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
He hated that. I have an idea. I press my lips so he can’t see my small smile, and I switch to my knees, bending over to readjust the camera so it tilts up. “What are you doing?” he asks. “Earning my tip.” I slide my legs apart and push my fingers up my hips and side. Goosebumps break out across my bare stomach. It’s freezing in here. Roman’s face is stone. I tilt my head and reach behind my back, unlocking my bra clasp, waiting for his eyes to dart to the side as he pays full attention to me. “Tell Dimitri—if that’s him—that I expect a tip from him, too.” I curve my shoulders and let my bra fall to the bed. The air hits my breasts and my nipples pucker and turn stuff from the cold air. I’m full and achy. I’m due for my period soon, and I’m tender. Light blue veins are visible through my pale skin. Can Roman see? I cup my breasts, let my thumbs brush my nipples. My belly quivers. I’m not turned on exactly. It takes a lot to get me turned on. But the sensation is inter
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
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