I waited for a while after Sirius left, my hand absentmindedly touching my swollen lips and his words running through my mind over and over again. Elise, the next time I am on my knees for you, you will be madly in love, begging for me to love you.I shuddered at the words. Did I want Sirius on his
“I have to dress as a queen but I’m a mistress. How ironic.” I roll my eyes, but Sirius growls again. My eyes flash into the darkYou are not allowed to contact Alston.”I shoot up, “Sirius! You can’t just-”“If I find any contact between you and Alston, I will kill him on sight.”A chill runs down
I swallow hard, trying to steady my racing heart. “What do you want, Rudy?”He chuckles softly, his breath warm against my ear. “My offer to bear Sirius’s child still stands.” He walks around me, sliding onto the chair next to me.“Sirius does not seem interested,” I counter, shifting my body away f
Six months ago, I was a promising med student on the verge of all my dreams coming true, but now I’m just a waitress trying to start over in a new city. I know this restaurant I work at has ties to the infamous Onyx Mafia, but I didn’t have much choice—it's the best-paying job I could find. Besi
“What, no!” I stand up, rubbing my butt, “I am not a call girl!” My hand instinctively reaches for my glasses, but they're not there. With a frown, I protest, glaring at the accusing handsyMafia man. “No call girl is too nice for what she does on her knees.” Jessica stands next to the stairs, arms
I don’t breathe until the kitchen doors slam behind me. How does the Mafia King know my name, surely he knows all his employees' names. He may just be a great boss. Right, that’s it. The Mafia King is a great boss who would’ve thought? My breathing slows and I realize I’m so caught up in my though
“ Go on bitch scream. No one will hear you, and it’ll only make this more fun for me.” His fingernails dig into my wrist, but I bite back any response watching his nostrils flare. “You got me suspended from duties because you rather spread your legs for the King than me.” He pulls me against him,
“Sirius?!” My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I can’t breathe, staring into his eyes, I know. I know it’s him. He turns to me a blank look on his face. The silence in the room creeps over me, and I slowly look around the room. Every mafia member is staring at me, with tension in thei