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
“You’re the one who owns me.”“Good girl.”Every. Single. Inch of his thick, swollen cock rams into me with one powerful thrust. My eyes fly wide and my mouth goes slack as I cry out in ecstasy. The force of his thrust has me up on the balls of my feet, my toes curling as my hands go flat to the tiled wall on either side of the mirror in front of us.In it, I lock eyes with him in front of the mirror, my face tensing in pleasure as his tenses. His hands tighten on my hips as he holds me and fucks me in and out, fucking me with hard strokes against the sink and deep, powerful strokes that have me gripping the sink for stability.His hand cups my breast, pinching and twisting my nipple hard as the other hand wraps around my throat. His teeth clench down on my neck, making me cry out as pain and pleasure mix together to the point in which I can't separate one from the other.As he consumes me entirely.His thick, swollen cock drives in and out of my slickness, coating my thighs with
I look like…well, like I just got the shit fucked out of me in a bar bathroom, that’s what.I fix that as much as I can before I take a deep breath and step out into the hallway. Back in the main bar area, I swallow as I arrive back at the table where Callie and Bella are talking and drinking margaritas.“Girl!” Callie frowns at me. “Where the hell did you…” She arches a brow, and slowly starts to smirk. “Where exactly did you get off to?”“And more to the point, who did you get off with,” Bella adds, making the two of them crack up as they grin at me.I desperately try to contain the heat on my face.“Ha ha ha,” I sigh, trying to look amused and sarcastic and not, well, floating and well fucked. “I got to talking with someone at the bar, and—”“Uh oh! Don’t tell Mr. Dictator,” Callie teases.“Hilarious,” I roll my eyes, still trying to keep my face from heating. “It was a girl from my class. Relax.”She frowns. “Uh huh. How come you’re all sweaty and glowing?”I frown, shrugging
I drag down a steadying, breath that's so painful from the kick to my ribs. There’s a snap in the air as the sun lowers. I loved the feel of sunshine on my bare feet earlier, but now my toes are frozen. God, I hope what I packed in my bags are complete and I didn’t forget shoes. I’m not getting far in flip-flops.Or with two hundred dollars.I am well and truly fucked.I had half an idea to get a hotel room for the night, but if whoever is after me catches me? I'm done for ,Every second counts. I don’t have time to waste. I need to move.I shake myself and take note of where I am. I need to get out of here.What else?Come on, Ana. Use that brain.I need money. I need to figure out where to go and how to survive when I get there. I need to cover my tracks.I enter into the ladies room. It’s empty, thank God. I lock myself in a stall and sit on the toilet seat to think. My mind isn’t working right. I can’t focus.Whoever is after me now is obviously Looking for me, I might end up dy
“I’m not worried about Roman .” Much. I help her put the pieces together. “Dimitri doesn’t like loose ends.”Bella’s gaze flies to her phone. It’s laying on a coffee table covered in rings. “Are they looking for you?”“Probably.”“You have to get out of here.” There’s an edge of panic in her voice. She gets it now.“Yeah.” I move my tired body up. She bounds to her feet and roots in her purse. “I have thirty…seven bucks.” She shoves a wad in my hand.“I’ll pay you back.”“Just—you gotta go. This city ain't as big as you think. Ana , you in danger, girl.” She checks her phone. “Shit. There’s a text from Carlo.”“What does it say?” I lean over to look at the glowing screen. “What is that?”“it’s an emoji.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “He thinks he’s cute. He's learn how to use them.”“No mention of me?”“Just sad emojis.”“That's good I still have time”We exhale together.“Bella, I would never ask you this, but—”“What do you need?” she interrupts. She’s right in my face, earnestly
That’s why the shame is eating me up.All of this did not come out of left field. He’s a bad man. It was only a matter of time before he did something bad to me.The further we get from the lights of the city, the sharper the image becomes in my mind.If my mother were here, she would be surprised at how bad my life has gotten. Wherever she is, though, I know I’m breaking my mom’s heart. She never did better for herself, but she wanted so much more for me. Nothing material. Only love. Happiness. Kindness. Peace. She had no idea how to get it for herself, and I have to face facts—neither do I.I slump against the seat, drained. Despite the creeping fear , the slow speed in which the bus moves on the asphalt is putting me to sleep. I’m hurting, but there’s a part of me that’s seeking for life, a part that's still fighting, a part that has not given up, pained and trampled but alive.Maybe Roman and the bravta did me a favor, ripping the veil from my eyes now.I would have quite happ
Black eyes. Perfectly trimmed beard. Not a hair on his head out of place. I gasp and drop the phone. “Ana.” It’s an order. His voice drips with. I didn’t really think he would—I press my hand to my chest, try to contain my beating heart. What have I done? No, no. I’m okay. He can’t trace me. I bought this phone at the flea market, and I’m paying for minutes. I can hang up anytime and never speak to him again. “Ana,” he repeats, insistent. Louder. I toss a pillow to the foot of the bed and prop the phone on it. Then I prop my back against the couch part, drawing my knees to my chest. I’m not so brave now, and there’s an ache in my chest, a stupid basket of hurt feelings. He’s at his desk. There’s the painting behind him. He’s wearing a white shirt with two of the buttons on the collar unbuttoned . No tie. It’s so late, but he doesn’t look the least bit rumpled or frazzled. He looks angry. Even on the small phone screen, I can tell his eyes are flashing. A cord in his neck
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
ANARoman presses another kiss to my mouth to silence me, then mentions, “We can get a team to help you out with all the work.”I wrap my arms around his neck and stare at him with all the love I feel in me. “Thank you.” I interlock my legs around his waist as I pull him closer to me. Tell me “Do you think my idea to open a free kitchen is stupid, or do you feel it is too big of a project for me to take on?”“No.” Picking me up, he carries me to the bed and lays me down on my side of the bed while continuing, “I think it’s an amazing idea. I just don’t want you working yourself to death.”“Okay.”Walking around the bed, he throws the covers back and lies down beside me. I crawl beneath the blankets and adjust them over his body before I get comfortable.He turns so we’re lying face-to-face, then says, “You are one hell of an amazing woman, Ana.”I brush my fingers over the five o’clock shadow on his jaw. “You are so amazing.”We become quiet for a moment, just staring at eac
ROMAN I’m fucking tired and just want to get into bed with my woman.Freezing my ass off, I climb back into the SUV to wait for thirty minutes because I need to make sure nothing will be a problem for Ana in the future.My phone vibrates, and I check the message that just came through.Ana: Just checking if you’re okay.I quickly take off my gloves and type a response.Roman: Almost done. I’ll be home in an hour.Ana: Can’t wait. I have something so exciting I want to share with you.She probably wants to tell me she’s starting to work with Chloe very soon.Putting the gloves on again, my arm and back sting, and I know Ana’s going to lose her shit when she sees I’ve been grazed by bullets.I keep an eye on the time, and when thirty minutes is up, I get out of the SUV and walk to the alley, where I pass empty crates and boxes, not finding anything.I turn around, I walk back to the SUV so I can get my ass home to my woman with the full intention of not telling her about not killing th