Rafael
Satisfied he had wound her arousal once more, he pulled his finger from her pussy. Shifting around, he sat back on the couch, his hands reaching for the sides of her panties. Drawing them down her legs he watched her beautiful sex being revealed. Her swollen labia shined wetly, her opening at the center, gaping and visible. Her surrounding flesh was puffy, red, and glimmering, the little patch of soft, downy fur at the top shimmering with her juices as well. Pulling the panties off, he tossed them aside. His hand then reached for her, cupping her pelvis, his fingers delving into the wetness of her slit once again, one of them pushing into her. He began to pump his finger at her, pump it in and out of her. He watched the digit entering her again and again, watched her lips wrap around it, cling to it.
Her hips rose, giving her body to the digit. She lay there, her hips humping upon the couch, while he fin
Dinara Their lovemaking culminated in his bed. Replete, sore, and utterly satisfied, she was dead to the world until he woke her up to serve her a warm plate of steak and potatoes. Lo and behold El Patron knew how to cook. A man of many talents, she was satisfied on every level. Rafael was a wonderful lover. The feelings he evoked through his touches made his emotions towards her so obvious even a blind man could see. With not so many words spoken between the two of them, she let him be. Silence was their solace. Understanding what was happening, she laid plaint in his arms and let him explore her as he had wish until the early hours of dawn. Until they were both wrung out and fell asleep in each other's arms. "I want more of these before you leave." Surprise, she looked up at him. Her eyes hooded, hiding behind her thick lashes, she observed her lover. His words hurt. A lot. Despite the emotions he had shown while he ma
Dinara Their companions were due to return late in the afternoon. Rafael and Dinara had the house to themselves until it was time. In the pretense of not showing their illicit relationship, they had to part from each other's company after their afternoon rendezvous. Dinara's smile was tight when she welcomed back the ladies, though the excitement she felt upon seeing the new addition to the family was genuine, she would have preferred it if they had the place to themselves until she won the war. She had to restrain herself not to go to her lover's side. Their company were chatting enthusiastically throughout dinner, however, her mind was elsewhere. She was busy assessing the situation. And plotting his downfall. Her palms were planted firmly against the tiled wall as she lowered her head into the tepid spray of the shower. The last few hours ran through her mind like a movie trailer. With her eyes closed, she jus
DinaraHe was gone when she woke up. Needless to say, she was disappointed. She had expected more from him. Not with him on his knees with an heirloom ring, declaring his undying love andtill death do us part.Just more. Breakfast in bed perhaps and a bubble bath. That would be nice.The only signs he had spent the night in her bed were the rumpled sheets, the musty smell of their lovemaking, and the soreness in between her thighs.He was either still in denial or he didn't know how to announce their relationship to the whole world. Knowing him, she was sure it was the former.Dinara winced. Both from the ache in her chest and her overworked muscles.She could confront him and most likely scare him more or she'd act as if she didn't hear him last night.Fuck! Of all the men in this world vying for her attention, desperately wanting to be part of their powerful family...why him?She had
Dinara"Did they treat you well, mon petite?" Maman, the former tzarina, a formidable and shrewd woman, murmured softly while she combed her daughter's hair. They were at the plane's largest cabin while their men were having a private meeting.The drama, one that could rival any Mexican soap, left doc, Beau, and her, the lost mafia princess drained.Dinara swallowed the lump of emotions clogging her throat, nodded, then looked away. "They were...kind." Though she wanted to say more, those were the only words that came out of her lips. She could not not recall everything that had happened to her and not cry. Everything was still too fresh. She mostly regretted leaving without telling the kind ladies and Tio. They must be worried sick right now. She only hoped they had found the letter she wrote them.Taking a deep breath, she managed to move her dry lips, her small smile of reassurance calmed her mother and the ladies hovering around her."Tell me what happened before they found you? W
Rafael MonteroThe Day Angelina Left "Here's your payment." His diction was slurred and he wobbled on his feet. She had served her purpose. And he had achieved his goal. But it was not a cause for celebration. "This is too much, El Patrón." The woman he hired smiled delightedly. Counting the bills in her hands. Forgetting to mask his disdain, he scowled. "You deserve it." He murmured while he refilled his glass for the umpteenth time. Fuck! He needed to be drunk enough to just pass out on the floor and not care about the world anymore. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck me? Or I can fuck you. We can have some fun." His dark gaze went to the woman standing before him. Barely covered in her mini skirt and blouse, showing her wares, enticing him with her sultry sultry look. Promising delights. He grunted disgustingly and drained his glass in one gulp. "No. Not now. Not ever. Go." He always hated it when she touched him to fool everyone. To fool his angel. "Never come back." "Men."
DinaraThis is not happening. Devil take him!An absolute nightmare of the greatest proportion, thinking she had been clever enough to withhold her identity from him. She internally frowned at her thoughts.Like he would give a damn. El Patrón came because of her brother. Dominic Vasily. The infamous Mafia Tzar. Most of the underground lords see the tzar as their leader. It was only prudent they're here.Her shoulders sagged a bit in relief. Yes. That was a logical explanation. He was not here for her. She should have foreseen this. He was a mafia leader, ergo, he would be present to show he was part of the powerful underground society. She was an idiot not to have asked Alec the guest list. No matter, she had to endure his presence. Pretend everything was all right in this world then escape as soon as it was acceptable.However, what's with the drama earlier? He had seemed... desperate. Frantic.Though he had covered his reaction well, she could feel something was not quite right.An
London, EnglandDinaraOne Week Later She was facing the biggest decision of her life. Going home in disgrace or end it now. She could move on with her life without any hindrance. She would be free to do anything as she pleases. Deep in thought, feeling numb, she was counting the stars and hearts on the wallpaper, thinking of her first days in London. The men in her family knew she'd be in Paris, but Maman and Beau made the last-minute option to send her to another place instead. She didn't know how her sister-in-law did it but she found herself enrolled in a prestigious university. Though her grades were near perfect, it would have been impossible without connections. College was an absolute nightmare. She was just settling in when her nausea started. Everything became real. Making her realize she was not ready. It was so easy to make a decision then, that she booked an appointment the next day. Right at this moment, she was not sure. She should hate him. Hate this, too. Dinara
DinaraThree Months LaterShe couldn't believe she was cradling a sweet angel in her arms. So well-behaved. So pure and beautiful. Glowing dark brown eyes with a hint of blue violets in the irises. A unique combination. Pale white skin, pouty red lips, and rosy cheeks. Her daughter was the definition of perfection.Radina never gave her trouble even at night. She has no temper or tantrums. The only time she whimpers was when her nappies were soiled. She was careful to never let it happen again.It was too early in the morning, their time together, Dinara was on a rocking chair in the nursery, and her sweet little angel was quietly suckling from her right breast. Dainty, small sips. Like a true lady. She smiled at the wonderful picture her precious one presented.Opting to enroll for a few units this semester was a wise choice. She would hate to leave her daughter with her nannies all day.Not only nannies, Sinclair, Louise, Nicholas's sisters, and Lily, Beau's sister, who she finally
RafaelTwo Weeks Later One last dinner party before the Mafia tzar and his family were set to go back to San Francisco. Women laughing, children ran around the banquet table while aunts and nannies they could finally trust followed their charges with fond smiles. The evening was perfect. He and Maman, his angel's mother finally had that conversation. He shuddered. Finally knowing who she was. A deadly woman that had settled down with the previous mafia king. It made sense when Dinara's father commiserated with El Patrón. Trusting his wife to do the talking. "Are you okay, baby?" Dinara asked in concern. Her mother left him stunned. "Si. God, maman is something else." His dark gaze followed his mother-in-law's refreshing form. "So, she told you about..." His fiancee leaned in to whisper. "God, yes!" He croaked. The details alone could give him nightmares. "And you thought you, Dominic, and Marcus are intense." She laughed. Shaking her head, she pecked his lean cheek and then w
Dinara Of all the days the professors had to call her in, it had to be today. Friday. Reigning in her impatience. She had left Radina with her father at the hospital. They were getting ready to be discharged. She huffed her irritation. She was supposed to be there, with her family. Why the lecturer had insisted she hand over her fifty pages of research in person when she could have sent it via email, the mafia princess had no idea. She was surprised to see Sinclair and Louise waiting for her as she stepped out of her car, raising her brow in a question, she waited for one of them to speak. "What? We miss you." It was Louise who answered first. "The lockdown was shitty. I was sent home to our estate. I just got back this morning." She hooked her arm on Dinara's elbow. Sinclair giggled, hugging her side. "Well, I was a good girl so I remained at the townhouse with my little prince but I was not allowed to get out without tails following me." Dinara rolled her eyes. She could rel
Rafael "Why did it happen, EJ? Liz?" His angel, he thought. "A blood clot has formed three inches above his nape. It may have happened when he was hit in the head. The thrombectomy was successful and the blood vessel has been repaired. This helps the blood flow normally again. All is good, Dinara." She sobbed in relief at Liz's words. "Hey, Arie. It's gonna be okay. Shhhh. We will be with you every step of the way." Her pain made him mad at himself. He was hurting her again, instead of taking care of her. He needed to wake up, let her know he was not going anywhere. Willing his toes to move, he concentrated. The digits twitched. A success! Now, his fingers. Yes! That's it. Rafael had to see her. It has been a long time since he saw her angelic face. His eyes quivered. Light pierced through his eyelids and together his lips move. "Angel..." He croaked. "Don't be sad." He managed to say. His voice raspy. Unused. "Oh, baby!" He was in her arms in a heartbeat. Her warmth and scent e
Dinara Her turn came to be by his side while he lay prone in the hospital bed. She had often thought of his larger-than-life persona. Invisible. Unbreakable. To see him thus, monitors of every kind connected to him, her stomach churned. Rafael lost a lot of blood, he needed a transfusion, and he was sent to the operating room as soon as they landed. He came out of surgery, pale, unconscious, and heavily drugged by pain meds and antibiotics. No. She couldn't lose him. He had pledged his life to her. To Radina. Clean once more, her baby girl in her arms, they watched over him. Waiting. Praying. Days went by and nothing changed. "Why isn't he waking up?" She asked Lizzie and EJ. "The surgery went well. Thankfully none of his major organs were hit. The damage was minimal but he lost a lot of blood." Doc Liz talked to her soothingly. "His body will heal naturally with the help of medicine. Have faith, sis." "He may now be suffering an infection. We will increase his antibiotics." E
Lemonte This motherfucking lord was greedy. He was losing his patience. If only he had the luxury to bargain. But he didn't.They were at a posh restaurant he could hardly afford. He was low on finances. His bank accounts were frozen.And he was still scheming on how to extract money from El Patrón or the tzar. With his bargaining chip, Rafael Montero would surely pay."I need money," he murmured while he sipped his wine.The earl smirked, and he cut into his steak. "Money is hard to come by these days, Monsieur Fauvre."Fighting the urge to correct the man, his eyes narrowed. "Want do you want in exchange?" He had an idea however he was also running low on suppliers. The group of young lords he had dealings with the previous year had laid low."A gentle breed this time. I'm sure you have one in your stables?" The Leader of the House was as cruel as they come. He likes them young. Helpless. That's why they're friends."The last one you rode died." Lemonte reminded."Ah. She was too w
Dinara The room was too bright. She groaned. Her body felt so weak, her tongue so dry like the Sahara. She tried to move but she didn't have the strength. Opening her blue-violet gaze, she surveyed the enclosed area she was in. To her left, she recognized Liz's profile, the rise, and fall of her chest lessened Dinara's distress. But doc was still unconscious. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was her head felt heavy and she couldn't breathe. Reaching up to touch her temple, her fingers tangled with an oxygen mask. She removed it carelessly. Knew she could breathe on her own. Where was everyone? Rafael. Radina. Oh, God. Were they taken again? The beeping sound of the heart monitor became louder as fear enveloped her. She could hear voices outside the room. She tried to get up. Her limbs were too weak and she dropped to the cold floor. "Dinara," Rafael caught her, hauled her in his arms. "Thank God, you're awake." He murmured. "Water," she muttered in a small voi
Rafael"Mommy will be home, soon, little one," he spoke softly. His little cherub was up at her usual time. Tucked in his arm, feeding on a formula, she was gazing at him with her unique dark coffee and blue-violet eyes innocently.Rafael's lips lifted slightly but she would have none of it. She gurgled and grinned and made a cooing sound.His smile bloomed into a real one. "You know how to lighten my heart, mi niña," he traced her brow tenderly, reverently. "I miss your mother." He admitted. "I love you both to the moon and back." Telling her more of his dreams and aspirations for her. For their family. She listened attentively.His deep familiar voice slowly lulled Radina to sleep. Her eyes fluttered close and her tiny rosebud lips released the bottle's rubber nipple.Rafael expelled a heavy sigh. He just came from the hunt. From the Irish mob to the Ukrainians, the Germans, and finally Bosnians. Knew some would follow, and some would plan to bring the tzar down.Dominic was brutal
DominicThe satisfaction he felt while sparring with El Patrón was soothing his hostility towards the man.Well, hostility was a strong word. Irritation, maybe.At least his sister will be married to a man he knew. Considered a friend, too. He could tolerate the man. So long as they don't make out in front of him.Remembering how Dinara gave birth to his adorable niece alone, he growled and kick his friend's torso.El Patrón hissed in pain, stepping back to catch his breath."If you kill him, your sister will break your neck!" Lucifer yelled, laughing while he was taking on bets from the lords.The tzar grunted from the blow to his stomach. He ducked to deliver an uppercut.Rafael snarled, shaking his head to dispel the pain in his jaw. He feigned a left then punch Dominic again in his gut. He made a mental note to strengthen his core. Maybe an hour more at the gym.Fuck! Patrón has fists made of bricks.Good. It means he could take it.Then the real fight began. Their friends were ch
Beau Vasiliy"You shouldn't have been so hard on your sister." She said as soon as he came back from checking on Sebastian.This was her husband's nightly routine that never failed to amaze her.Dominic snorted. He shrugged out of his shirt and boxers, leaving his hard body naked for her to explore.Propping up on one elbow, she studied him. Nothing has changed since their first night together. Her nipples hardened at the memory.Mature Content 18+"See something you like, detka?" He murmured, already his dark gray eyes scrutinizing her form with interest.She had purposely gone to bed naked. Only the silk sheet covering her."Wait. We are still talking about Dinara and Rafael." She reasoned."Do we?" He smirked at her expression at his swelling cock.Beau nodded, however, she didn't stop Dominic from slowly removing her only covering."This is our new hotel, I want to fuck you in it every night that we are here to make some memories. I may even fuck you on the balcony." He muttered l