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
“Are you going to get up anytime, boss?” Sergio asks. I groan, my head pounding. Was I hit by a fucking bus? No, Jessica Jovit was the one who hit me. Even when I sleep, she’s there, driving me insane.“Fuck off.” My whole body hurts."I assume you don't want an update on Jessica, then?" I open my eyes to see the high ceiling in my office. I must have fallen asleep on the couch here. I sit up, making my headache worse. Three days of hell. That’s what I’ve been in, and I did the one thing I told myself I never would. I drowned myself in alcohol. It was the only way I could find sleep. Never in my life have I been turned this upside down.I went over to my desk, popped something for this headache, and chased it down with water before motioning for Sergio to spit it out.“You can’t keep this up.”“I didn’t ask for your opinion. Now, out with it.” I usually spend most of my time in my condo in the city, but since Jessica, I've been staying out on the estate more often. Well, that was the
“What are you doing?” I can see her out of the corner of my eyes, sitting up in bed.“You know what I’m doing.” I take the first load of clothing out of the room and head straight down the long hallway to the opposite side of the estate. I don’t stop until I’m back in my closet, dropping everything onto the floor to return for the next load. When I get the rest, I'll put them away.When I make it back to the bedroom, she’s standing in the doorway as if she can block me, her hands on her hips. She looks pissed. Well, that makes two of us. Are her cheeks fuller?“You stop it right now.” She presses against my chest.“You’re going back to our bedroom.”“That’s your bedroom.”“It’s our bedroom.” I bend down and scoop her into my arms. She lets out a small scream.“Put me down.” She wiggles her adorable ass in my face. I give it a smack. “Callahan!” Jessica gasps. I kick my bedroom door shut behind me, not stopping until I put her down on the bed. “You’ll have to tie me to it.” I lift a br
It’s disheartening when I wake up to an empty bed once again. I sit up, glancing around the room. Callahan is nowhere to be seen. My stomach turns. I put my hand over my mouth, bolting toward the bathroom. I barely make it in time before I’m throwing up.“Miss Jessica,” I hear Emma call. I want to tell her to go away, but I’m still throwing up. “Oh my.” The water turns on, and a moment later, a cold, wet cloth is pressed against my head. I drop down onto the bathroom floor next to the toilet. “You don’t eat enough.”“Oh my God.” I reach up and flush the toilet. It was a lot of dry heaving.“How do you feel?”“I'm fine.” I try to get up when a dizzy spell hits me. Emma grabs me, steadying me."Fine, my ass.” She helps me get to the sink so I can brush my teeth and wash my face. That does make me feel better. “In bed. I'll be back with toast and something to drink.”“Thank you.” Anything to help with my stomach. I place my hand on my belly, understanding why I threw up. I thought last n
“Can we have a few moments alone?”“No,” I tell the doctor, not moving from my place at the end of the bed.“Callahan.” Jessica gives me a pleading expression. My eyes bounce between her and the doctor.“Sergio?” I glance back at him."The only weapon in her bag is a needle."“Che cavolo,” Dr. Mauti mutters, shaking her head. “I would never harm a Scarfoni.” I know I have offended her, but honestly, I don't care.“What did she say?” Jessica scrunches her nose.“What the hell,” I answer her.“Oh, yeah. Che cavolo.” Jessica repeats it. I fight a smile. This isn’t the time. I know she said she was feeling better, but you can never be too sure. “I can speak to the doctor alone.”“Why?”“She might ask me girly things.”“I’ve seen all your girly things.” Jessica’s face starts to turn pink.“Callahan,” she hisses at me.“Fine.” I relent for the first time in my life.“I know,” Dr. Mauti says before I can tell her that her life is at risk if she harms a hair on Jessica’s head. I tell her, in
“He’s intense,” Riley says the second the door falls closed behind Callahan. We are truly alone for the first time.“I don’t know what he is.” I sit back down on the bed. “I still can’t believe you're here.”“It was insane. His man just came and took me.”“I guess he has a style.” Callahan doesn’t hold anything back. He says what he thinks and does what he wants.“Are you okay?” She grabs my hand.“I don’t know.” Unable to help myself, I tell her most of what has happened since I’ve been here.“Aidan thought he'd kill you to stop the marriage or marry you himself.” I don’t want to ask which of those options my brother was hoping for.“He’s not going to marry me.”“Are you sure about that?” Riley pushes her glasses up her nose."That's what I heard his men say about me. That I would only be his mistress. That a Scarfoni would never marry an Jovit.”“I overheard Father say they’d offered you to him before, and he said no.” I nod. It burns, but it only goes to prove my point.“So that’s
“You want to know all my secrets, little rabbit?”“Yes.” I can’t deny her. I've passed all that. I don’t even care anymore if her brother sent her to destroy me. So be it. They could try, but in the end, Jessica is still going to be mine. She’s been in my bed, my home, for weeks. Now she has my child inside of her.“Then, you’ll have to be my wife.” Her tongue comes out, wetting her bottom lip. “Say what you want, Jessica.” I can tell when she is trying to hold back. “You don’t have to ever hold your tongue here.” Not that she often does, but I need her words.“Is this because of the baby?”“No,” I say without hesitation. I shift, taking her with me, so that she’s straddling me in bed. “I even told that doctor you were going to be my wife, so to treat you accordingly, before I knew about the baby.” A smile tugs at her lips."She wondered why I was so worried about you discovering that I was pregnant. She said you’d be happy.”“Very.” I brush her hair away from her face. I can’t help
When Olivia doesn’t have her hands full with Chuck, she’s attending one of her art classes or working in her studio. The boys and I worked on the weekends to build it for her so she’d have somewhere to paint on the property. Without using any of her connections, she’s managed to get her work into many of the local galleries and amass quite the following online under a pseudonym. She was hesitant at first to pursue it.“My parents always told me it was stupid,” she said when she first brought it up to me. But I pushed her.“That’s exactly why you should do it then.”Now every time I come home and see her covered in paint, wearing her oversized pair of coveralls with her hair tied back in a ponytail, it makes my heart go absolutely wild when I think that she is mine.Lugging Chuck over my shoulder, I stride in through the front door to find her at the sink finishing up some dishes.“Shouldn’t you be relaxing?” I ask her. “Dinner was hours ago.”“Oh, I was hungry, so I made myself some s
Five years later…“On nights like this, I always think of my dad.” I look down at my son, Chuck, named after my father, sitting on a stump beside me as we watch the treetops blow above us from the back of my pickup truck parked at the ridge.“You came here with him a lot?”“He took me here,” I smile, ruffling his hair. “Now I take you here.”“Mom says you guys met here.”“That’s kind of true, yes.”“Was she watching the trees too?”“Yes, she was.” I smile as I stand. “Come on, let’s get back and see her before you have to go to bed.”“But I’m not tired!”Chuck laughs and yelps as I lift him up and toss him over my shoulder like the little sack of potatoes he is, hop down out of the back of the pickup, and toss him into the cab.“Buckle up,” I remind him, which he quickly and proudly does. As I back out, I can’t help but look at the spot where I was parked five years ago on that night—the night that changed my life. As I glance in the rearview mirror, if I look hard enough, I can almos
“Make yourself come, you little whore,” he growls as he pumps his cock, showing me no mercy. And why should he? I’ve showed him none with all my power.It doesn’t take me long. A few concentric circles and I’m there. All the tension and build up from the last week—hell, from all the days since the ridge—it all hits me at once like a thousand fireworks exploding straight in my face. Every nerve ending in my body lights up. I try to scream, but my throat is stuffed with his manly inches.Sweet relief overwhelms me. More tears spill from my eyes. I gag on his glorious manhood and feel his cock pulse hard. He quickly pulls out and makes a sound like an angry laugh as I collapse back onto the floor in a shuddering mess.“You almost made me come, you know that?”I can barely even listen to what he’s saying as I lie at his feet, shaking, quivering, my abs spasming like I’ve just done five thousand sit-ups. But I am aware of him pulling my shorts the rest of the way off and his lips kissing u
If my father could see me now…Down on my knees in front of Anatoli Sidorov with my jaw dropped and my mouth obediently open. He would have a heart attack.But me? My heart is fluttering like a hummingbird, my nerves are tingling, and every bit of energy in my body is buzzing, screaming toward the focal point between my thighs. I’m dying for his touch, as I have been this entire week, but right now the queen has a king, and it is her job to obey.“Open,” he commands.I am, I think, but when he pulls his cock out of his briefs, I understand.I’ve only ever seen penises in porn, but even I know that what I’m looking at is not normal. Not average. In fact, what he’s holding in both hands is far, far above average. “I—I can’t swallow that, Anatoli.”His cock is thick like a solid shaft of muscle, with a long vein running all the way up from the base to the broad head. It stands out straight, stiff as a warrior’s spear, and from the tip drips a long line of what must be pre-cum.“Maybe not
“Is that a question?”God, what a stupid thing to say.Thankfully, Anatoli shakes his head. “No, it’s not.”“How—how do you know?”And an even stupider follow-up.“I’m not stupid,” he replies, taking a step forward, halving the distance between us.Well, that makes one of us.My senses suddenly come alive, and I’m aware of the sweltering heat coming off of his body, his intoxicating scent and the way he towers over me with a presence that would terrify me if the same angry fire were still in his eyes.“You wouldn’t do all of this just to get laid,” he says, taking another step. He’s almost on top of me now. My body is yearning for his touch again. The heat between my legs is growing to unbearable levels. Without his finger inside me, I feel vacant, hollow. I’m dying for him to finish what he began. “So there must be more. Much more. Isn’t that right, Olivia?”“I—so what are you saying, Anatoli?” I stammer. “That you…that you love me?”There’s a flash of amusement in his eyes that catc
Anatoli’s touch is like lightning. Electric pulses course up my spine, igniting flares of passion at the base of my skull that light me up like a Christmas tree.His kiss…Oh God, his kiss.I’ve been waiting, dreaming, absolutely begging for it for the last week. And not having it has been more painful than I ever could have imagined. But now having it is almost just as painful.It’s like too much salt or too much sweet. Too much pleasure, and I can barely comprehend it all. And when he curls his fingers and applies pressure between my legs, he overwhelms me.“Anatoli,” I breathe as he breaks our embrace and drags his lips down my neck. I can feel his hunger. His anger—I can feel it in his fingers as he forces them inside me. My jaw drops, and I practically burst like a popping light bulb. “Oh my God!”“This is what you wanted?” he asks, instantly finding my spot. My back arches off the wall, but he presses me right back against it with his body. I feel his bulge, rock hard and thick
I feel like a secret agent as I slip in the back stairs of the Radcliffe estate. I’m almost certainly being caught on their security cameras. Who knows whether or not the guards are watching the monitors and will come running?I’m in peak shape, but when I reach the door to Olivia’s wing, it feels like every one of my heart valves is ready to tear itself to shreds.All this over a girl I should despise.A girl trying to ruin me.I don’t even wait. I grab the door handle and barge in. Olivia almost jumps out of her skin and leaps back like she was about to open it for me.“Anatoli!” she yelps. I quickly clasp my hand over her mouth and close the door behind me.“Quiet!” I snap with a threatening hiss. “It’s been a week, Olivia. A week and I haven’t heard one word from the sheriff or the town clerk. I told you to call off your dogs or else. Was I not clear!?”The words taste like poison on my tongue. I can see the fear in her eyes as I speak them and want nothing more than to release he
I don’t sleep at all. Every time I close my eyes, I see her.Olivia Radcliffe.“Stop,” I tell myself over and over every time the image of her invades my mind. Rich bitch.You never should have kissed her.It was meant to be a spiteful move. A final fuck you to let her know how badly she’d fucked up, but it backfired hard and left me with a stiff dick that I didn’t want to acknowledge or do anything about but finally had to.Twice.And even that wasn’t enough.As I lie in bed, staring at the flecked paint of my bedroom ceiling, I can still feel her soft, supple waist in my hands from when I held her close.Christ, what it would be like to hold her like that again and stuff my cock inside her sweet little pussy. I’d fuck that queenly attitude right out of her. Make her come on my dick over and over and over again until she couldn’t see straight, walk, or mouth off at all.What are all those billions worth when you are shuddering all over my throbbing cock, queenie?I’d give anything to
“Are you all right, Olivia?” Bennett asks.“Fine,” I reply quickly. “I just – I think I’m going to take a bath. I have a bit of a headache.”“Need someone to run the water for you?”I have my back to him, but I can practically see the smirk on his face when he says that line. I’d like to turn around and tell him off – tell him that Tinder pickup lines don’t actually work in person and that I’m not a trashy slut that’s just going to jump in bed with him.But I don’t.Instead, I turn around, put on my best princess face, and force a painful smile.“No, Bennett. Thank you. That’s quite all right. I’m just going to relax now. Please tell my mom I’m going to go to bed early on your way out.”Unlike me, Bennett doesn’t dig deep for his charms and lets his emotions play out over his face.“Uh huh.” He nods, clicking his lower lip with his tongue. “You know, Olivia, when are you going to realize that this 18-year-old-virgin act just isn’t cute anymore?”“Excuse me?”“You know how many girls I