Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed him in a beautiful embrace. He looked like an angel with devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon her and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to scream but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips.
View MoreShe woke up to the sunshine, which in her books meant she was late. Her head pounded from inside when she tried to look around the room, finding nothing odd in the mess anymore. Hurrying into the bathroom she brushed her teeth, unbothered by the fact that she was stark naked and miserable, inadvertently gratified that he wasn't here to witness it. Entering into the closet she slung on the fresh new dress, realising that her headache was slowly being replaced by her usual worries about Inaya. She never wanted her to think her mother was being indolent with time, that adults' had problems bigger than her little world. A loud fit of childish laughter caught her attention at the door. Retrieving, she peeked from the window to behold the source of cheery sound, finding her little girl playing ball with uncky Enzo. He pretended to fall dead when the huge weightless ball was thrown at him, sending her into the full blown of giggles. Sia watched the playful exchange from distance, paying m
He grunted against her back. Her breasts were painfully crushed against the wall as he kept her pinned on it. Her right leg had started to spread the numbness from being hoisted up in his arm for so long. He thrusted inside her, roughly, deeply, so much that she had an urge to roll her eyes to the back of her skull. When he loosened his hold on her leg, her legs collapsed like jelly, struggling to stand on their own. Yet on her untrustworthy limbs she managed to tremble her way to bed, slumping on it with her legs dangling off the bed, accepting her fate. He closely followed, not enjoying her otherwise adorable struggles. She sighed when he turned her on her back, entering her once again, picking up the godly pace in mere seconds. The irksome creak of the bed accompanied her moans as she tried to gather already ruined sheets in her fists. As she would have on any other occasion, she could not match his eyes when he fucked her. The strange sense of betrayal clawed her heart for the
"You thought I wouldn't know what happens behind my back?" she felt his hold loosening on her poor cheek, holding her neck. His other hand gripped her waist, bringing his lips closer to her ears. Her collar bones dug into his hard chest, as if he could no longer suffer the painful distance between their hearts. "What happened at the mall?" he asked without beating around the bush. He had wanted to ask the question since Ron's call in the afternoon. He remembered casting the glass on his table across his office, watching it shatter down to countless pieces as he clutched the phone to his ear, listening intently. At first, Donavan didn't know whether monitoring the cameras was a wise decision, whether it would make her feel watched and uncomfortable. Therefore she didn't need to know. He let Ron keep it a secret that she would be watched every single second.He regretted nothing when he watched the recording Ron sent. He did not want to react, he wanted to believe that there was a sto
He took a step back, watching her stricken face. Her legs shook as she struggled to stand on her own, her knees felt weak, her hands weakly tried to hold on to the slippery wall, failing. But more prominently, she realised, the throb in between her legs was most weakening, distracting.He undid the belt holding his pant sensually, hanging it on the hook diagonally up her head. When she did not show any intention to leave, too stunned to make sense of his actions, he continued his stripping by pulling the zip down, very much aware of the bulge waiting for her to see it.A look of disappointment crossed his face when she abruptly rushed out the door, as if disgusted with a show personally arranged for her delight. However he realised he had told her to leave. He wondered whether he should have specified the details, how he wanted her to lie on his bed, with her ass in the air and legs spread wide open- waiting for him so he could touch the delicacy before eating it, fucking it.The thou
"Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed"With that, he loosened his hold on her neck allowing her to gulp water like a thirsty camel. He took a step back as a tear of rage dropped from the rim of her eye on the soft cheek. She watched him deleteriously, his degrading demand echoing in her senses.And before she knew it, her hand was already halfway through the air. Her heart skipped a beat when his face turned.Her hand collided on the side of his face, slapping him. He was stunned, glued to his spot, watching the floor, blinking to make sure he wasn't dreaming, that it wasn't indeed a nightmare where she smacked him. He looked into her eyes, the same rage filled orbs that were going to burn him into flames. "You're never touching me again with your bloody hands. NEVER!!" His face remained stoic as he watched her trembling state. When he took a step forward she pressed herself back into the wall, pushing her index finger forward, warning him with it. "Don't you dare come
He arrived earlier than usual. It was a luxury he believed, a luxury that he had two people to be thankful for. Two dead people to be precise. Had they not chosen to spill the information they were required for earlier than they had, he'd have never been able to make this speedily back home. "May their souls rest in peace" he muttered delightfully under his breath, aware of the clack-tap of his boots on the clean marble floor. Donavan expected Inaya to be asleep by now. It was eleven in the night. As per her mother's strict laid out rules, she was to sleep by ten in the night which aligned perfectly for her waking schedule that started at seven am. He peeked into her room to see her, his nerves calming without instruction. He noticed that the space besides her was empty; not empty in the sense that no one had touched that side of the bed, but as if someone had laid there for a while and left. He knew exactly who it was. He closed the door to her bedroom behind him quietly, movi
"You look scared of me" the woman smiled, her baleful gaze impossible to be mistaken, "But again, you always were. Let's keep the child outside this. You don't want her to hear what I'm about to tell you."Tara watched the woman venomously, wondering how could the woman demand so boldly even after all these years. The old woman had no name. They never trusted Tara with their names. She didn't know the name of the mission, or her trainers or of the organization. She was to address them as sir and madam, nothing more nothing less. "Eugene" the woman called out, looking at Tara with a strange longing that made her uncomfortable. A woman appeared in her early twenties with a cheery smile, a smile that seemed designed to lure children, so fake that no one could mistake it for empathy. "Give baby Ina to her. She'll take care of it"Tara didn't want to know how she knew Inaya's name, she was aware that nothing could be kept from her madam, it never had."No"The woman looked at her, reall
Tara tried not to make noise in the backseat as the little one jumped up and down speaking incoherently with her teddy bear. It looked like the bear and the girl had a lot in common, much like her mother from beside and Ron from the passenger seat. Tara looked awkwardly outside the window as driver drove through aesthetic streets, unaware of the past history his boss was forced to share with their Donna. Had he known that his mistress had ran over Ron's body and was the reason why he was now a registered amputee, he too would have shown symptoms of uneasiness. Tara reminded herself to kick Donavan's ass in the night. What was he thinking before tagging Ron along the woman that destroyed his life?She suddenly felt remorseful of her actions. Had she not been so audaciously courageous to run the car over him without a second thought, she'd never have lived to see this moment. She had thought of apologising to the big man but she knew it was as useless as ashtray on a motorbike. He di
Tara ran in the hallway crowded with people in uniforms, some dressed in blue, others in pink. Their steps were faster than hers, sliding the stretcher across the long corridor, yelling medical terms she could not understand. Tara realised that she was screaming, crying for help from strangers that told her they would everything to save her.Her? Her who? She did not know.She looked down at the blurred figure laid on stretcher, the outline of nasal tube going through the little nose, syringes attached to the fragile wrist. Who was it? She stretched her eyes through uncontrollable tears, confused and frightened for who it was that she was crying for.And suddenly she was pulled apart, by whom she did not care to look, her eyes focused on the figure on the stretcher that was now moving away from her. Its eyes opened and it looked at her, the green forest met her dark orbs. Tara could finally see her daughter through the haphazard chaos, realising the cause of her own helpless cries, th
She stared at the reflection of a beautiful woman. Dark hair, black eyes, red fabric, and tears. She was used to staring at the arabesque design on the border of her mirror, finding it more stare-worthy than herself. Not today. Today she stared at herself. Not comptemtuous, not sad. Just numb. She knew this was to happen any day now and it had. She had prepared herself enough to not shed any tears now. As much as her eyes brimmed full , she trapped her emotions inside, holding herself together. She half expected her marriage to be fixed with some other Indian bastard. At least then she wouldn't have had to leave her country, but yesterday when she heard Italians' forthcoming, she had nothing to say. The mere idea of settling in a new place with complete strangers haunted her and it would have haunted anyone if they knew whose hand she was promised to. Her father hadn't told her a word about whom she was to marry. It was as if she was just a good to be transported in exchange of r...
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