Her whine muffled behind his strong grip as she felt his hand tracing the hem of her panty before pushing his hand in, touching her pussy without a barricade, moving around her clit like a gentle threat. She held his wrist tightening her hold, unintentionally portraying the intense effect of his fingers on her stack of nerves. If anything she should have kicked him harder, but as her heart melted like an ice cream under his excruciating warmth, she didn't. "I want you" she heard him breathing in her hair, losing the thread of his patience when he felt her wetness exuding on his fingers. She didn't realise when they fit into each other like a pieces of puzzle, her body spooned in his, perfectly aligning their needs as if their bodies spoke a language beyond their minds' understanding. Her uneven breaths ceased when he whispered, still caressing her sensitive flesh with utmost gentleness,"But not here" He had removed his hand from her mouth, allowing her the needful space to roam
"Mamaa....." Inaya ran in Tara's direction, hugging her knees like a classic toddler, glad that her mother had woken up after unusually long sleep.She had tried to shake Tara out of sleep numerous time before, on the verge of tears that she was unresponsive. But her father had assured her, saying that she was just tired and in need of rest. And so she trusted him, giving Tara peaceful hours of slumber, sliding her favourite stuffed shark toy in her arms for a good sleep while her newly acclaimed father entertained her thoroughly. It was wonderful the way Ina found him, cheerful, and handsome. When she looked in his eyes, it was as if she looked back at herself. How could she not believe every word her own reflection said?As much as one might have expected Ina had nearly no questions of his absence for so long. She found comfort in the fact that she had a father, and he was here, with her. He was amiable and loved her. And that was all that mattered. It was enough for the little girl
She had a gun, and he had a breathe.His body lied on the ground, smeared with the dust wetted by his sweat. In the state that she had put him into, he looked far from living up to the promise of finding her again.He wouldn'tShe told herself.She had received vague orders. Killing him had political consequences far dangerous than his life. If he was to die from her hands, the whole system would be dug from the underground, destroying her organization before finishing her too. And so instead of ending both of their lives, they decided to end no one's.She hid the fact that this diplomatic arrangement was merely an excuse for her to let him live, that without its existence too she'd have spared his life, probably because he had showed a glimpse of human-ness at some point, a sign that he wasn't all monster and murderer, that whatever he was for the world, he wasn't towards her. Her sixteen year old self was more composed than she was now, and she blamed the man, the bane of her life,
Frantino mansion hadn't changed. It still dwelled far from the city, cherishing it's gothic privacy to remain protected from wandering gazes. As the car drove in the gates, Tara's heartbeats were touching the sky. She couldn't believe this was happening all over again. The last time she had come in the very premises she was welcomed, probably not heartily, but she was, fakely or not Italians had plastered a smile on their faces for their donna. If they were to bear her unwelcome intrusion today, she was sure to receive only hostility, hatred in all its nakedness. As much as she didn't want to care about them, somewhere deep, she was unimaginably scared of their reaction.She threw a wary glance towards him as he sat next to her, looking outside the window, Ina carelessly spread all over him as he supported her back, protecting her sleep from the bumpy ride. The scene was unnerving, she hated her daughter's speedily transforming demeanor towards him. Not only did it complicate her daug
Donavan tugged Ina in bed, pulling the covers over her little frame to keep her warm. Tara didn't say a word, quietly following, realising that the room she followed don into was a kid's bedroom, almost extensively designed for one. The walls were pink, teddy bears were scattered, and charts of alphabets hung all over the walls. Evidently the bed was small, made only for Inaya. It made her worry whether he planned on keeping Tara in another room far away but as he pointed to the room immediately next to Ina's she sighed, momentarily relaxed.Donavan felt oddly at unease as she kept unusually quiet, not offering him even a glace as she turned the door of her room open and before he could come in thud closed on his face, locking it from inside. The breeze of air hit his face at her action, making him tighten his jaw, but for the time being he took a sharp breath, calming his senses before leaving through hallway, already imagining the piling files waiting at his desk.Tara didn't waste
Everyday was the same. She would wake up, shower, check on Ina, make food, stay away from Don, read, sleep, repeat. Tara felt as if years had passed by in a month, locked in the practiced schedule like a robot. She would have grown crazy in the hellhole if she was alone, but she wasn't. And as much as Tara severely suffered to an extent of insanity, Inaya hadn't ever been this happy her entire tiny life. Ina had never been this pampered before. Someone would always sit by her side, tending to her needs, seeing if she ate well. She was a princess in the palace. Her king of a father would never let her wish meet the ground. Regardless how incessantly her mother would portray dislike towards papa's lovable coddling, he'd never pay a heed. Donavan continued to rule Ina's heart with chocolates and food and toys. He wouldn't be able stay with her all day, but whenever he could press his schedule in, he would find himself outside her door, for five minutes or not, he would show how much sh
Dreams were strange think of. They furtively dash through the dark hallways of your mind, gathering information that you wouldn't share with your closest friends only use it against you, to hurt you when you think you cannot be, in slumber. Sometimes you catch their lies, their raw nature of fantasy, and despite the choice of waking up, you sleep, crafting the story, designing the setting, consciously adding emotions you could never experience in real life. This time it was her home back in India where he had first made an unwelcome intrusion, keeping her on the edge of window before ruining her holiness. In her dreams he would still be the villain, twisted and arrogant, he'd bend her down to his wishes, whispering dirty things in her ear. And unlike she held onto her personality in real life, in fantasy she'd let a sly smile at his actions, pleased by his cocky masculinity, finding a strange pleasure in his diabolical ways. He kissed her, her head pressed into the cushion at his f
She hauled back into the headboard, clutching the covers more tightly to her chest, forcing air in her lungs as she felt her throat tightening around itself. He looked stoic, his walls impeccably concealing his emotions but she was caught off guard when she sniffed the anger out of air. And when she cared to look more keenly, the twitch in his jaw only confirmed it. His rage, like always, was unexplainable. And just like several times before, probably someone else had evoked it. It didn't matter nevertheless. It only took her existence around to make her the victim. She was sure even if she all but slightly breathed in his presence, he'd still direct his frustration towards her.He wanted to pin the woman down and ask her what she wanted. The more vividly he tried to understand her, the deeper the enigma she became. Why did she have to moan my name?He could never misinterpret her voice for something else, he was all too familiar with it. Her noise was a music he never forgot compo
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