Rafael
Waking up with a fucking hangover was a terrible way to start his day. The warmth and rays of sunlight streaming from his open windows made him groan. The throbbing pain in his skull made him squint his dark brown eyes on the grandfather clock steadily ticking, mocking him. Rafael stifled a savage curse. Too early in the morning to be cursing his life.
Besides, he had a lot on his plate. The first was to meet the disguised angel from last night. He didn't trust her. Like recognized like.
She, the Angel was something more.
Fuck! He had to stop calling her that. Her name was...Angelina. An apt name for such a delicate face but she was not from the heavens.
He might have been drunk when he met her, his intuition though had deemed her as a threat. To what? To his sanity. Damn it!
-Who was she really? How
Angelina Later in the afternoon, Angelina found herself in her favorite spot. A place where she could be herself. The dense forests, the calm waters, and the quaint little cottage, a haven she was determined to make her hideout. Inhaling deeply, thoughts in disarray, she tried to calm her jumbled nerves. Did she always have a thing for insanely handsome brooding men? She doubted she had truly grasped how deeply she was affected by him. A challenge. -Is that how she sees him?- Her mind refused to formulate a response. If she did, it will only confirm how she felt and she wasn't sure she was ready to risk it. The path she had made for herself was absolute. El Patron was never a part of it. As she promised earlier, she would be gone in a few weeks. No matter the distraction, she would not waver. From a distance, she watched the man haunting her
Rafael -What devil had tempted him to do this?- He was courting danger and he was not referring to the sparring session with her. His blood was boiling but not from the excitement of the fight. The adrenaline coursing through his veins was from something else. More from his baser needs. He thought the cold morning shower would help. He was so fucking wrong. His blood was simmering once more and he had to exercise utmost control not to yank her to him and kissed her senseless and wiped the smirk of confidence on her angelic face. -Arrogant little minx.- Rafael's dark eyes couldn't keep from hungrily assessing her svelte, supple curves lovingly covered by a spandex sports bra and tights. His mouth went dry and he cursed his stupidity. These types of female sports attire should be banned forever. Angelina's stretching exercise could be classed as one of th
Angelina -What the fuck was wrong with her?- But El Patron looked so delicious without his shirt on, muscles hard, glistening, and flexing, she had to do something to end theincessant torture. Watching his movements had been more painful than his occasional jabs and kicks. Arousal crawled on every part of her sensitized skin, he was driving her crazy. The only solution her addled brain offered was to kiss him. Which she did. Which they both enjoyed. Too much. If only they weren't interrupted. The frustration she felt when he stopped- she felt like screaming. Trying to suppress her shivers from the memory, she glanced sideways at tia Juanita haggling with a vegetable vendor. She had not seen hide nor hair of him since the incident and to her disappointment tia dragged her along to the market. She would have loved to speak to Rafael and struck with some t
Rafael -What the fuck was wrong with him?- He could have sent his most trusted men instead of going himself. But the thought of Angelina in danger made him sick to his stomach. It doesn't matter she knew how to take care of herself. He just needed to know she was safe. Of course, she was tia Juanita's niece and it was his responsibility to take care of each member of his household. Rafael tried to rationalize his actions. And it has nothing to do with her hot kisses and even hotter-than hell luscious body, right? Who was he fooling? He wanted the woman underneath him, on top of him or whatever way he could fuck her and slake his lust. He just wanted her. Period. Five bulletproof SUVs in total. Almost at the town's center, people turned and stopped what they're doing to look at their procession of black tinte
MATURE CONTENT 18+Angelina Her heart was beating too fast for comfort, not believing she could be this bold. She had just propositioned Rafael for a night of hot sex. "You can still leave, Angelina." His deep velvety voice made her shudder. "Once I joined you on that bed, I won't let you go until I made you cum screaming my name. Until I filled your pussy to the brim." Her legs clenched at his words. "I expect no less from you, Patrón." His eyes narrowed. "Are you protected?" "You mean you don't want me to get pregnant?" She asked. Her voice was breathless. He scowled. "I don't have condoms." "I had the shots." She was given one by a physician months ago at the hospital when they removed her stitches. "And I am clean. I haven't fucked anyone for a long time. I haven't had sex without protection
AngelinaHis dark eyes smoldered under their heavy lids, he continued to watch his fingers dancing and spreading her wetness. Between her swollen labia, her slit shimmered pink and inviting, her clit peeking out from under its hood at the top. Above her waist, her abs quivered. And above them, her breasts swayed gently upon her chest, the engorged nipples hard atop the luscious mounds. She knew where this was going and the anticipation was killing her.Spreading her legs wider, his broad shoulder taking the weight of her limbs, his rough thumbs open her labia exposing her slit to his hungry gaze.She watched his breath bated as he slowly lowered his face and inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal lustily.Hovering an inch or so from her, he stuck out his tongue and dipped it into her slit at the bottom. Then he slowly drew it upward brushing past her opening swiping across her clit.
Rafael Rafael woke to the sensation of a warm female body snuggled against his. And he knew, without even thinking who she was. He tried to tell himself that it was because he had not had a female companionship for years and she was the only woman he was attracted to since he came home but he knew he was lying to himself. Normally, after he'd had taken what he needed from a woman, he wanted them gone. Or he was gone. They were never allowed to sleep in his townhouse or his hacienda, especially on his bed. He didn't even bother to know their names. Nor remember their faces. But tonight his knowledge was instinctive. He knew who she was. He knew her name. Why wouldn't he? She turned his nightmares away. The satiation blanketing him was astounding. He had never been this satisfied before. He had collapsed on top of her. Wrung out. She didn't seem to min
The TzarinaBeau Anderson-Vasiliy -Just like clockwork!- And don't forget demanding. Authoritarian. And dictatorial to boot. The both of them. Her breasts ached. A clear signal he was very hungry. Glancing at the grandfather clock in her bedroom, she grimaced. It was only 5 AM. Perfect! Noticing the other side of the mammoth bed empty, she sighed. Once more, her husband beat her to it. They would play and coo until their baby boy asked for something else other than his attention. Beau has something his father lacks. Milk. She smirked. Any second now. Her eyes trained on the heavy door, she waited. A few seconds later, she watched the men of her life approached the bed where she laid on her side facing them. The thin strap of her silk gown slid
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