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
He watched as she slept defenselessly, a pillow tucked under her leg as she dearly held another one under her arm. His gaze briefly moved over her exposed leg, slipping towards her soft thigh, finally culminating in the cherished part of her body hidden under the sheets. The sight made his heart beat fast.With a sharp breathe he composed himself, tightening his tie in front of the mirror, avoiding the gaze of his own eyes.At some point in the night, she had cried. Tears didn't trickle down her cheeks quietly. As much as she had wanted to shed them that way, the reality was far too devastating to ponder silently upon. And so even at the cost of bursting in front of her enemy, she had, knowing there was nothing more for him to destroy now.He didn't soothe her, neither would he ever if it came to the subject. He had no regret for his actions. Had the usual circumstances been, he would have devised cruelest punishment for a wife on pills. He remembered till date the torturous ways he
Inaya's room was deserted, as if someone had rummaged through her toys before leaving havoc behind, a sight far too common to be alarmed by. She shut the door close to open her room, finding no one inside.Her anxiety truly kicked in when Sia too was nowhere to be seen, she was meant to stick with her daughter, but during past few weeks Tara had noticed Sia's distracted demeanor. She hadnt inquired what went in sia's mind for the sake of her privacy, but when it started impinging upon ignorance towards Inaya, Tara was becoming skeptical day by day. It wasn't until today that Tara felt herself losing her patience on the young servant. Tara felt her headache intensifying as she walked through the hallway in long strides. In no time, she was jogging where she knew she would found Don. As much as he was the last man she wanted to see today, he was the only one who would know where the baby was. She made a mental note of complaining about Sia, Tara didnt want to be a villain, but she could
Except for the indespicable snore, Tara wondered if little miss Frantino had acquired anything from her mother. Probably not. Even in her slumber she looked like a female version of her father.Tara slowly untangled her hand from the little Donavan's, getting off the bed as quietly as possible. She couldn't but stay a moment longer to admire her child. She had spent entire day asking herself whether her actions were truly worth the risk, but the moment her child had engulfed her in her little arms, she knew she was only doing what was necessary,Someone had to.Looking over the sweaty bodies reveling in the buzzing club, Don stood in the VIP section on the upper floor.Don hadn't stopped thinking about the woman in his home, cuddled in his bed. He had found himself zoned out more than couple times, hoping to crawl back into the same mess they created. He was sure she didn't want to see him again, let alone sleep with the man who had nothing less than threatened to impregnate her agai