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Chapter 27: Zefiro's pov
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My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 28: Zefiro's pov
I watched appreciatively as she saunters over in a matching set of girly underwear, nothing at all like what a grown woman should have on, but Susanna everything she wears on her skin sinful. I'll never see a Barbie imprinted fabric the same way again."Barbie?" I ask, unable to keep the tinge of amusement from my voice. She shrugs. "I might have seen it once as a kid, maybe even liked it, but I don't remember much from that time anymore." She starts to dip her toe into the water but she suddenly hisses, her eyes clashing with mine for a bewildered moment. "Are you trying to kill yourself?"I frown. "No."Murmuring something under her breath, she fumbles with the faucet until the water warms, and I wonder if she knows her breasts look fascinating when they jiggle like that. She looks worried. For me. The thought makes me feel odd, like a teenager nervous about asking the hottest girl in school to prom. I couldn't relate with either. I'd never had to ask a woman to be mine. I all b
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 29: Zefiro
Standing, I pull off my sleeveless shirt. My pants and briefs follow and I watch her take in every inch of my naked skin. She struggles to avert her gaze from my torso but she fails. Her back arches and her tongue slips out to wet her bottom lip as she stares shamelessly at my cock. I'd be offended that she desires that part of me more than she desires something real with me, but I'm a sucker for her. She doesn't know it yet, but I'll give her whatever she wants if she ever learns how to make demands.Susanna reaches for a loafer--my loafer, wets it and something about watching her rub something of mine against that pale skin makes arousal pool at my tip and drip. Down. She leans forward so suddenly, catching my precum on her lips like she couldn't afford to let it go to waste.Jesus.I sit, more than content with watching her squeeze the bubbled, soapy water down her neck, and I watch it soak her bra, run down her hard nipples. She watches me watch her. It makes her wilder. Incorrig
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 30: Zefiro
She extricates herself from my touch, turning around to grab her things angrily. "Yes, I'm on the fucking pill. The last thing I want, though it does seem everyone else is open to the idea, is a messy scandal with you or anything that'd bring me back to you after I leave." Agitation tightens my shoulders. She doesn't want to stay. She speaks of forgetting me. She doesn't want more from this. Me. It's just sex. I knew the lines would blur when it came to her. It is why it pissed me the fuck of that the hunger I felt only burned hotter for her. "You're unexpectedly good at this, Mrs. Hawke. The affair. The detachment. Staying your line. Clearly, this isn't new for you. How many other 'scandals' have there been? Two? Three? More?" The words are out before I can think of stop them. Venomous, spiteful and angry. And I hate them immediately, regret them. When Susanna turns to look at me, the light in her eyes are gone, replaced by a darkness I've seen haunt her in the privacy
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 31: Susanna's pov
There is something particularly selfish about lust. The heat of naked skin pressed flush together, the joining of sexes in the most perfect fit. The exchange of hot breaths and slap of thigh against thigh. Kisses, not necessary, but nonetheless, hungry. The digging of nails and the sinking of teeth into flesh.It takes. And takes. Mindlessly. Morals disappear, handing over control to depravity. Lines blur between what should and what shouldn’t, and soon, there are no lines at all.My heels click and my fingers slip over the tray. What did I hope to gain from this arrangement? My blood ices over at the mere thought of his words. I wanted the papers first. Then I sought control, even when I knew it was a lost cause. And then, I wanted more. Everyday, my appetite grows larger, my needs instinctual over habitual. What did I want?Him.“You can’t be down here,” a dark voice says, blocking my path to the boardroom. Rizzi stands like a brick wall, hands crossed in front of him, suit well ir
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 32: Susanna's pov
My world narrows on the pool of blood forming around the body, soaking into the white suit. There's something oddly colorful about the stain of blood on a white fabric. Perhaps, more so, because it is Donovan's.Numbing cold flows from my toes to my fingertips and I feel it reaching into my chest as I glance up from the body to catch Zefiro lowering his gun.There.His amber eyes gleam, unnaturally bright with something unidentifiable, yet devilishly sinister. Though I know I won't find it there, I search for even a glimmer of remorse and find nothing but chilling satisfaction. "I urge you to sit, Belikov. Donovan was and has always been a loose end. For Cosa Nostra. For Bratva. He talked too much."The blonde sits, wiping the blood off his cuff. "He had his uses."Like that breaks the tension in the room, everyone else sits, and conversation continues like a dead body isn't a few feet away. Against the marble, the blood is thick and black, like the soul of the man seated at the head
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 33: Susanna
Rrrinnnnnng. Rrrrrinnng.I groan, throwing a pillow over my ears. I’d barely dozed off when my cellphone started buzzing. It was my work line—my only line—and I only ever got calls from three people: Adriana, Lucia, and Zefiro. Work-related, mostly, except for the latter. And I was willing to bet it was him.So, I ignore it.I might not have had many normal relationships in my life, but there’s an unspoken rule about not rushing to the call of a man who stood you up. He didn’t technically stand me up, but knowing I was waiting in his study and never showing could be interpreted as such. I think.Sleep pulls me back, luring me in, when the phone starts blaring again, louder, more insistent. And it doesn’t fucking stop.Pissed, I roll over and snatch it off the thin nightstand, sliding the green button without checking the caller ID. “Can I help you? Because the last time I checked, you were too busy taking walks with your fiancée to spare me even a damn minute of your time.”The other
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 34: Susanna's pov
I stare at the woman in front of me and understand why I’ll never be a man’s ‘only’ choice. She is everything I could never be. Regal, graceful to a point that borders royalty, soft spoken, demure, and more importantly, there are no dark shadows haunting her eyes.She’d make a loving partner. The kind that’d make her husband and children breakfast, lunch and dinner and even sing while doing it. The kind that has every important date in her head and signs off everyone’s gifts. The kind that holds her husband in his darkest hour and knows the right words to say, not offer him her body because it is the only way she knows how to take the pain away. The kind they make love to and whisper against her ear, “I love you.” The kind they kiss on the forehead before a heartfelt, “Goodnight.” The kind every man needs.Not some broken, stray dog without an owner.The shower stops running and I know it’ll hurt more if I saw him step out of it. My limbs tangle in a desperate attempt to get out of th
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 35: Susanna's pov
“You drank from my glass.”I pout, my skin feeling abominably hot. “I was curious. I’ve never had alcohol before.”“You’re lightweight,” he says, and I can tell that it amuses him somehow. “What’s your vice? A loose tongue or erratic behaviour?”I giggle, and snort, unable to help myself.“Starting over, what does that entail for you?” Zefiro asks, his lips trailing a path down my naked spine.I moan into the--his--pillow, breathing in copious amounts of his scent. Today, his lips trail every inch of my skin, not his hands. Something about being obscenely naked under a fully dressed Zefiro turns me on harder and faster than normal. Something about the way his crisp tie trails the curve of my ass softly makes the hair on my skin rise. “A new name. Something Scottish. I’ve always been--” A heavy breath slips out when he kisses the back of my knees. “Fascinated by their culture.”A chuckle skitters off my skin. “I like Susanna just fine.”“Good thing it’s my name, not yours,” I drawl cat
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My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 49: Susanna's pov
“H-home?” My breath lodges in my throat, and for the first time, I notice the woman standing behind, speaking in hush tones into her cellphone. Waves of full red hair falls over the back of a black long dress and her arms drop, her body tilting to face me fully. Icy dread pours through my veins, turning my blood to frost as the world around me closes in on the click of red heels and equally red smile. A crushing weight presses down on my chest and the nauseating stench of wrongly layered perfume suffocates me. A hand comes down on my hair, running down my face and I curl back, my ass hitting the floor and my heels scraping against stone. “N-no. Get away from me!”Valentina gives an order and I am set back on my knees roughly, my head pushed down until my lips brush against Morwenna’s feet.“I’ve been looking for you, Susanna,” Morwenna says with faux worry, her hands threading lovingly through my hair. “Why do you do this to me? Do you have any idea how worried Jax is? How could yo
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 48: Susanna's pov
My head slams into something hard on descent, stirring me awake. I moan at the pain, but my voice is muffled, my lips dried and hurt around a foul tasting piece of cloth.A gag.My vision is tinged with darkness and my air filtered as I breathe in deeply. It takes a moment to realize the darkness is a hood over my head and my legs and hands have been bound, skin chafed raw from restraints.I kick, frustrated, screaming into the gag, rolling and hitting into anything I can feel around me, but I only end up hurting myself. I instantly recognize the steady hum of aircraft and engines that drowns out the sound my assault, and my blood runs cold.Where am I being taken? I knew freaking out wouldn’t help but being somewhere in the skies, literally anywhere right now, in the entire world, doesn’t exactly calm my nerves.How long have I been out and who took me? Was it the enemies Rizzi spoke of?Was it Jaxon?Every hum, every shift of the engines sets my nerves on edge. My heart is pounding
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 47: Susanna's pov
Rizzi snorts. "His life is never in danger, Mrs. Hawke." I bristle at the name, but say nothing, changing my direction and heading for our parking spot. I'd have loved to stay longer but I'm too young to die and a bullet through my head is a rather ugly sight. "How long have you known him?" I ask, sighting Rizzi's car down the lot. There's a black van directly behind it, parked vertically, blocking us out. I notice his frown and at a second glance, I add with a mouthful of chocolate dipped cones."There's someone in the driver's seat." He nods. "Thirty-four years." Rizzi's frown eases a little, the corner of his eyes softening into a secret smile. "He used to call me *frantello*." I start to smile but the air on my neck rises suddenly, a sense of unease coming over me. I huddle closer to Rizzi and match his brisk steps, unable to shake the off-feeling. "You're making a mess," Rizzi says as we reach the van, staring pointedly at the uneaten ice c
My Neighbour's Wife 46: Susanna's pov
Sometimes, I wondered if I loved having my heartbroken, making choices that only left me in tears. Maybe I was a sucker for pain and didn't know it yet. The week crawled by rather slowly and all I wanted to do was bawl. I didn't leave my couch, I felt like death. And when I did go to work, I couldn't function. I counted down the hours until I had to return home. I looked outside, expecting to find him, or his men watching me. I woke up, longing to find my underwear stolen or my home breached. But there was no sign of him anywhere. It wasn't until the next week the feeling returned. The tingling sensation that ran down my spine. One that told me I was being watched, followed. My head snaps back as I hand over my credit card, eyes searching every face, looking for a familiar set of golden brown eyes and dark hair of head. I find a familiar face, one I don't like very much. Rizzi's. Bursting out of the Café violently, I take a different tu
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 45: Zefiro's pov
I am cursed with a raging hard-on and a sulky mood, hearing the shower run while I make pasta. I’m fucking cooking with a damned boner. Rizzi would laugh so hard, I’d shoot his brains out if he was here.When I find her minutes later, she’s curled up in bed, sporting a large shirt and pink shorts, her eyes glued to her TV screen, a half-eaten chocolate bar hovering before her lips as she watches a show with severe concentration.It’s a domestic scene, wrong and so bloody perfect I pause in the doorway. “No way he said that!” She howls, her legs kicking in the air. Her eyes, they twinkle, and I don’t know what to do with myself. She catches sight of me by the door and squeaks a sound that should be unattractive, but makes my inside burn. She sits up, crossing her legs and absentmindedly patting down her hair. “Where’s yours?” she mumbles, eyeing the tray suspiciously.I shrug, dropping onto the mattress beside her. Soft. Too soft. Everything smells like her. “Not a fan of pasta”She
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 44: Zefiro's pov
A small scream echoes through the small apartment, and I look over my shoulder turn just enough to catch her silhouette in the doorway, her mouth a slash of fury.It felt good--her returning home from work to me. Though her expression states otherwise. “How the hell did you--never mind. I don’t even want to know.” She stabs a finger toward the hallway, accusation, judgment—both aimed squarely at me. “Get the fuck out.”Wild curls curtain her face but the fire in her grey eyes blaze me to the core. Some bizarre flutter runs deep in my gut and I frown, puzzled by the clear anomaly. Must be indigestion. Only women had ‘butterflies’.My gaze drops, tracking the soft, gray camisole she wears, cloaked beneath a bulky brown wool coat and loose black jeans. Not even a sliver of skin.I suddenly despised the world that made a twenty-two year old hide her own body. I was hardly one to speak, though, lusting after said woman when I was over a decade older. Would she have laughed more if she gr
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 43: Zefiro's pov
The click of heels against the checkered floors are especially violent and the clouds outside are stormy, much like Nonna’s mood.“Do you have any idea how much I paid to get these off the media?!” She yells, her voice cracking as she sets her tablet down on the table beside me.A side glance confirms pictures from my...engagements yesterday. Gianna sips her coffee with ridiculous concentration. Alessandro cuts me a surprised look before returning his attention to Sylvia, whose ass he seems rather fascinated with. Too bad he no longer has enough fingers to get her there, or any other woman for that matter.Valentina looks livid. She’s had that expression since last night, questions heavy in her emerald green eyes.Maybe I was an asshole, like Susanna would passionately call me, but we did have an agreement. I gave her my name, my money and never requested her presence in my bed as long as she never asked questions on who I chose to fuck, so long as it remained private.I suppose I did
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 42: Susanna's pov
My throat tightens and I snatch my hand back, hiding it from him and prying eyes. “Anything is better than being yours or another man’s ‘possession’, and yes, I do love it here.”His jaw ticks subtly and I might not have noticed if I wasn’t devouring his face with my eyes. He stares at me, long and hard, but he doesn’t speak.Feeling unusually tiny under the intensity of his gaze, I whisper, bitterness clogging my throat. “Does she know you’re here? Your wife?”His lips curl into a cruel smirk. “Valentina understands not to meddle in my affairs.”Blood rushes to my cheeks and I look away, curling my hands in my lap. “Why are you here, Zefiro? What do you want?”“I got impatient.” His eyes are dark. “You’ve had a year to think. It’s about time you came back to me.”“I’ll pass on that, thanks.”Dropping the stylus pen, he reaches into his pocket and withdraws a small box. He pushes it across the table slowly. “You see, that’s where you got it wrong, Sue. I wasn’t asking.”My pulse spike
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 41: Susanna's pov
There are natural disasters. Tornadoes, whirlwinds, hurricanes, floods. And then, there is Zefiro. Zefiro the man, Zefiro my lover, Zefiro my stalker. A destructive force made of flesh, bones and beautiful tan skin. The most handsome man I’ve ever seen—could ever see, with the loveliest set of eyes I’ll ever look into, no matter how often they haunt my waking moments.Golden brown like molten honey in the sunlight, his eyes are fastened on me as he cuts through the too eager crowd, who peer at him in awe.Pity they don’t know.He could melt hearts with a deceiving smile, convince those who couldn’t look past the surface that he was...just a man. Gorgeous, yes, but normal. But there was nothing normal underneath that hot, muscular skin. There was nothing sane behind those eyes. Only fire, blood and want.That he located my work place doesn't even surprise me. Frankly, I’ve been waiting since I found the tattoo at the base of my spine. I knew it was only a matter of time till he showed
