind.Visions of Sven drawing a gun from his waistband and aiming it at the back of our heads before pulling the trigger on our lives made me uncomfortable. Yet, the most surreal aspect was the intense urge to protect Niko that emerged in my thoughts.Something is changing within me, and I'm uncertain about what is driving this new direction in my needs. It feels as though my concerns for my own freedom are diminishing—and they shouldn't be.Niko had dropped me at the house door, stipulating that I should go in while he dealt with Sven alone. It was then t
Continued: If I can't leave Niko, I may decide to live alongside him. I'm tired, mentally, of course, of fighting him at every opportunity. So very tired. I just want to have one person, just one, to be in my corner. Is that so bad? Am I an awful human being for wishing for the bare minimum in this life where most women get sold as scraps of meat for their orifices? My feet slap on the hardwood of the stairs as I descend them; I instantly have Niko's attention. I feel his gaze bore into my skin, warming and chilling simultaneously. I could walk up to the kitchen counter and bask in his presence, but I walked past him, heading out into the garden. He stares after me, the glass walls giving him a perfect view of me walking away from him. I sway my hips, and I smile secretly to myself. I've always been able to catch men's attention, but only once did I feel the need to keep it. "Shit. Ow!" Niko hisses from the house as I climb up and into the hot tub; one leg is already i
NikoMy heart almost stopped for about the thousandth time today when she walked back down those stairs in nothing but that skimpy two-piece that left little for my imagination to run wild with. Memories of sharing the ocean, of having my hands on her waist, my thumb stroking the soft, subtle skin of her hip. Of watching her pull herself up and onto the ledge, muscles flexing as she held her weight before turning around. Of the soft swell of her breasts that barely contained themselves in the tiny triangles of material made for hiding them. It all begs me to give up on cooking, to grab her and march her back upstairs to the bed I hate sharing with her.Hate being a lie, honestly, but I do disfavour being beside her with the power to take what I need but not having the heart to force the girl to want me.Despite my intention of ignoring her reentry, I was unsuccessful. She walked right on by, heading out into the garden, where she walked into the hot tub, taking my breath and my cock
Continued: I plate the gnocchi into two bowls, take forks with me and head out into the garden and over to the hot tub because I can't ignore her whereabouts. It went through my mind, leaving her food on the counter and taking myself to bed. It would have been easy to wind down without winding myself up, but her pull on me strengthened. I'll stick myself out through the torture if only to show her she can trust me. Building this trust may create prosperity for me. Do I have that kind of patience? I ask myself. "Gnocchi, Bee?" "I'm famished," she reveals, leaning forward to reach for the bowl. I pass it along, my eyes never leaving her cleavage. "God," she moans around a mouthful. "Do you often moan like that with...things in your mouth?" I ask with a devilish chuckle. Shifting uncomfortably, I rearrange myself in my swim shorts to relieve some of the pressure from the waistband. Bianca watches me inquisitively, and I know she knows I'm hard. It's times like now that I
NikoI barely had enough time to glance at Alexandra's way, let alone devise a plan with Bianca to lure her away from that table and to safety. I took too long entertaining Bianca and failing to ignore the men's stares when, in fact, I should have been devising a quick escape plan as per my brief.I start thinking of big distractions. Having something like a fire creates chaos seems the best bet. We could grab her as everyone rushes to safety, but the Densels obviously do not want to play around.This Passover seems to be happening far quicker than many before it, and Alexandra is in serious danger of being lost to the Densels.No one has a clue about their bases or where they take their girls, but they live off the grid somewhere protective, and no soul has breathed a word of their whereabouts in years. I've lost a fair few girls, and none have ever shown up afterwards so I fear that's the reasoning for the lack of information. And unfortunately each girl is a life etched into my bra
Continued: Again, I feel the weight of each gaze around the room. Are they seriously waiting for me to eat so they can perve on me some more? I push aside my discomfort and begin to eat. My mind replays our conversation, and I get the intense feeling of needing to push Niko on the subject of his private work. What's their deal, anyway? "There she is," I note, seeing one of Ivarni's sons holding onto a girl's bicep. She looks far from in perfect condition. Despite ample make-up, there's a noticeable darkened mark around her lip as evidence she's been maltreated unacceptably. Her blonde hair screams fake, especially against her tanned skin, and she looks highly dishevelled. Niko tips his beer up, and now I see why he ordered a drink with such a big glass. His movements are half hidden by the fact that he's drinking, but of course, he looks back their way as I try to place the girl's face. Her name is in the back of my mind, yet I struggle to recall it or who she is. But I recognise
Bianca Our first proper fight after marriage entailed with me opposing Niko's need to protect me from coming along on his mission as Dimitri had stated I should. It was heartwarming, even if I was creating distance where I definitely didn't want it. I won, though, if that's something to be proud of. I dressed in a little black dress supplied by Sven, an extension of Dimitri, that hugged my every curve, while Niko was dressed smartly in a suit. I hung on his arm as we were escorted to a private dining table in a back room that did nothing for my nerves at the most expensive restaurant chain on the mainland. This is evidently where all the mafia eats, though, because soon after our arrival, other guests filled the room, dining with beautiful women and good-looking men. Everyone around us spoke in every language except English. Italian, Russian, and even Lithuanian. I could string a few conversations together with the few words I knew of those languages. Most weren't worth my ef
Continued: He's one hundred percent right. Why the fuck do they have Mitchel's wife? More importantly, what do the Densels want with Alexandra? I mull this over, overthinking every possible avenue today's mission might take me on. Each one gets worse than the last, but something that stays with me is the fact that Alexandra knows her life hangs in the balance, but equally, her husband does, too. She's not been trained like a typical Italian woman heiress would be; she's common—Italian but common. Can she even take the impending abuse obviously headed her way? She knows things, especially being married to one of the highest-ranking men within the Cartel. She must know something that the Densels want, and I don't doubt they will use whatever means possible to extract whatever they need from her before exposing her in a way that has the Cartel and lowly gang members talking. I hate that Bianca is dragged into this mess, especially considering the current bad blood be
Niko Despite knowing Dimitri has cameras following my every move, I still decide to fuck Bianca on the kitchen counter for breakfast. Call it a sign of 'fuck you' to his need to control my every fucking move, or call it stupidity because I've quickly become a lovesick man. Either way, I did it, and I didn't fucking warn Bianca, which goes directly against my new need to keep her firmly my equal, even in the stupidity that is my side job with Dimitri. We need to talk; I need to explain my role in all of this. But right now, it is not the right time or place in his earshot. Of course, after I had her for breakfast, I took her upstairs to clean up because, despite the evidence to the contrary, I wanted to be the perfect gentleman for her. I want to be the husband my father never was, that any man around me never is. I want to break that curse, to give her comfort in me, and to find comfort in her. Could I see us having a perfect family, a little slice of heaven outside of the tr
Continued: "I usually work alone; working with you might be less lonely." "I'd love to work with you, Niko..." "Oh, I'd like to—," whatever he was going to say is cut short by the loud ping of a phone. It makes me jump, and for a moment, I'm totally upset. I had revelled in Niko's sole attention, but now, he has access to the outside world once again. Does that mean I'll lose him to the outside world so soon after connecting with him so deeply? "Ignore that," he whispers against my ear. His hands roam my sides, dipping below his shirt that I had chosen to steal once again. I giggle, and he smirks. His fingertips rub circles against my hip as he presses his groin forward in an expression of what he wants. "Lascia che ti ami." Let me love you, he requests eagerly. I lay back on my arms, widening my legs enough to show him my acceptance as he strokes his cock through his swim shorts. I watch mesmerised; wanton need rushing through me in waves of ecstasy. The tip of his
BiancaI knew the moment I woke, I'd be walking into something I didn't care to be part of, but equally, I knew that I had no choice in the matter if Dimitri deemed it so.His voice floated upstairs, not loud enough to decipher everything that was said between him and Niko but audibly sufficient to know his tone was condescending and simultaneously authoritative. So I dithered, sitting on the top step close enough to hear them talk yet hidden enough that neither heard nor saw me.Niko was essentially being summoned, and I could tell he wasn't happy about it.Even so, I sat there for a long while as they spoke about this job to remain hidden and out of the limelight until things slowly turned in my direction. It's as if I knew I would be the topic of conversation. I was nervous then; Dimitri knew skeletons I wanted to remain hidden, so I couldn't damn well stay hidden.I moved down the stairs as Niko opposed Dimitri's choice to keep Luca in this life with the one-track mind, which was
Continued: It's clear with the clearing of his throat that I'm asking too much; after all, the agreement is to go, get the girl, and sit tight with her until he or Lucia comes to take them to a marginally better life. Still, I need to know if there's a potential threat looming, especially if she was already intercepted. The risk the Ivarnis have enlightened the buyer about her possible saviour might have them wanting to complete the Passover sooner rather than later. "Niko," Dimitri warns. "I need to know who to look out for in case they are also there to pick the girl up. I doubt the Ivarnis are sitting tight about the fact you tried to take her. They'll be looking out for you and your men, Dimitri. I'm associated with you; they know that. Everyone does." Remaining silent, his shoulders stiffen. Did he not already think that over? "She's headed for the Densels," he admits with a snarl. It's my turn to stiffen; of course, she fucking is. They buy many girls off the back of t
Niko We've spent the last two days exhausting ourselves whilst getting to know one another on this new, deeper level that I was second guessing if we would ever get to experience. Even so, I still have a few places I'd like to fuck her before we go home, whenever that may be.The very next morning, in the early hours of the morning, Sven turned up when I was taking a moment to stare out of the window Bianca seemingly loved to daydream in front of. The boat was a spec of darkness moving on the sea at first, but as he neared closer and the sun rose, I could figure out quite quickly that he indeed returned to help us explore the island as promised the night before.Leaving him waiting on the beach, I let Bianca sleep while I readied food for the pair of us. I prepared a platter of fruit for breakfast that I took back upstairs only after I filled a conveniently placed picnic basket in the kitchen cupboard with an array of antipasti we could enjoy.I planned to take her back to the waterf