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
She 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