"Took you long enough" The attractive woman was spread across Tara's bed, releasing another puff of smoke in the already murky room. Tara watched nonplussed around the small room, struggling to see through the smoke, picking up the traces of her clothes lying on the floor, every piece of furniture misplaced. She immediately closed the door behind her, not wanting Ina to come in contact with nicotine if she happens to return any time soon. Walking up to to the window she opened the small doors, hoping for smoke to run out before someone died of suffocation. Venetia was surprised by Tara's composure, not paying any heed to the villain who had taken stringent efforts to make her life difficult. She couldn't but succumb to the throb of irritation, her hope of instigation meeting the ruins. "Get out" Tara finally uttered, already picking up her clothes, folding them neatly before putting them back in closet one by one. "I can say the same thing to you" Venetia acted unaffected, taking
"I kicked Venetia's ass yesterday"Enzo spewed the coffee contents like a fountain, blessing the lively grass with caffeine mixed with his saliva. Tara watched amusingly as he struggled to find a handkerchief in his pocket, rubbing it on his mouth to make it up for the mess."Who starts a conversation like that?" He groaned in disbelief, coughing the last remnant, blaming her horrible sentence starters."I didn't know you'd be this shocked" she let a smile play, continuing to walk by his side, savouring Enzo's embarrassing moment. Their evening walks were fairly common. He sought some time to himself alone in the garden with a stick in between his fingers. And that privilege was snatched when she joined him. It wasn't exactly inconvenient that his precious time was stolen by cigarette-less walks with her. "Why? And does Don know?" he asked eagerly, pushing the handkerchief back in his pocket. "She thinks we are sleeping together. and I don't know, may be he knows. I don't care" sh
It was past twelve in Italy. From distance every room's light seemed off, indicating most of the Frantinos were already dreaming. Except for the one window where yellow light conspicuously irradiated from, the mansion was dead silent."Aaah" Tara sighed with a hint of frustration, already tired of trying new dresses.Sia had been kind enough to buy new dresses for her mistress. Since she had nothing of her own, Sia made the choices for her, going to the mall herself and picking the sizes that might fit the woman back in the mansion. It wasn't exactly kindness that Sia showered since Don had generously filled her account solely to look up to Tara's needs. Nonetheless, Tara considered it as an act of altruism, admiring how the pretty maid never portrayed a glimpse of enmity like everyone around her, treating her mistress like mistress. Probably more, but never less.She didn't understand why Sia would bring something so glittery and short for her. The dress was knee length, complementin
Birthdays were never Tara's thing. She neither celebrated her own, nor had she ever indulged in her daughter's. There was nothing to be particularly remembered about that day, only that life had given her the most wonderful gift, that her battle with loneliness was finally over. Other than Inaya's first cry, her birthday had nothing else to be cherished by. Tara had cried too, in agony of pushing the head of her baby girl. Every cell of her body had remembered the very reason why she had disliked children from the very core, the pain they brought with their first breath in the world. She was alone, with a bunch of doctors immune to screams of women in labour, hardly entertaining her pleas to make it quick. After repeated attempts of failing to push the baby out, she had given up, resting her head back, looking at the ceiling hopelessly, hoping for Donavan to be besides her so she could relieve her frustration by landing a sharp slap on his cheek.She had no idea how gladly he would h
He hadn't felt this way in ages, the foreign emotion catching him defenceless. He wanted children for the sake of it, for them to bare his name and when he died, his position. They were the carriers of his heritage, his learnings, his property, nothing more, never more. But somehow Tara had pulled the untouchable strings, enlivening a part of him he didn't know exist. With her, he wanted a complete connubial package, of not heirs but babies, that she grew in her womb and he took care of, that she cooked for and he fed. When he put Ina to bed a sudden gush of gratefulness hit him in waves. He watched her features with love, realising how fortunate he must have been to be able to feel...this. He stroked her head, pushing the wild curls behind her head before pulling the sheets till her neck. He was still in the trance of her angelic visage, the humbling feeling drenching his heart when he pushed the button to first floor in the elevator. When it dinged open his brows furrowed at the se
"Is it true?" he asked, now looking at the woman in his arms. his hold under her legs tightening."No" she whispered back, looking through him, "Venetia pushed me in the pool." her teeth chattered as she dared to look back at the older woman, "Your mother told her to"Silence settled heavily outdoors, it was of seconds but more vivid than the dropping temperature. Everyone's gaze glued to Don as he looked up to Venetia, skipping the frame of his mother that stood in between. If Venetia could be killed with a glance, she was dead thousand times, his jaw tightened, his gaze hard. Mrs. Maria Frantino's brows furrowed at his reaction, "le stai credendo seriamente?" (Are you seriously believing her?)His eyes never wavered from Venetia. As much as his wrath was inescapable, he realised how shackled he was by the circumstance. "Right!" the old woman's accent shuddered in air, scoffing, "Trust her. She's right. Me? Your own mother, is lying to you, right!""Jump" no one mistaken the grind
"Because I would have fucked you had I seen you naked" the serenity of his words was infuriating."Oh!" she scoffed, dismissing his statement as if he had joked, "How low life of you to offer your wife's clothes to strangers""You know what" he breathed in her hair, "You're right", his whisper shook her core, about to say the words that landed on her thirsty ears sensually,"You shouldn't be wearing them. Take them off" Somewhere in the untraceable part within, she relaxed, realising that he was still the insane man he knew, that his vulgar demands were still just as desperate. A wide grin spread over her lips, satisfied that his dirty words complimented the hardness pressing in between her ass cheeks. Her breath became harder when his hand came from behind, holding her neck in a grasp possessively, bringing her ear closer to his lips. "Something tells me you're liking this"And she did. She liked every second of it. For once they were on the same page of their needs, and as much t
Hours had past after the party, but the action inside Don's room was far from coming to the conclusion."I am done" she spoke breathless, letting her legs limp in his arms as he held them tight on the table.He had taken it upon his heart to keep up to her demand of 'faster. No matter how many times she begged for the opposite afterwards, her screams reverberated beyond his earshot. When the comfort of mattress became too comfortable, he had effortlessly intertwined her legs behind his back, picking her up, swiftly sending the contents on the table to the floor before making it her throne."No you're not" his ragged breathe followed, his head dipped inside the crook of her neck as she held him by his shoulder, his wild thrusting continuing inside her pussy. "Pleeeeeeaseeee" she moaned, turning her neck to the ceiling, unconsciously awarding more surface for his teeth to leave the marks behind. "Tell me you love me" his whisper spoke in the chaos, finally retracting from her neck, d