Tara did not know how she had managed to stretch her cheeks into an acceptable smile. Her face hurt as she politely bid goodbyes to their unusually joyful guests. Regardless of how the night had turned out for Tara and Donavan, French had had the blast, the night had just become brighter and brighter with music and drinks. It wasn't until midnight that everyone had realised it was time to call it a night. Tara had retracted herself from the crowd far earlier, sitting in the corner watching the blur world from wine glass as it moved in a rhythm, taunting her tumult within. Withdrawn from a reality she went into trance, revisiting her seemingly careless actions that still and all had felt necessary at the time. Even when she knew he wouldn't harm her, the world she was born and brought up in, her actions had aligned with punishments far cruel, worse than death ever could be.In the realest moment she felt grateful for having Donavan, and more importantly so, his endless love, it had
She stumbled when he pulled her impossibly closer, pressing her body on his, knocking her breathe away."Why didn't you tell me about Dominic?" She felt his enraged breath as he greeted through his teeth, adding to the daunt air of night.His hold softened when he realised he applied a little too pressure on her delicate neck. And yet his expressions remained unforgiving, hanging on her body like a sword, ready to splash through the same delicate flesh.She remained quiet, not knowing what to say. As uncomfortable and embarrassing it became to maintain his gaze, she kept it, not cowering back. "ANSWER ME"his scream reverberated in the suite, aggravating her to terribly flinch in place. Despite it's humongous size she felt the walls speedily closing up, dampening her breathe as it stuck in her throat. She watched through tears as his voice still echoed in senses, too intense to remain silent upon. "What would you have done?" she murmured in her faint voice, barely audible through
"You should go back to Italy"He declared, mirroring her empty eyes, barring himself from feeling anything.He noticed as her brows met in distress, unsettled that he suggested something so obscene as a solution. Probably it was the thought of being alone, the habit of being around him, but whatever it stemmed from, it was too late. He had already made a decision."No" her voice dropped into desperation, contrasting her strength before.He knew she had to go. Her presence was becoming unbearable. She had sported ruthless games in his wretched heart, playing with his mind like a board game. He had become detached from his usual focused self, leaning more into the illusive world revolving around her. He realised while he was busy trying to being everything for her, she was never willing to be his in the first place.He gave a sigh out in exhaustion, reminiscing his foolishness that had been all for nothing, his emotions rendering merely dross of ruined heart.He started to turn back to
She didn't have much to offer, just as she had miniscule to gain. All that she knew was this was worth doing, regardless of his leniency or rejection, love or unavoidably, hate.And exactly as she had foreseen, he looked bewildered, far from denying the offer she had put on the display, too aware of her intentions.He gulped as he watched her soft curves, inches away from his touch, urging to be ravished.He wished he had the guts to tell her to fuck off, to walk away like she had little to no effect on him, but she had raised the stakes far too high to let go without a taste and for god's sake he hadn't seen it coming. As a matter of fact, he never saw it coming. She was wildly unpredictable, innocently sinister in her own ways.He loathed his emotions that softened instantly, annealing into whatever she wanted them to be. Even as his sharp gaze alone would make people tremble with intimidation, her eyes watched him as if she had nothing to hide. There wasn't a remnant of ambition, a
The images of his vigorous movements reflected in the endless mirrors around, reminding her just how they looked under their thick skin, raw and real, reveling and yet severely hurt. It was all but a fleeting thought before she let herself wallow in the pool of her own voices, her own pain. She jostled back to reality only when his raspy deep voice whispered in her ear, letting the dread sink,"Not very quiet now are we?"For a brief moment, she cared and then, she couldn't, not when he was so deep inside her that she felt him more than she felt herself. In response, she all but inhaled, simply forgetting that he said anything before focusing on the orgasm that approached dangerously faster.From learning her body so deliberately, when he felt her pussy tightly clenching around him he understood what it meant, stilling instantly, remaining embedded deep within her,"Not so fast" he whispered before flipping her yet again, coming face to face with the woman of his dreams, vixen of his
He clutched her tighter, heedlessly crushing her body as he didn't hear a single hiss of complaint. He felt the sunrays that warmed his exposed legs while he remained cold under the sheet, with her. With her?His inner voice asked in reluctance. As his hands roamed over her skin, he felt the unusual softness of the fabric, unlike the gentleness he was used to. When his eyes finally opened in confusion, he realized the woman he held dearly on to, was in fact a cushion she had furtively ushered in his arms. As if he had touched the sizzling lava, he swung the cushion away, off the bed, irritated that it was anything but her. His narrow, sleepy gaze swept across the room only to find it impeccably clean, as if this wasn't the same suite they had created a mess in. For a second, he wondered whether this indeed was the same suite but when tens of mirrors glanced back at him through his eyes, he knew there wasn't any place like this on the entire planet. He peeked his ears to catch up on
She knew something was wrong and that he didn't want to share it. Not that he ever did, but in the corner of her heart she wanted to know what bothered him, to find a way to soothe it. It was astounding that her nerves crawled to calm him just anytime he was distressed, different from his normal arrogant demeanor intended to nothing but irritate her. She would be unusually at peace at his bawdy remarks and dirty comments, but when he did not make it, turning distant and quiet, she would immediately tick into agitation, wondering what made him perturbed. Her growing feelings for him was an absurd turn of events. She never wanted it to happen. At the end of the day, no matter what he did for her, he still lived as a hideous criminal, heartless murderer and a ruthless sex trafficker, all the things she could never condemn. If she would have been in the position of telling him to stop his atrocities, she knew, she would have. She'd gone to the extents of excruciating efforts to make h
Did she slide it in his pocket to divert the blame?He felt his head spinning as one after other, heavy questions heaped on one another. He took a step back in shock, loathing himself for not figuring this out way earlier. Dominic Frantino was selfish, power-hungry, and a borderline monstrous man but, one thing that he certainly wasn't was stupid. He'd have buried that data six feet down if he could have, carrying it carelessly in his pocket would have been the last thing in his mind. And if Donavan's line of thought was correct, Tara's desperation to have Dominic killed could be easily explained, given her deadly plan to cage him in this inescapable trap.It couldn't be, he kept telling himself, not believing that the innocence he had watched flourishing for so long was capable of causing disasters of this measure.and to pocket the pen drive just on the day he attacked Tara...?Wasn't it something far too unreal to be a coincidence? Horror slid in his eyes as he watched her. Ques