I stare at the reflection of the girl in the mirror with her full face of makeup and her black lace strapless dress.The energy in the air is electric. The Escort Girls are excited for tonight. It’s showtime.The thought of entertaining a man tonight turns my stomach.I’m not sleeping with anyone. I don’t want to even talk to a man, let alone have sex. Roman well and truly tamed the tiger that was my sexual drive. After taking in the size of him, I was sore for days. But it was my ego that took the biggest hit. I’m still licking my wounds and to make it worse, hearing that he booked Danielle was the straw that broke the camel’s back.Pathetic.I hear the excited squeal of one of the girls. She peers around the curtain that hides a one-way window that shows the catwalk area. The girl has long blonde hair and is drop dead gorgeous.“He’s here. He hasn’t been here for months.” She dances back to her makeup chair. “I’m so excited, I could die.”“Who’s here?” someone else asks.“Mr. Silver
“Sixty-five!” another man calls.I glance toward the door to see Roman leaving with Luna. He’s holding her hand. He says something to her, and she laughs in response as they continue to leave. He didn’t even stay to see who I chose, God, I read this all wrong.He doesn’t care that I work here. Maybe he's still angry because he thought I tried to entrap him with a baby. He just doesn’t give a fuck.I go through the introductions with the men one by one, and they all seem nice.But none are who I want.“Who will it be, Ana? Who will be your date for tonight?”I look between them. I want to go for the kindest looking man—the one I know will handle the rejection with ease.“Mr. Steven,” I say softly. He’s blonde and sweet looking. He walks over and takes my hand to kiss the back of it. “Hello, Ana.” “Hi.” I force a smile. He leads me down the catwalk and we walk toward the exit. Is Roman kissing her right now? Is he grabbing her face and kissing her? God, it’s one thing to never experi
My toes curl. Damn it, his kisses are so good. It’s just so. .“We’re no good for each other, Roman,” I murmured against his lips.He takes my face in both hands. “I know. So, let’s be bad for each other instead.Something cracks inside of me.I pull his head close to mine , and I kiss him back with everything I have. Our kiss turns frantic. We lose control and turn into animals. I’ve never had a sexual attraction like this to anyone. It’s uncontrollable. Kissing this man is the very last thing I should be doing, but hell, I can’t stop.“Naked,” he growls. “I need you fucking naked.”I tear his suit jacket off his shoulders and throw it to the side. I get to work on his shirt buttons. I need him naked.His lips find my neck, and he runs his teeth down it. I feel like I’m about to combust and am filled with urgency as I struggle with his pants. The button finally breaks free, and I pull his pants down in one sharp movement.His hard cock springs free. Precum is already beading on its end
It is late at night as I dream of a heavenly scene.Arousal moves throughout my body and I relax to enjoy it.It feels good.I like this dream. I like it a lot.My legs spread farther apart, and I smile to myself.I feel a kiss on my inner thigh, and my sleepy eyelids open. My hand goes down to the covers, and I feel movement under them.Wait…what?A tongue swipes through my sex, and a feeling runs through me.This is real.I’m still in the Escort auction with Roman.This man is insatiable. We had sex three times last night before we fell asleep, and now I wake up to this.I pull the covers back, and in the twinkle of the moonlight pouring through the window, I see Roman licking me up like his life depends on it.I smile with a sharp inhale, and I cup his face in my hand.His eyes hold mine, and he kisses my sex with an open mouth.“final time before the night,” he whispers.I spread my legs wider. “Please don't stop.”He licks me deeper and deeper, and with every swipe, my arousal grows.My b
“Don't tell me you're still talking to the Russian” my new friends, we met at the auction, they are students trying to make ends meet, can you imagine my luck, We go to the same school and work together. I feel as I could put the whole mom thing behind me till I finish schooling and earn my degree. then go back and face my father. “What?” I yell. I have to: it’s loud as absolute shit in here with the music banging out of the loudspeakers and so many people that the place is almost certainly over legal capacity. Bella rolls her eyes. “Who’s the guy you’re texting?” I swallow, my heart skipping as I put down my phone. “No one. There’s no guy.” Next to Bella, Callie smirks at me. “I’m calling her out, she's lying.” Bella snorts, turning to clink her margarita against Callie. “Right?” I glare at the two of them. “Okay, first of all, I feel set up.” Callie snickers. “How?” “You told me we were going out for research purposes.” She shrugs, gesturing around the crowded bar wi
“Oooo,” Callie giggles. “Tell me. Now.”My face heats.Not a fucking chance.“It’s…just a guy. It’s nothing, really.”Callie glances at Bella before smirking at me. “Nothing like nothing, or nothing like you’re just casually fucking him?”My face goes hot. Callie’s eyes instantly bulge.“Hold up,” she breathes, staring at me. “I was kidding, but, Oh my God, are you seriously sleeping with someone outside work?!”My throat bobs up and down. “No.”“Because if you went out and had sex with him and didn’t tell me, that’s fucked up.”I frown. “Or, that’s private?”“Dude, have you met me?”I snort.“Yeah, I’m going to need to see your phone.”“Not happening.”“C’mon!!”“No!” I laugh nervously.“You're my only friend apart from Bella” I stare at her flatly. “Okay, that’s cheating.”“Don’t worry,” Bella grins. “We won’t snoop. Just show us what’s had you staring at your phone like you don’t know what to say back.”Jeus christo, these two they don't know when to give up.“Hang on.”They bot
This has gone from bad to worse. After half an hour of anxiously waiting for Roman to somehow find me and exact his punishment on me for saying no to him. I’m at the bar getting another round of drinks none of us need at this moment when a hand lands heavily on my arm. When I turn, I physically recoil. My stomach knots, and my entire body goes numb. “Been a while, Ana.” No. No. I haven’t actually talked to or even seen Dario Since our high school graduation, which he absolutely ruined for me. When he cornered me, after I’d managed to avoid him for a week, and threw his threats at me. Dangled what he had on me over my head as a way to keep me quiet about what had happened. What he’d done. I’ve spent years trying to pretend that what he has that could destroy me doesn’t, in fact, exist; that the events of that night never actually happened. Coming face to face with him has it all rushing back at once. When I don’t respond, he smirks. “Damn, Ana. You’re looking gorgeous.”
“I don’t give a fuck who you are, and I certainly don’t give a fuck who your daddy is. But if you touch what’s mine again, I swear by whatever you hold holy and dear that I will remove your hand from the rest of your arm with a rusty fucking soup spoon. Do we understand each other?” Dario stares, then swallows, nodding quickly. “Say it,” Roman hisses. “I…!” He shudders. “I understand!” “Now fuck off back to your play group.” Dario scrambles to his feet, turns, and makes a straight line for the exit. I shiver as Roman slowly turns back to me. “Are you fucking insane?!” I hiss. “Do you have any idea who that—” “Nope. And I don’t care.” I gasp as he moves into me, grabbing me possessively with one arm around my waist as his other hand slides up to fist the back of my hair. Roman tugs my head back, tilting my face up to his. “But when I come for what’s mine after she refuses to do as I say, and I find someone else touching—” “Oh my God!” I blurt, well past tipsy from
ANAThere was darkness, a dominance, in him. It called to me, “Just-just don’t hurt me,” I whispered low, crawling backwards, my eyes never leaving his face.The fragrance spreading around the room enveloped me, the mixture of my arousal and Roman’s scent. A deep spicy, manly scent that I first got a faint smell of in the weeks ago. Holding my eyes with a look, he slipped his pants off, and boxers followed. I drew my tongue across my bottom lip, tempted to lift and lick every damn inch of him, I could lay hands on.My husband had a body worth worshiping. His chest and neck was barely visible in darkness, though it definitely needed more of my attention. Hunger crawled up my spine, mixing with fear and anxiety from the problem of the past few weeks.His thick cock was hard.“I’d cut my dick off before I hurt you,” he assured me, in a gentle voice.Maybe I was stupid, but I found myself trusting him no matter the circumstance.So far, he always ensured my pleasure, that I was sure
ANA I wanted to touch his body, feel his hot skin against my flesh. So far, he has touched the most hot parts of my body while I have yet to touch his skin, see his body. My hands grabbed the lapels of his tuxedo jacket. I pushed it slowly off his shoulder and tossing it on the floor with my wedding dress and lingerie. “I want to touch you,” I whispered, my breathing breaking like waves crashing on shore. His teeth gently bit the delicate flesh along my neck, setting off a sexy flame inside me. My hands shook a bit as I took off his shirt next, hungry to feel his naked skin against mine. There was something so damn hot about seeing him go from a clean cut man in an expensive suit to this, a man hungry for me. Even in the dark of the room, I could see he was beautiful, his abs solid, his muscles strong. He kicked off his shoes, followed by his socks, but his pants stayed on. I wanted them gone. My hand pulled him closer through his belt, struggling with it. I didn’t
ANA I scanned the open-plan kitchen looking out into a large balcony, lit up romantically, giving me a glimpse of its shadows. This was every chef’s dream kitchen. I was no chef by any means, but this was a state of the art kitchen, every appliance was new.This room was gorgeous.This time, I slid down Roman’s body and slowly walked around the massive room. I must have looked ridiculous roaming around the kitchen, still wearing my wedding dress. I didn’t care. Beautiful countertops were exactly the way I liked them, white and pristine. putting my fingerstips over the smooth surface, I couldn’t find one thing I didn’t like about the kitchen. Even the dark cabinets, were a nice contrast to the white tabletops.The stove tops were beautiful and there were two of them. There were four ovens and two large below the freezing point refrigerators.“Did you hire a cook?” I asked. I knew the answer but his gaze tracking my every movement made me nervous.“I did but he knows to let y
ANA The champagne was getting to me, setting my insides aflame. Or maybe it was the glances Roman sent my way. They were like a warm caress on my skin and felt better than the light ocean breeze against my skin. Throughout the after wedding dinner, I was aware of his eyes full of promises and for the first time ever, it didn’t send fearful shivers down my spine. And that scared me more than anything. “What’s the matter?” Callie asked, leaning closer to me as her arm looped through mine. Bella mimicked the movement on my other side. The three of us walked together towards the Gazebo. “Are you looking forward to having him screw your brains out?” Callie remarked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. I smiled slightly. It was time to go home with Roman as he waited for me across the field. I ran back to him open heartedly, joining our hands together. He raised our interlocked hands, his lips brushing softly against each knuckle. “Tonight is our honeymoon,” he spoke lo
ANASunlight gleamed through the windows of my bedroom. Dust particles swayed in the air like tiny bits of silver and gold. Just like my dress.“Oh my gosh,” the dressmaker beamed. “The dress is gorgeous, on you”I shook my head while staring at my reflection. My makeup had been done and my hair had been pulled up in a fancy braided bun. A diamond tiara made me feel like a princess. A snow princess. A silver princess.The wedding dress was a perfect mixture of white and silver, like freshly fallen snow. The thin straps had tiny diamond beads that matched the diamonds on the tiara. The corset had the similar decor, hugging my torso while the sheer material of it flared down to the hardwood floor into a long flared train behind me.It was simply beautiful. Breathtaking.But whenever I think of the reason for this wedding, it tugs at my heart.“It suits you perfectly,” she chimed in as she tugged the last of my laces on my back. “You are glowing.”“I’m so nervous,” I admitted.“
ANAMy eyes flickered to his hand wrapped around my waist as a sense of ownership.When Mayor Rice said my mother's name, The incident that I dreamt about sometimes came rushing to the forefront of my mind. My temples throbbed as my mind hunted for something. Something important.It evaporated, just like all of my dreams of freedom before she died.Forcing a smile to my lips, I turned to look at Roman. “Ready to make the rounds, dear?”Roman’s eyes were on Dario, something dark in his gaze. Yes, Roman was neck deep covered in blood, but at least he didn’t deal in human trafficking or selling innocent women. His uncle might have, but he didn’t.A corner of Roman’s lips tugged up, ever the politician “Gentlemen.”His voice held an unspoken threat of retribution and suddenly, I found myself happy to have him on my side.++++++++++++++++ROMAN Maria De Sol One thing I could be certain of.Ana faked not remembering that name. It was as if she was triggered by the name but she hid it
ANAHeels clicked against the marble floor of the club.The club XXS was turned into a ballroom while upper floors hosted poker tables and roulette tables.“Do you do this often?” I asked, side-eying Roman.“What? Show you off to my business partners.”“Host gambling at the same time as a fundraiser?”“No, usually it’s a nightclub and casino.” His gaze roamed over the room. “But for the event of bringing you out in public , my people didn’t organize anything. I let the city host their fundraiser and they have free rein of the building and event today.”It was an important day for me. Roman was introducing me to people. I was not the Rapunzel hidden in the castle anymore, my gut warned, a feeling of something happening tonight.“What’s the matter?” Roman’s gaze focused on me, his men walking right behind us.I shook my head. “Nothing.”Silver trays full of champagne flutes and appetizers made the rounds across the room. The glasses glistened the mighty chandelier. A small musical
ROMANSit down,” Kai orders. “Show respect to your Pakhan, Igor.” Igor mumbles an apology and begrudgingly sits while still giving me the death glare.“It’s good that you’re here, Petrov. We have some business to discuss.” The pakhan speaks for the first time since I came in. There’s a huskiness to his voice due to the cancer, and soon enough, it’ll be noticeable to everyone.“I have business to discuss, too.”Viktor scoffs under his breath at way I addressed Granduncle.My attention turns to him. “You have a problem with me?”“None at all, Petrov.” He pauses, readjusting his glasses with his middle finger. “Yet.”The threat behind his gesture doesn’t escape me, so I counter using his subtle way. Still keeping eye contact, I slide the cup of coffee in front of me then crush a piece of sugar inside before it melts. “Good to know.”His brows furrow, and his most loyal soldier, Aleksander, stiffens behind him, his hand going to his gun. He has a smaller frame for a guard, but he’s as
ROMAN I have to go to the meeting with the elders today and try to reason with them on the death of Vladamir and it not being Ana’s fault.I push the board room door open and go inside ready to fight for her.It’s easy to be intimidated by the leaders of the elite group. Most of them, From other families included, have served time in jail. While that’s disgraceful in the outside world, it’s a stamp of honor for any member of the Bravta.Granduncle Morozov sits at the head of the table. He’s old, in his sixties. His once-blond hair is now completely white and washed by time. While cancer has made him look older, it didn’t take his hair away, probably because of his stubbornness about refusing to undergo chemotherapy. I try not to look at him knowing every and any weaknesses will be exploited.My cousin Vasili leaves my side and sits on Granduncle’s right, which is his position as his right hand man. On his left sits Kai, the Enforcer. He holds the same level of power as Vlad, bu