There it was, the most awaited email. In front of it sat Tara unsure how to feel about it.
She had managed to get an interview after months of hardwork but not only did her husband had made it clear that she wouldn't work but the interview had been arranged on her wedding day.
She scoffed at the irony, at the cruel fate of life that probably laughed viciously on Tara.
I shouldn't have hoped
It had been 3 days since she had met the nameless man. Her bags had been packed by her dutiful maids, her father busy in the wedding preparations due in two days.
All she was told to do was sit in her room and look pretty as maids took care of her. She was convinced no matter what beauticians tried to do, they'd never even come closer to make her stand-able next to him. He was out of this world. His curly stiff hair, sharp gaze and chiseled tall physique was made for a women entirely different than her. Even if she was to convince him to let her work, seduction was out of the question.
Not only was she completely devoid of the experience but he must had seen far better than to be falling for her.
She closed the laptop with a sigh.There is no wayAlthough both interview and job was online, she knew the answer would be anything but yes.Is there really no way?She took a deep breathe and thought it through.To be able to convince him, she had to meet him, they had to talk, how?
That... she did not know.
Her head throbbed in pain, she refused to accept her fate - the bitter truth that this is what her life was going to be, devoid of joy and goal. She rested her head on the table with thud, closing her eyes, unable to control the turmoil of her flooding emotions.
When the pulse became too much, she clutched her hair in frustration, pulling them to relieve the pain. Her orbs brimmed with tears, worried for her foreseeable future.
The more she thought, severely it hurt.
Amid her inner battle with grief, hatred, tears and exasperation, she heard the melodic tune of her favourite composition, it played like a salve on her burning uproar, silencing the clamour within, for a second.
It took her seconds to realise that her phone was ringing with Beethoven's mellifluous Fur Elise. It was unusual, no one had her number except for her father and she was sure her father wouldn't ever call at this hour. Who could be calli-
It's him
It dawned a little too fast, a little more intensely.
Her mouth went dry.She knew the caller even before she reached for her cell. Her heart beat escalated wildly before she picked it up, letting it touch her ear. The hair near her ear stood in anticipation, expecting his voice to echo through her senses any moment now, but all she heard was silence.She strained her ears to pick up any speck of noise and then she heard it...his sharp inhale.
He couldn't believe he had made decisions at this rate. Sure he had to nail the deal with Indians at any cost, but never had he thought the old man would ask for a hand in his daughter's marriage for signing the contract.
He had agreed in less than a minute, knowing how with Indian or not, his marriage was anyways going to be part of the deal. He was too presumptuous to waste the privilege of marriage for love, especially if he could use it for gains in important matters.
Meeting was only supposed to be a trivial formality, unimportant and useless. He had already formed assumptions. Born rich, no mother, single daughter, zero friends, ofcourse she had to be a cherished spoilt princess in the typical loaded palace.
Much to his surprise, she had come out as anything but that. The sight of her cherubic features and shy demeanor had caught him off guard as much as it had intrigued his insides.
She seemed to be an odd fit to be anywhere in his life and yet she had captured his eye. After not being able to process what witchcraft she had been performing on him, he had called, unaware of his own intentions.
She didn't say anything, growing skeptical of the strange phone call, waiting patiently.
As the time passed she found herself lying down on the bed on her stomach. Her phone still clutched to her ear while he all but breathed.
What is the meaning of this?
Before she could assume the call was a mistake and cut it off, she heard the two unmistakable words, hitching her breathe,
"I'm coming"
Her will to inquire frantically was met with a frightening beep, he had hanged up.
She was flabbergasted, baffled, everything and anything that meant she was panicking. First he breathed through the phone now, out of nowhere he is coming. Just when she started to get worried it struck her...
He's meeting me, I can talk to him now
This was probably the last opportunity to confront him again, to give it a shot. For whatever reason he was paying a visit, she decided to turn it into her favor.
Her panic settled slowly, calming down to let her see the positive side of dreadful forthcomings. She strolled back and forth her room, going over the scenarios, practicing how she'd talk, what she'd say. Her ragged breathe morphed into a strange excitement of hope.
Little did she know the cost of her wishes would be too much, that at stakes was a price she could never fully pay, that her little moment of joy was all but little.
Heroically oblivious to her destiny, she did what lamb never did for the lion,
She waited.
After 15 minutes of going through the email again she smiled with a newly found hope to linger on.
If he gets convinced, this could work
She stood up from her table, walking to the window to gaze through moonlight, sighing at the sight of gibbous, bright moon.
As she rested her head on the frame of window, her thoughts traveled to imagining her life in Italy.
Would it make any difference?
The question never had any positive answer. After seeing the man, she knew it would be worse. The only mystery was how worse, how much worse.
A screeching of wheels caught her attention when a shining sports car entered their premise. She didn't had to guess who it was. He got out of the car, entering the mansion like man on a mission. And just like that she lost her breathe again. Why did he have this effect on her?
Should I lock the door? I don't want to see him
Why was he coming anyways?
The destructive thoughts crowded her mind, forcing adrenalin in her veins, telling her to either run out the door or jump off the window.
When her thoughts began to roll downhill she forced herself to calm down, focusing on how she would convince him.
If you want a career, you have to do this.
She repeated the mantra, taking deep breaths, pulling herself together.
She noticed that there wasn't a knock before he pushed the door open, letting it close behind him, entering as if he owned the damn thing. She stood by her window staring at him wide eyed as he blessed the air with his distinct cologne, letting the sip of masculinity dip in her feminine room, his white shirt sharply contrasting his dark suit.
The air thickened as he inhaled his share of oxygen. Ever so slowly as he watched her, with a soft click he locked the door, laying his intentions down once and for all.
She realised the trap when she was already caught, in her own house, in her own room.
How could I be so stupid
She had kept her room's lights off, knowing the moonlight was enough to lit every part of her room. He admired the darkness, moreover he was about to exploit it.
Shadows engulfed him in a devilish embrace, his face nothing less than a mesmerizing angel reeking deletarious danger.
It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended like a boltening thunder on a sunny day. Even then she couldn't but shake in fear. He had skillfully blocked the door, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her even more, tears gathered in her orbs with horrific anticipation.
With his each deliberate step nearer, she gripped the frame of her window tighter, afraid of losing her balance.
It took him three steps to be inches apart from her. He watched her shaken face with incomprehensible expression, taking his suit jacket off, slowly to extend the joy of seeing her rabbit eyes full of regret and fear.
She felt foolish to think that came to talk when in all he wished was to do.
She moved her eyes away, unable to meet his diabolical green gaze. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her teary glance to his.
His eyes slipped from the grip of her eyes to her lips in a second.
She grew self conscious all over again. He watched his possession with subtle interest, taking his time in enjoying the quiver of her full lips.
In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet, the simple act bursting his thinning control as his mouth descended on her lips with hunger.
He took her gently, stroking her lips tenderly, trying different angles, faltering her any attempt to get away by tightening his hold on her neck. Giving her a moment in between to breathe, enjoying her feeble struggles bit by bit.
And just when he thought it wasn't enough, he picked her up effortlessly, ignoring her shocked gasp before throwing her on bed.
As she bounced twice on her own bed she shook with horror. Everything was happening too fast. He had kissed her with resolve, like nothing could stop him from marking his claim and god knows what he was planning to do tonight. She desperately shook her head, frantically conveying the wrongness of his actions. Nothing can happen tonight. He had already kissed her before their marriage. If her father was to know of this, which he obviously would, he wouldn't be pleased. It was her father whom she had inherited her conservative nature from. If he knew his daughter was sexually involved with a man, her fiancé or not, he'd rather have her dead than alive. She had to stop this mad man before he went insane. At the side of bed he stood watching her drown in her thoughts. Her small stature awkwardly splayed on her queen sized bed. She would have moved faster to run out the door had her body had given a response. Her helplessness made him smirk. Ever since their first meeting this little
There she sat stark naked in her window, feeling disgustingly humiliated and utterly helpless in front of a man that held no pity, no warmth. He watched her as if she was hewed out of precious diamond, perfectly tailored for him, her soft incandescent skin shining under moonlight. She grew uncomfortable at his gaze shamelessly roaming on her body, not masking his unholy intentions. His eyes perilously tingled her skin as if fondling without touch, licking without tongue, devouring without mouth. Her struggles grew as she helplessly watched his gaze becoming penetrative, insinuating his desire. His hold on her hands tightened with her growing defiance, his fist enough to control both her wrists behind her back, closing their distance further, the thin fabric of his shirt wrinkling like a poor barricade between their skins. She had never felt so vulnerable at a man's feet, at the doorstep of fate who played a brutal game with her frailty. And in all the situations she couldn't but w
Everything was blurred for next two days. Her room was flooded with maids, beauticians, and hair dressers. Their meandering as annoying as unbothered. It didn't matter, and for that matter, nothing mattered. She did not notice their presence, their existence all but the remnants of reality as she expressionlessly watched it in the dazed state. She realised what sham of a matrix she had been living so far while the only truth was him- the stoutness of his features, the roughness of his skin, the coldness of his gaze, the harshness of his actions. In the minutes of their meet, he had changed the definitions of marriage for her. For someone who hadn't experienced a man's touch, she had had nothing than a roller coaster ride that night, riding to the heights of pleasures and the depths of pain. And it was all but a glimpse, she knew, a quick peek over what he could actually to do. A sudden shiver ran over her skin at the thought. She internally shook her head, already scared of her fut
Wedding had been fairly simplistic. Except for the presence of some of the most deadly people in Italy, everything appeared minimalistic. Her white dress had been exactly of her size, complementing her soft curves at just the right places. She walked down an aisle alone. Her long cathedral veil, minimum makeup and simple bun did not hinder her way from attracting attention. Now that she knew what kind of power she had married to, it all made sense, the fawning appreciation, narrowing gazes, inundating importance, everything. At the end of aisle he offered his hand like a gentleman. Engulfing her small hand in his, pulling her closer, she didn't dare look from floor, drenched in sweat and shame, feeling his sharp gaze through the sheer veil. As priest said rites of marriage her hand started profusely sweating, the quiver of her lips visible. Never in her dreams had she thought she would ever get married to Italian don. "Do you Donavan Frantino, take Tara Rao as your lawfully wedded
Once inside the room, she quietly adjusted her laptop down on the table and started setting it up. They had left from their own reception before everyone else, not that anyone dared questioned why. But she knew she had gotten herself in trouble, even though he had shown different sets of emotions, he was undoubtably irritated.If it wasn't for her compliance in bed, he wouldn't have even considered her request. It bothered his own mind as to why he saught her willingness. For all that mattered, she was his fucking wife, he could bend her over and have his way, and yet he wanted to have her battle with herself, he cherished the way she seethed under him, loathing everything but not denying anyways.He settled himself down, crossing his legs across mattress, relaxing back on the bed post, watching as she didn't mind changing her clothes before sitting in front of screen. They had barely reached in time. He had driven his Porsche like a truck, slowly taking turns, waiting on empty signa
She limped stomach first on the bed, utterly exhausted. After withdrawing fifth orgasm from her he had finally cum inside her. He had her bending in every possible position, each allowing him penetrate her at different angles. Just when she'd start thinking it'll be over soon, he'd pick her up, and begin all over. Her throat was parched from how much she had moaned, louder each orgasm, begging him to give her a break but his wildness seemed to have no end. Not once did he become the source of sound except for when his flesh would hit her insides, the room was all about her, her screams, her moans, her pleads.He saw his cum oozing out of her pussy as she laid limp in his bed. He gently pushed his cum back in her pussy ensuring she was brimmed with his seed. This is all to get her pregnant. It hadn't been a week getting to actually know her but imagining her bearing his children had his possessivity intensifying. As soon as she is pregnant she wouldn't wanna continue her job too. His
"Because it's also the least number of times you'll cum tonight". She was shocked to hear him present his intent so crudely to her. She realised when it's about him, its way better to not know what's coming, with his plan of action set forth so clearly, she wanted to jump out the window. Her hands instinctively went to his hands on her waist, pushing him away. With a jerk he pulled her even closer. She felt his arousal at her back, confirming everything he intended to do. "I...I.. am sore..." she tried to explain, wishing for him to consider it as a valid issue. "I'll make it go away" he kissed his way down her neck. Lowering the strap of her dress. As soon as her pebbled breast peeked out, his hand instinctively took a hold of it, caressing his little possession. "Why aren't you wearing a bra" he asked, holding her mound as if to weigh it. "I..I...don't like wearing i..it at ho..home" she tried not to stutter while his hand played with his new toy. As she looked down to at hersel
Stepping down the window she picked up her dress and wore it yet again. She didn't know what to do. After standing dumbfounded in the same spot for ten minutes straight, she decided to open her laptop to distract herself. His image of lightly sucking on her breast before leaving kept replaying in her mind. If he was going to keep playing with her body everyday, she doubted she could ever focus on anything other than him. Unconsciously like a habit, her hand clicked on emails as her recently received appealed. Even though her mind still rustled with the sinful images of his doings, one particular email caught her attention. Immediately clicking on the full content an unknown smile spread across her face. Finally...She was accepted as the medical writer from the company that interviewed her yesterday. After completion of certain documentation formalities she could start her work from tomorrow. She was delighted to the most, not only would she be able to continue with her career but it
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