“I don’t have time for this,” I grit out at Nikolai. I don’t know what’s gotten into him over the past few weeks. I know why I’m in a shit fucking mood. “I thought you'd gotten your temper under control.” Nikolai was a very angry boy when I found him. Everything had been taken from him.“I did.” Nikolai wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing blood on it. I stand there and wait. “They had it fucking coming.”“They?”“There were three of them.” Sergio speaks before Nikolai can. Of course there were. One would be too easy for him. The boy always loves a challenge. He should be careful. That can come back to bite you in the ass. I thought I knew that lesson myself. That is, until an innocent little rabbit unexpectedly entered my life. Then fucking hopped right back out.“They might have had it coming, but we both know you went out in search of a fight.” Nikolai doesn’t deny it. If he knows one thing, it’s to never lie to me.“Keep your ass in the house tonight,” I order.“I
The atmosphere around me feels different tonight as I enter the ballroom. I honestly don’t know how the hell I’m going to make it through this. I take a deep breath to try to calm my nerves. Fake it until you make it, I remind myself. This is the absolute last place I want to be. My mind keeps racing with so many thoughts.“Maybe you should try breathing.” My sister elbows me in the side. I let out a breath. “You’re breathing for two now.” I snort a laugh because it’s the worst time to joke about this, but the hell with it.I should try to enjoy myself tonight to some degree. It could be one of the few left with my sister. The more that my new reality seeps into my soul, the more I know I have to protect this baby, and that means only one thing. I am going to run.“Let's make our rounds and talk to people, then find a corner to hide in,” I suggest.“Incoming,” Riley mutters under her breath. I turn to see Vincent heading toward me. I force a fake smile onto my face. Then my whole worl
What the fuck am I doing?That one thought plays on a loop in my head. I'm unable to think clearly as a result.“Follow,” I order one of my men as I enter the house, not letting go of Jessica. “And stop looking at her!” I bark. Jessica startles with a small jump. I bite my tongue to avoid soothing her. She’s a traitor. One of them. A vixen who was sent to be my undoing. I’m on to their game now.I lead her up the stairs again, not thinking, and straight to the end of the hallway. I throw open one of the double doors, pulling her into my bedroom.“Don’t try to leave this room.” I release my hold on her. She just stares at me with those wide, innocent eyes.Ones I now know are not so innocent.“Do you hear me?” She nods her head, only pissing me off more. I want to hear her speak. “Say it.”“I hear you, Callahan.”Oh fuck. That sounds too good. My dick jumps to life, thinking about her moaning those words.“You’ll call me Scarfoni.”“Yes, Scarfoni.”I don’t care much for that either. I
“Go,” I order Sal when I make it to my bedroom doors. My hand pauses on the handle, wondering what I might find her doing inside. I listen, but I don’t hear anything. I take a breath.Pull it together. You’re Callahan Scarfoni, I remind myself, opening the door. When I enter, I don’t see her anywhere. I walk over to the bathroom, searching for her there, and then to my closet, only to find my own shit inside.It’s a reminder that she has nothing here. Everything she'll ever have from this point forward will come from me. I relish that thought, but not for the reason that I should. I don't desire to exert control over her. I want to take care of her. I want to be the center of her world.I shake my head, trying to come to my damn senses. I need to remember that she’s a traitor and a liar. One that might have fucked Vincent. All that anger comes rushing back as I stomp out of my closet, knowing she has to be here. I have men on the ground outside, and Sal on the door. There is nowhere f
When I wake up, it’s to an empty bed. That's not shocking; it's been that way for the last five days. I huff a breath, my frustration getting the better of me. Why am I even annoyed? It should make me happy that the big, old sexy jerk isn’t around. The man I met that first night was so different from the one who kidnapped me.The only time Callahan seems to be around is in the middle of the night. It’s not like he tries to even talk to me. I usually wake up to him sliding my panties down my legs to make a feast of me. No words are ever exchanged. I can still sense an anger and a coldness to him, as if he’s fighting some sort of inner battle and losing. Regardless, each night he comes to give me pleasure, never taking anything for himself.Once he’s exhausted me with orgasms, I usually drift back to sleep. Sometimes, I wonder if it was real or if I dreamed it. I toss the covers back to see that it wasn’t a dream. My panties are gone, and there is a faint red irritation on the inside of
Vincent is far too predictable. I knew he wouldn’t be able to tuck himself away in his father’s home for long. He’s got a thing for strippers and cocaine. Why else would he be at a strip club in the afternoon?The place is surprisingly busy when we enter. The parking lot was half empty. The sound of music thumps softly in the background. I glance around the room and notice that everyone's attention is focused on the stages around us. The men are in a trance. It’s pathetic, but I’m not one to talk. I’m slowly sinking into my own vice, one with fiery red hair and green eyes that cut through me.Each night, I can’t stay away. I promise myself I will, but I don’t. I’ve been able to keep it to only a taste of her but my self-restraint is slowly slipping. My body craves her. I want to feel her tight little cunt wrapped around my cock again. Thank God the lights are off when I go to her. I wouldn’t survive her if they weren’t. If I had to stare into those emerald eyes, I’d get lost. I wish i
The second the SUV stops, I’m out, heading straight through the front door. I have a decent idea where she’ll be. I’m almost at the entrance of the kitchen when I hear a soft giggle. I stop in my tracks and listen. Another one floats through the air, causing a mix of emotions to run through me.I step over the kitchen threshold and see Jessica at the kitchen island, preparing something with Emma. The moment Jessica sees me, her smile drops. She goes utterly still.“Rabbit.”“Scarfoni.” She licks her lips.“Callahan,” I correct her, making her little nose scrunch up. When she doesn't understand something, she does it. “Leave us.”Emma is fighting a smirk. We’ll talk later. That woman is lucky I love her like a mother. “Sal.” I call him before he can go. “No eyes.”“Got it, boss,” he says, leaving us alone.“Ah, what are you doing here?” my little rabbit asks.“I live here.”“Right.” Jessica worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “I guess I’ll go back?—”“You’re not going anywhere.”
It’s been almost three days since I saw Callahan. There have been no middle-of-the night visits. Why does that only make me more angry? It’s stupid. I hate him; he's rude and bossy. Still, it’s been messing with my head. I think I miss the man I met that first night. It’s as if there are two different men inside of him.I know this world. I understand the roles that all the men play in it. I witnessed my own father bringing women home under my mother's roof. I think I was holding on to some form of hope that I could salvage something with Callahan. Even when he’s angry, I can still see that he wants me.He doesn’t want to want me. That’s the issue. He hates who I am, and I can’t change that. I was born into the Jovit family. His own men can’t be bothered to speak to me. I might get a yes or no from Sal, but that’s about it. It could never really work between us. Any fantasy I’ve derived in my head is just that: a fantasy.My hand goes to my stomach. How will he feel when he finds out
I love everything about our little seaside village of Ferragudo, but it’s especially magical in the early hours of the morning, when only the fish and the birds are awake. I love coming out onto our deck to observe the calm, quiet world. Usually, I can even manage to get a good page or two written before the kids wake up.I curl my hands around my mug of coffee, the tendrils of steam evaporating into the cool air, and smile before taking a sip. The last ten years have been better than anything I could have ever hoped for. Finn and I had the most beautiful wedding right here on the beach, just a few miles away from where we now live.The ceremony was small and intimate and absolutely perfect. Finn cried, and yeah, I was a blubbering mess by the end as well. Standing there next to him, peering into those deep brown eyes while the waves tickled my feet was one of the greatest moments of my life. I finally felt like I was right where I belonged, with someone who wanted me as much as I wan
Zarina slumps over the balcony as I pull out of her, our combined releases dripping down her thighs. Jesus, I’m almost ready to go again at the sight. Spinning her around, I scoop my woman up in my arms and carry her to my bed, ridding her of her clothes before stripping down and crawling in beside her.She snuggles up next to me and I wrap an arm around her, tucking her closer into my side. “I love you so damn much,” I whisper into the top of her head. She sighs so sweetly, her breath tickling my bare chest.“I love you, too. Thank you.”“For what?”Zarina props herself up on her elbow, looking down at me. “For...everything. I...I don’t know how to explain it. Like your letter said, we haven’t known each other that long, but in a way, we have. I know you. I feel you right here,” she whispers, placing my hand over her heart. I slide it up her chest and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, drawing her down for another kiss.“I feel you, too,” I murmur against her lips.“Did...d
Twenty minutes later, we're pulling up to my apartment. I've traveled from city to city and country to country over the last nineteen years, but this little apartment has served as home base in between gigs. I want something so much grander for my wife-to-be, but this will have to do for now.“It’s beautiful,” Zarina whispers as I help her out of the cab. The building itself is painted white, matching the other homes and buildings here in Ferragudo, Portugal. The seaside town is quite breathtaking and picturesque with boats adorning the shores and whitewashed homes dotting the skyline.“You’re beautiful,” I say with a grin when she rolls her eyes. “Now let’s get inside before I lose my mind.”I drag my Zarina through the lobby of the apartment building, almost forgetting her damn luggage again. She giggles and spins around in my arms once we step inside the elevator, getting up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. I wrap my arms around her and haul her into my chest, groaning when I feel
I wipe a sweaty palm on my jeans and tighten my hold on the bouquet of wildflowers I gathered from one of my favorite parks overlooking the ocean. The plane should be landing any minute now, and I pray to every god I can think of that my babygirl is on it.These last three days have been absolute misery without her. I knew Darren would be upset, but I underestimated his temper, as well as his connections. After we gave our statements about what happened in the hotel room, Darren talked to the officers and apparently greased the wheels to have me fucking deported.After an arduous and humiliating journey back to Portugal in cuffs, I spent the night in a holding cell. I was released yesterday when they realized the charges were bogus, but TSA took my passport, so there was no way to hop on the next plane back to New York.And God, that’s all I’ve wanted to do. I won’t rest until Zarina is in my arms again. I need to hold her, to look at her sharp, beautiful eyes and tell her I love her.
Over and over, picture after picture, Finn poured his heart out to me. That day at the farmers market he told me he communicated better with photos, but I think his words are just as powerful.Underneath the pile of photos, I see a letter folded up. I reach for it, handling it like a sacred document. To me, it is. Something falls out of the letter when I unfold it. Picking up the scrap of paper, I gasp when I see it’s a plane ticket to Portugal. My name is at the top, along with tomorrow’s date. Was this his plan all along? Was he going to bring me back to Portugal with him?I set the ticket down on the bed and reach for the letter again, hoping to find the answers to my questions.Zarina, my beautiful babygirl,I love every moment of every day with you. Everything you do is enchanting. Magical. I didn’t know what was missing in my life until you flashed those eyes at me and challenged me for control.We haven’t known each other long, but at the same time, my soul knows yours. You fee
Three days. It’s been three days since Miriam hauled me out of the hotel. Three days since Finn made love to me. Three days since my heart was healed and then shattered.Where is he? What happened? Finn told me he loved me, but the doubts are starting to creep in.That first day, I collapsed on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I was so certain I would wake up next to my Daddy, but when I blinked my swollen eyes open, I was alone, just like I always am. I barely left my room the second day, only venturing out into the house to use the bathroom or grab something to eat.My father won’t even look at me. He’s hardly spoken ten words to me in the last few days. All I know is that he and Miriam got a call when they landed in Bora Bora from someone who saw Finn kissing me at the wedding. According to Miriam, I ruined her wedding and made a fool out of myself and my family.Last night, my dad told me he set up an interview with the dean of NYU next week to discuss my schedule for the fall. M
I feel her pussy knot around my shaft, squeezing me so damn tight it hurts in the best way. Zarina inhales a sharp breath as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body. She claws at my back, ripping my skin open, making me roar my release and fill her with my seed. I come so damn hard I feel like I might pass out.“Breathe,” I say to myself as much as her.Zarina gasps for air and clings to me as her body trembles with the last of her orgasm. I slide her down my body and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.When we both have somewhat recovered, I step back and pour body wash into my hands before rubbing it over the dips and curves of her body. Zarina leans into me for support, making me smile at how thoroughly fucked and sated she is right now. When I’m done, she soaps me up and places a sweet kiss over my heart.I cup her face and kiss her deeply, passionately, but slowly. One drugging kiss leads to another and another, and before I know it, I’m spinning her around and placi
I strip out of what little clothes I have left on and then practically tear Zarina’s dress off of her, leaving her in a matching bra and panty set.“Hey!” she shrieks and then giggles. “Be careful! I don’t want you ruining another dress of mine.”I kiss her neck, needing my lips to be on some part of her body right this goddamn second. “I’ll buy you a new one,” I grunt, biting and kissing her again.I slide my hands down her body, gripping her thighs and lifting her gorgeous, curvy body up into my arms. She gasps and hooks her ankles behind my back. I growl and kiss down her neck as she arches her back and presses her body into mine.“Fuck, I need you,” I grunt before nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.“I’m yours, Daddy,” she pants, rubbing her hot little pussy over my stomach letting me know she needs me, too.“Take a shower with me.” It’s not a question, it’s a command.She nods her head and twists her fingers in my hair, pulling me in for another kiss.I carry her into th
We walk silently through the market and take a cab back to the house, where I direct Zarina to pack an overnight bag. The sassy little smirk she gives me nearly has me tossing her on her bed and burying my cock between her pouty lips, but I manage to restrain myself.Once we’re packed up, I order an Uber to Four Seasons, ready to show my little love everything she’s asking for. Zarina smiles at me and snuggles into my side, content to let me take care of every little detail.My chest swells up with pride when I step out of the car and hold my hand out for my babygirl. She doesn’t hesitate to take my hand and let me lead her through the opulent lobby and onto the private elevator. I love that she trusts me like this. As soon as the doors shut, I slide my hands down her body and grip her hips, pulling her back against my front.She moans softly, melting into me as I trail kisses up and down her neck. My hands roam up her generous curves until I’m cupping her breasts. Zarina gasps and th