Steel spoons and glass dishes cranked in the Italian murmurs. Servants ushered quietly around the dining, filling the already flowing plates with scrumptious dishes. Apart from sloshing of colored liquid in red wine glasses, suppressed chuckles of gossiping women and, sincere discussion among men, nothing seemed important in the room. Tara couldn't help but not care. Not that she still didn't understand Italian, she didn't want to. It was way better to not know things. The language barrier certainly was a blessing. She was never expected to take part in conversations. She couldn't be more glad for being excluded from their family chit chats. But as much as she wanted to, Donavan didn't leave her alone.Ever since their arrival, Donavan had not been hesitant about carrying his wife. His hand had barely left her small waist, carrying her everywhere like a protective gentleman. It tingled when his hand tightened around her waist and she found it strange, strange how he wanted to show her
"You" She took a long breathe, hearing the word as it echoed in her head. He watched her reaction amusingly, seeing how she closed her eyes briefly, absorbing his demand in her senses. She truly was beautiful, but in all her terrified glory, she appeared more beautiful. When she opened her eyes again, she had a strange flick of determination. It caught him off guard. If anything, she was expected to tremble some more, beg for another choice, or at least be terrified to her blood and bones. It wasn't that she wasn't afraid, but it was that she seemed ready to do something about it. Whatever it was, it annoyed the shit out of him, he wanted to crush her skull with his bare hands. His violence ticked with impatience, she angered him beyond limits. And now, more than ever, he wanted to fuck the the determination out of her, fuck her so hard she'd forget to ever even fake bravery. He understood what made her attractive even more. Her hope, her useless flourishing hope that helped her sta
She paced back and forth biting her nails. The night had dawned upon Paris. Still in her wet clothes she didn't notice when her body started shivering from cold, the only thought that pierced back and forth through her senses was what if Donavan didn't come? What if he never saw her message or worse what if he ignored the text altogether because he had more important things to do?It unsettled her, it was even more unsettling that for once she saught his attention. She had never imagined the day and yet it knocked on her fate, crushing the core foundation of her sheer hatred for the man. She tried to take deep breaths but the hollowness inside her chest grew with time.The simple imagination of being under Dominic disgusted and downright nauseated her. Only when her breathe started getting caught up in her throat did she decided to open the curtains and push her head outside the window. The sudden cold air hit her senses like a snow ball on a sunny day. She breathed, Inhaling the scent
She could all but watch, as the tip of his nose brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck, as he held softly her skin in between his teeth and pulled, as he sniffed her neck like a flower, biting and licking her softness. She closed her eyes, hating the location she stood in, able to watch her downfall that she had herself invited. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't be relaxed. She forced herself to stay still, to accept his ways just as he served them. "Why" he suddenly asked, not moving an inch away. He had to know why she felt the sudden urge to reach out to him. For all he knew, he was the last person she would ever miss. He watched her closely, not letting his lust get in way of his thinking. Now that he thought about it, he had let her tricks pass his suspicions a lot of times simply because he wanted her. His logic had taken backsit for the throbbing of his dick.Not this time.When she opened her eyes, she exhaled, calming herself down. She resisted the instinct
The romantic evening in Paris bustled with enthusiasm and love. Tourists dined in the lavish restaurants in the city that smelled of money, and scent. While the fresh cold air enlivened the life of night, the trickling dread swept the colour of Tara's face as she was forced to face herself in the mirror. She looked ruined. Her hair were disheveled, lipstick was slightly smudged and eyes looked watery. A strange glow adored her face as it usually did after doing vigorous activity. Even in her most unconscious state of well being she looked like the most stunning seductress to him. Her eyes lost of all hope glistened with tears. Her lips too twinkled with her successful attempt of submission. No matter how ruined she thought of herself, she only became appealing for him. He watched her unkempt state, hoping to ruin her some more as the night dug deeper. His hand pushed her hair to the left side, looking for the buttons of her blouse. Untying the only knot that held her it together,
Her eyelids flickered for seconds, reminiscing everything of previous night.The images of his last night's doings replayed like vicious memories. His ways of exploiting her nakedness while she watched was what she knew was only the beginning. He had far reaching objectives ready in his closet. Not that she wanted to find them out, but there was no other way. Faking him affection was the pill she couldn't risk vomiting. At the very moment she reminisced Dominic's shameless demand."What do you want?" She had asked."You"His voice still echoed in her mind as if he just whispered it in her senses. She trembled at the memory, unconsciously clinging to Donavan. Imagining if the mere memory could make her this nauseated, what the actual circumstance would do.There was no way Dominic was off her back just yet and she couldn't keep Donavan near her everyday. A day without her husband was all Dominic needed to exploit her weaknesses and she knew she wasn't in a position of denial. Dominic kn
"Hey" she mumbled nervously, startled at his stare. It was too late to realize she had blurted out the otherwise considered greeting. She immediately felt uncomfortable in the same chair she sat on for past hour.He hadn't expected her to say anything but again, his little vixen was adamant on surprising him."Come here" His thick morning voice called out, softly patting his thigh. It was all it took for her pulse to quicken.Don't be hesitantShe told herself, getting up from the chair. Taking baby steps to the bed, she watched the floor with utter interest, noticing the woody carpet that contrasted with the mirrory hallucination of the room.Her shy demeanor amused him as much as excited him. It took everything in his guts to not pounce on her when she stood in front of him, fathoming whether he literally wanted her to sit in his lap. Controlling the wild demon that scratched his heart to clutch her by the throat and push her down the bed he tried to appear as soft as he could. Gentl
Frantino mansion had a history of decades, the one that witnessed blood and gore, days of celebrations and weeks of massacre. But it always kept its secrets.They remained buried deep within the cracks of unattended walls and whispers of ghosts of ancients.Mansion's intricate infrastructure had received hands of best architects of the time. Antics of frantino mansion were worth millions, the hung paintings couldnt even be began to be valued in dollars. Painstaking golden chandeliers adored every hallway, urging every eye to look over the ceiling. Sculptures from as history could go so behind, stood in deadly silence, ghastly watching every generation of frantinos live and die.With the emergence of Donavan as the new don, nothing had particularly changed except for his will to make the building somewhat aesthetic from its current Gothic exterior. His suite was closely reinfrastructured, allowing more light than it did before, adding the effect of mirrors. The suit's washroom that frig