RomanA few hours ago “You can turn around. She’s gone.” Dimitri’s been facing the wall since Ana went to her knees. I didn’t have to tell him. He figured out before I did what she was about to do. I don’t understand her. She particularly likes sex. No, she’s playing a game. My lips twitch. I love to play games with Ana, I like everything she does. She thought someone else was watching her. She was right. She flashed her tits to flush them out. It was a decent solution, but built on faulty assumptions. I drum my fingers on the desk. This has gone on too long. I want her back. I can’t focus on work. I’m taking ill-advised risks. For the first time in years, I’m losing in the stock markets because I can't seem to focus. She’s going to pay in flesh when I get her back. Every lost minute, every bad trade, she’s going to work out on her back. I don’t want to wait anymore. I shouldn’t have to. I’m throwing hundreds of thousands at the problem, and the best investigative minds
Roman “Never intentionally.”“Yes, intentionally.” She rolls her eyes. “You said she lied to you. And dragged her into your bravta messy business, Ana’s not like that.”Adrenaline surges through my veins. Did the key to finding Ana just drop itself into my lap?“I know. I made a terrible mistake.” I pinch my brow and eyes close and look down, hoping it’s close enough to an expression of regret.“You did. She’ll never forgive you.”I nod in somber agreement. “Still, I want to apologize for everything, but I don’t know how to get a hold of her. Do you know....?”“Bella,” she supplies. “Bella Collins” She looks at me with distrusting eyes, her thoughts moving across her open face like a mixtape of emotions. Sympathy. Consideration. Mistrust. I hold my breath. Finally, she sighs. “No. Sorry. I don’t know where she went.”She’s lying. She knows something. I tick her name away for later. I’m not going to wring her neck to get more information from her here in the middle of dinner. I
I inhale and slowly exhale. My left eye’s twitching. How much longer does this part of the game last?When I don’t reply, she feels compelled to argue the point. “It’s only the truth. If you don’t like it, that’s on you.”“Okay. If you say so.”“I’m not feeling bad because we broke up, if that’s what you think.”“Fine. Where are you? I’ll bring you home. Smooth things over. I’ll set you up in your own place, and I'll get you a new car.”I’m lying through my teeth, and she’s not even listening. She’s stuck on how our relationship started. It’s like when I need the numbers from facts from Dimitri and he's giving me nothing to go with.I know her perfectly. Better than she knows herself. She’s a tangled ball of self-doubt, foolish pride, dumb hope, brilliance, and blind affection. And I’m obsessed.I need her back.I drop my voice, lace it with menace. “I know what’s going to happen if you don’t come home. You’ll be found. There will be no conversation. You won’t even feel the bullet i
AnaI think I did manage to piss Roman off. He hasn’t requested a private meeting in a week. Part of me is still riding high, but the other part is sinking back into the normal life that I'm living in this quiet town .I can’t stay here, and I can’t afford to leave. I’m beginning to realize that almost everyone in Rockhaven is in the exact same situation.The Camming app pays on a 30 day basis. By a month or so, I’ll be able to move on, but for now, I have to pray that Bella Collins keeps her mouth shut and my hours don’t get cut at the gas station.I’m working late tonight, but at least it’s something to do. My boss called me when he was out drunk. He told me to lock up at midnight and take the key home with me. He’ll come by for it tomorrow.Even though it’s a Saturday night, the town is empty. The only customers tonight have been two guys my age looking to buy energy drinks and the cheap single cigars they buy to roll blunts. It’s good they were high as kites and incapable of d
He moves me down the sidewalk cracked by weeds, and I struggle to stay on my feet.I know if I fall, he won’t release his grip on me. He’ll hold on while I rip my shoulder from the socket. And ultimately blame me for it.He’s parked behind a vacant fast-food restaurant. The block is silent, not a car on the road, today when I need the catcalls, why can't anything go my way.The nearest vehicle is in front of the house at the corner. There’s a light on upstairs. It’s unlikely they’d hear a scream. I’ll have to run. Roman will have to drop my arm sometime. That’s the instant he does that, I need to make my move.He opens the trunk of his car. I prepare myself to run away.I don’t have a chance. He slams his palm into my back and sweeps my legs so I fall into the car. The carpet burns my cheek. I kick, but he’s wedged himself between my legs, and I can’t get the angle right. My heels just rub off at him as he works.I’m screaming now, but he has the back of my head, and he’s shoving m
There’s no way I can reach it. Roman taped my wrists and elbows. I can’t even try to get it with my teeth. I can’t breathe; blood pounds in my ears. I’m going to suffocate inside the trunk of his car. I’m going to slowly lose consciousness to the quiet thumping of the bass beat coming from the sound system of the car, and then I’m going to die. He’ll probably shove my body in the golf bag. The trunk vibrates from the music. He’s blaring the radio, and we’re going fast. He’s enjoying himself. There’s something about the idea that calms me down, lets me think. I have enough air right now. I’m uncomfortable for now, but I’m okay. I can plan my next move. The Odds are he’s going to take me back to his place. Roman’s a loner, and his home is his safe space. He’s angry. He wants to play with me. He’ll want to be on his own territory. That’s good. I know every inch of that penthouse. I never wasted the rare opportunity when Roman was not around, or when he went to a meeting downt
“No. I need water. And I need to sit up.” I don’t know why he cares. He’s got me back. That’s all that matters, right? He rises easily to his feet and grabs me under my armpits, hoisting me until he can scoop me into his arms. I’m not a small woman. His brute strength always surprises me. He spends hours a day at his computer or on the phone, but he balances it with time in the basement gym. He doesn’t have machines. He flips tractor tires and swings ropes. That kind of thing. I used to love his body. I was obsessed. I loved the ridges and lines other men don’t have and how his boring suits hid such sculpted power. I was sucked in so easily. A pretty face, a hot body, money, brains. I was a goner. Well, maybe anyone would fall. But all the women I know steer clear of him. They know something I don’t. If he was just a dark horse, they’d be all over him. Roman never laid a hand on me. He never even raised his voice. All of the shameless gold diggers in our circle tried t
Knowing how much it would piss him off, I’d woke up this morning putting everything behind me and ready to face the day.Not long after, he found me in the pool, doing topless laps to music.As per his usual, he was dressed to the nines. His tailored dark blue suit lovingly fit his broad shoulders and lean hips. His sunglasses made his hotness catapult off the charts.He always looked flawless—except on those occasions when I could muss his hair. He picked up the remote, turning down my tunes.“You and your clothes, Rome. How much did that suit cost?”“In U.S. dollars? Ninety or so.”I gaped. “Thousand?”“A Dormicui suit doesn’t come cheap.” He jerked his chin at me and said, “I always pay for quality.”Thanks for the reminder. He was as hot and cold as ever, but his overall mood deteriorated with each day.So why did he want me with him if he can process emotions?Though I was thinking more clearly today—he’d decided I could use a night’s uninterrupted sleep to figure him out—I coul
The song changes into a sexy song plays on in the background as I walk over and stand in front of him.He pulls himself up as I slide my hands up his perspiration-clad body. He eases himself down, and I do the same. His biceps and shoulders are pumping.Just like my blood are right at this moment.Our eyes are locked. It’s just him and me.Hell, he makes me forget how to breathe.He rises up and down, his dark eyes locked on mine, and I cup his dick. I kiss his stomach, I run my hands up over his rock-hard abs and then lower.He’s hardened, simply from all the touching I'm doing.I inhale as, he lets go of the bar and jumps down.In one fast movement, he has me pinned to the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around my throat.His mouth moves to my ear. “Did you come in here to get fucked by my cock?” he whispers darkly.I stare at him. His knee parts my legs, and he pushes his hard erection into me as he bites my ear. “Answer the fucking question.” He growls.Goosebumps scatter
ANAZoran holds the back door of the black Mercedes open for me.And he gives me a kind smile as I walk out of the house.“Hi, Zoran.” I smile.“Good evening, Ana” He closes the door behind me after I slide into the backseat.He gets into the driver seat wearing his black customary suit and earpiece. He looks every bit of the handsome bodyguard.We pull out into the traffic, and I glance behind me to see the second security car following us.My life has changed dramatically.I’m dating the a member of the Bravta and a politician.My beloved Roman Petrov.Security guards are ever present, his work schedule is getting better, and we live in a mansion I would say. Staying at our old house is completely out of the question now. Security risks are things I can no longer ignore. Not that I can actually call it our place anymore. It’s more like an empty house with furniture in it. I haven’t slept there in three months. Depending on our schedule, sometimes I go weeks without even calli
ANAWe take a shower and, with the towel, dries me carefully and then lies me on the bed. He spreads my legs again and leans down, and kisses me there. As if completely focused on his task, he gets up immediately and goes to his closet and takes out a box.He removes a bottle of lube and puts it on the bedside. My eyes widen when I see it, "You had lube with you?" I frown.“yes ,” He smirks.“Always prepared?”“yes I am.”I giggle, and the fast pace at which my heart is beating slows down a bit.This is something he's thought about. He really wants this.As his towel drops to the floor , and his large thick cock springs free, engorged, and rock hard. It hangs heavily between his legs, and he gives it a few slow strokes as he kicks his towel to the side. He lies down beside me and leans up onto his elbow, his lips take mine, and he kisses me. His eyes close, and wearing a soft smile, he has this aura of happiness around him. "This might be slow." He murmurs against my lips a
ROMAN With every passing second, where the guests are drinking champagne and enjoying the reception. I grow more and more impatient for them to leave.“Stop scowling at everyone,” Ana whispers, where she’s sitting like a gem beside me.“How much longer?” I mutter.“We only get one time to introduce me to everyone,” she says, “try to enjoy it.”“I am, but I also want to be alone with you.”She hits my chest and smiles at Sam as she walks by the table.“You look stunning, Ana,” Sam says, not even daring to look in my direction.“Thank you,” Ana accepts the compliment like the queen she is.Chloe rushes toward us and says, “It’s time to open the dance floor.”“Dance floor?” I mutter. “No one said anything about us dancing.”“Do it for me please Roman,” Ana whispers before standing up.Unable to refuse her anything, I climb to my feet and follow her to the middle of the floor.A song starts to play, and as I take Ana into my arms, I ask, “Which song did you pick?”“ The way you lo
ANAI got to spend some time with Roman , but tonight is the night.The other heads of the Bravta and their partners are coming over, and I’m nervous as fuck.I’ve just put on the sheer body suit and Valentino black high heels when Roman comes into my walk-in closet. His eyes land on me, and he stops dead in his tracks.“No,” he growls as he slowly starts to shake his head, his expression darkening by the second. “There is no fucking way you’re wearing that in front of the other men lest bravta men.”“Hold on before you pop a muscle,” I mutter hastily, I only have a few seconds to change his mind.I grab the leather jacket out of my closet and put it on. When I fasten the belt, and the fabric spreads out like a short skirt, I say, “See. Everything’s covered.”He stares at me for a while before he says, “Fine. But the fucking jacket stays on at all times.”I walk closer to him, and wrapping my fingers behind his neck, I pull him a down a little. Against his lips, I whisper, “I
I let out a sigh. “You’re mine, Ana, which means I’m going to provide for you. You need an investment in case of an emergency.”“What…” she doesn’t finish her question, and her features tighten when she whispers, “You are not going to die. I thought we talked about this.” I nod because, unlike most people like to assume, I’m not indestructible.Her fingers tighten around mine, and she glances away from me.“It won’t happen easily,” I say to put her mind at ease.She sets her coffee cup down as she lowers her head. “I really hope not.”“Come here,” I order as I move my chair backwards to accommodate her.She gets up, and I pull her onto my lap. Taking hold of her face, I turn her face so she’ll look at me.“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”“Okay,” she whispers before wrapping her arms around my neck.I hold her tightly while it sinks in that it upsets her a lot to think of me dying.More love pours into my chest, and I press a kiss to her shoulder and another to the side
I can barely hold on by the time he comes with a groan. He pulls me down on top of him, and his arms tight around me. he plunges into me again, his body jerking with each thrust. When he stills beneath me, we’re both breathless. I can feel his heart racing where my cheek is pressed to his chest. “Christ,” he gasps. “You might just kill me.” I let out a chuckle, and when my inner walls squeeze his cock, he lets out a sharp breath before his body shudders. I press a kiss to his racing heart, then let out a happy sigh. His hand pats my butt, then he orders, “Up before I end up fucking you the whole day.” As I climb off him, his cock slips out of me. My body jerks because I feel raw and sensitive from all the sex. I let out a chuckle. “I’m going to need time to recover.” Roman moves off the bed. “Get your sexy ass in the shower.” I move off the mattress and follow him into the shower. Once we’re both beneath the warm spray of water, Roman starts to wash my body.
When Roman pulls out of me, I shift, and it has his eyes snapping to mine with worry in his expression.“You okay?”I nod quickly. “Yes. Just a bit sensitive.”He lies down on his back, and when I climb off the bed, his gaze follows me to the bathroom.I quickly clean myself before wetting a washcloth. When I walk back into the room and crawl onto the bed.he takes the washcloth from my hand and throws it on the floor.My eyebrows draw together, then he says “I don’t want to clean you off me yet.”His possessive voice makes the butterflies in my belly resume their fluttering.Roman pulls me closer,and when I lie down beside him, his arms wrap around me.As he buries his face in the grove of my neck.Just like earlier, I throw my leg over his and using my leg to pull and hold him tightly to my body.My fingers trail up and down his back, and I press a kiss to his temple.He lets out a heavy sigh and melts into me.I keep caressing his back, and not even minutes later, his breaths ev
ANAThe words soak into my bones, filling me with a warmth.I’ve never experienced before. It feels safe.it feels as if I’ve finally found a place where I truly belong.I’ve found my home.“Am I the first?” he asks.I nod, not trusting my voice right now.“Good,” he sighs before he lowers his head to claim my lips.The kiss starts out slow as if Roman’s taking his time to show me how he feels,tonight feels different.But as the seconds pass, the need grows between us, and he becomes impatient.His tongue lashes at mine, and when his teeth tug at my bottom lip, his hand moves away from my face, and he suddenly ends the kiss.He crawls down my body, and taking hold of my pyjamas shorts, he tugs them off of me.I quickly remove my cami while he shoves his sweatpants down.When we’re both naked, he pushes my legs open. I still feel self-conscious, but the emotion quickly turns to surprise when Roman kisses the inside of my thigh.“Time to taste you, Moya Roza,” he groans right before