R-18*** Rena's POV. I gasped in shock. Was he intending to eat me in this position? Swallowing an inexistent saliva, I shook my head, and he grinned mischievously. “I'll be your first, and last.” Just as his words dropped, he buried his face inside my nightdress, and I suddenly felt his tongue stroking my bean. “Fuck!” I cursed, and subconsciously stiffened, my core throbbing. But he didn't stop, neither did I want him to stop. He licked and sucked like the pro he was, sending my soul drifting out of my body and sleeping on clouds. My fingers dug into his thick hair, pushing his head deeper, moaning, begging him to take me, and panting heavilyHe didn't listen to any of my pleas to be fucked. Long minutes passed, with my moans growing louder, and my ecstasy building to its peak. And suddenly, I exploded into his mouth. My body spasms uncontrollably, and I hunched over to hug his head for support. My breathing had quickened, and I was almost breathless, filled with sweat.We re
Rena’s POV. I had no recollection of how I changed out of my semen-ruined, short nightdress, because, the moment he had his release, I collapsed. It wasn't long before I fell asleep. But when I woke up, I was wearing a white nightgown. Sitting up with great difficulty, I looked around, trying to remember what had happened after I slept off. The room was spotless, with no signs of the intense sex, and the air was fresh with the scent of flowers. Just then, the door was pushed open, and my husband strode in, one hand in his black pants. His black shirt was left unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of his chiseled chest, a burning cigar in between his fingers. He looked every bit the powerful, commanding presence he was, and I couldn't help but feel proud that he was my man. “Good morning,” I greeted in a small voice, blushing.His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest. The scene from last night came crashing down on me, and suddenly, I felt aroused, despite the
Kaan’s POV. Sitting across from her, sipping my wine, I watched her savor each bite of the seafood platter. Her eyes would light up with pleasure, and a soft hum of satisfaction would escape her lips. It was captivating, like watching a cute, curious baby. I found myself mesmerized by the way she chewed, the way her tongue darted out to lick her lips. I felt my gaze drawn to her again and again, my mind wandering back to the night before. I've had countless women of different shapes, sizes, and age, but none had made me feel the way my little Kitten made me feel. She's the least experienced, the most innocent, and yet, she's the one who's managed to crawl under my skin. Initially, I didn't care about how women felt when I had sex with them. Wounded or not, I tossed them aside once I was done, and I didn't go close to the same woman twice, but with Rena, it was different. One time with her wasn't enough. I found myself wanting more, craving more. Her body seemed to be made for mi
Kaan’s POV. The restaurant had been emptied out by my men, when they felt something was amiss, so right now, it was just the three of us. She was carrying my child, she said. My gaze drifted to her slightly protruding tummy. Interesting how this lady showed up in front of me to make such claims. Have I met her before? Not sure. Do I know her? Absolutely not. But she does seem like someone I would let into my bed, that is, before I became a married man. I'm a traditional man, and I value commitment, so having other women I mess with outside, giving my wife troubles was something I frowned upon. So, what do I feel about this great news? Nothing. “So?” My plain and lazy response seemed to surprise Rena and the lady, who both lifted their heads to stare at me. But I wasn't phased at all. In fact, this lady has already chosen a one-way ticket to hell for this blunder she's made. Every woman I had one-night stands with were made to sign contracts that benefited us both. Whateve
Rena's POV. To hell with fighting for a marriage he didn't respect. As if it wasn't bad enough that a stray, a damn gorgeous one at that, came with his child. As if it wasn't bad enough that his dick had gone into countless women before me. As if it wasn't bad enough that he just sat there and did nothing. As if it wasn't bad enough that he stared at her with warmth in his eyes, he spoke with kindness to her! Why did he need my input if he already had Soni? Clearly, having more bastard children wouldn't sully his name, rather it would expand his Ferrante family and compete with his legitimate children in the future! Men! Do they never think about consequences when they shove their dicks into countless women?So what if it was in the past? So what if he used protection? Condoms break. Pills fail too! Nothing is 100% certain. Poor woman, she just wanted to be an escort to save her mother, yet, the almighty Kaan couldn't take his eyes off and hands off her, just like he couldn't st
Rena's POVI was all smiles as I made dinner for him. It was my first time cooking for him, and I couldn't wait to hear his comment on how my food tasted. Bianca made sure my cooking skills were above average. She enrolled me in a culinary school when I was 16, and I spent two years learning the intricacies of fine dining. ‘The road to a man's heart is through his stomach. To win a man to your side, you must be feminine, a good cook, and a good partner in bed’, she'd said. Since I can't satisfy Demir, at least, I should be able to satisfy his stomach. I thought. Thank goodness he didn't commit any other women he's had relationships with to memory. He told me he's only ever had one woman once, which gives me the upper hand, because as his wife, he would definitely have me again. Not only that, the only reason he's not had me yet was because of my injury down there. I was elated as I sang along cooking. The kitchen was filled with the sweet sound of sizzling meat and my even sweet
The saleswoman's expression softened, and she nodded understandingly. "I think I have just the thing," she said, disappearing into the back of the store.She returned with a beautiful, handmade dress that looked like it belonged in a museum. The intricate embroidery and delicate patterns sparkled in the light, and I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed at it. "This is stunning," I breathed, my eyes welling up with tears. The saleswoman smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. "It's a traditional Turkish design, passed down from generation to generation. I think it would be perfect for you, Miss Yaman." She helped me into the dress, and as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I felt like I was transported back to my childhood, surrounded by the love and warmth of my mother.My mom, Arat, just like her name, was pure, holy, and clean. Born to a Palestinian woman, and Turkish man. She was a quiet and peace-loving woman, who almost had no words, except a sweet smile, and her heart–
I quickly pulled back, but his strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me in. I gasped, feeling my body pressed against his, my heart racing with excitement. Demir's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity as he leaned in closer, his lips inches from mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Your lips are tantalizing. I want to savor the taste," he whispered, his voice low and husky.Thrill coursed through me, as anticipation built in my stomach. Before he could do anything, I suddenly pulled him down by the collar and crashed my lips into his. Heaven! This feels so good! He smelt of tobacco, smoke, and something uniquely Demir, a scent that was both familiar and intoxicating. As our lips moved together, the world around us melted away. The kiss deepened into a passionate and all-consuming embrace. His tongue danced with mine, sending shivers down my spine as he explored my mouth with a hunger that left me breathle
My eyes widened in shock as I spun back around to face Soni, my mind racing with questions. But before I could ask any of them, Soni grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her car. Opening the door, she pushed me in and bent over, opening the compartments in haste, “Don't open the door unless I say so.” Her stern voice suddenly rang as she pulled out two silver guns. “Are we under an attack?” my mind was racing with worst-case scenarios as I slid into the passenger seat, my heart pounding in my chest. Scenes from what happened in Turkey clouded my mind and I subconsciously gripped Soni's elbow. “Let's run.”She halted her movement and locked eyes with me, the corner of her lips raising ever so slightly, “I don't know how to run.” With that, she snatched her elbow from me and checked the guns. Seeing they were loaded, she cracked them and straightened her back. “Don't open the door no matter what,” she repeated before running towards the fleet of cars packed in the garage. I watched i
“You're being too reckless!!” I screamed over the roar of the engine, my voice hoarse from fear. Soni's laughter echoed through the air, a manic, exhilarated sound that sent shivers down my spine. She floored it, the Lamborghini surging forward like a bullet. I gripped the armrests for dear life, my knuckles white with tension. "Soni, stop! You're going to get us killed!" I screamed, but she just laughed, her eyes gleaming with a wild, unhinged light. The speedometer needle quivered at 150, 160, 170... and still Soni pushed the car, her foot heavy on the accelerator. I closed my eyes, praying that we'd make it out alive.Suddenly, Soni slammed on the brakes, and the car skidded to a stop. I gasped as I jerked forward with a shrill cry, my heart still thundering in my chest. “Woohoo! That was life!” Soni exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she turned to me with a grin. She was still revved up from the adrenaline rush, her cheeks flushed and her hair disheveled from the w
I flinched, my heart racing as we locked eyes. Soni's gaze held mine for what felt like an eternity, her expression unreadable. Then, I heard her cold voice. “Where are you coming from, Rena?” I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself as I met Soni's piercing gaze. "I went out to see–" "Someone?" Soni's eyes narrowed slightly, her expression skeptical. "Who do you know in this city?" Every step she took down the stairs brought her closer to me, her eyes never leaving mine. "We have a spy in the family and my hunch points at you, Rena.”My mind snapped and I forgot the fear I felt for her, “You've lost your damn mind for accusing me falsely, you bitch!” Silence consumed the air and my heart drummed against my ribcage. Before I knew what her profession was, I could say anything to her without fear, but now, knowing she could easily kill me before help came, made my toes curl with dread. I didn't want to die, not now that I'd seen Bianca, my greatest enemy that I must get rid of.
Luca shook his head, "I'm not asking you to demand anything from Kaan. There's already a plan in motion to get the olive business back from Kaan…”My eyes almost popped. Really, there was? And nobody thought I deserved to know? Wasn't the olive business mine? Hah! Of course, how could it be ‘mine’, when my family was murdered because of it, and one of the culprits was sitting right in front of me? My gaze lingered on Bianca, my fingers clenching my purse so hard that my knuckles turned white. It took all the forces of wisdom in my head to keep me from lunging at Bianca and demanding her head. I took a deep breath, my eyes glued on her bare neck, imagining my hands wrapping around it, but slowly I unclenched my fists and reined my thoughts in. Luca's voice broke the tension, his words dripping with sweetness."You see, Rena, we've been working behind the scenes to ensure that you get what's rightfully yours. And with Bianca's help, we can finally bring Kaan to his knees." Bianca's ey
Luca's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he searched for any sign of deception. But I held my ground, my expression unwavering. Bianca, on the other hand, looked like she had been punched in the gut. Her eyes were wide with shock, her face pale. She seemed to be struggling to process the fact that I already knew the truth about Kaan Ferrente, yet still remained with him. “If you knew, why are you still with him?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was laced with a mix of confusion, concern, and accusation. I met her gaze, my expression still neutral, but a hint of steel creeping into my voice. "That's none of your business, Bianca," I said, my words clipped. "You lost the right to question my choices when you abandoned me." I paused, my eyes never leaving hers. "But I'll tell you this; I'm not as naive as I used to be. I know how to take care of myself, and I know how to play the game Kaan started. He killed my family, and I won't let him off, neither will I let you, Bia
Rena~“Where do you want to be touched?” I felt a rush of heat spread through my body at Demir's question. His eyes bored into my nakedness as I spread out in the half filled bathtub. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "Everywhere," I stammered. Demir's gaze bore into mine, as if he could see right through me. He took a step closer, his body inches from mine. "Show me," he whispered. My hands roamed my body, one grabbing my breast and the other lowering down to my core.“How were you doing it earlier?” My fingers slid in and out, accompanied by the warm water, as I showed him what he wanted to see. “You were moaning.” I bit my lip seductively, unwilling to moan. If he wanted to hear me moan, he should make me. My thrusts grew faster watching him as I teased myself. “Aren't you tempted, Mr. Kaan?” I asked in a sultry voice. “I am,” she stepped into the bathtub and knelt beside me, his big palm covering mine as his finger slid in, meeting mine inside. I stared into his
Warning: R - 18Rena~My whole body ached. Demir had never treated my body like this before. Staring at the numerous hickeys, I swallowed as memories of last night flooded my mind. He tied my hands with his tie, my eyes blindfolded, and legs tied to the bed, leaving me completely at his mercy. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the way Demir's hands had roamed over my body, teasing and tantalizing me until I was begging and tearing up. The blindfold had heightened my senses, making every touch feel like a jolt of electricity. And the tie binding my wrists had added an extra layer of excitement, making me feel like I had no control over anything. I had never felt so alive, so desired, and so desperate to be drilled. And he didn't disappoint my expectations. The sex was so good that I cried tears of joy. And now, despite my aching body, I was craving him again. I bit my lips as my finger slid into my dripping core. A soft moan escaped my lips as my aroused clit tingled, sen
“Rena,” his fingers quivered as they brushed my cheek. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he shut his eyes for a while, then opened them again. “Don't pull that stunt next time. Take it out on me when you're mad. Talk to me when you're confused, sad, or frustrated…don't shut me out again, don't do that. It makes me wild and crazy.” Demir's breath shook as he tried hard to suppress the emotions he clearly couldn't control, “I don't know what to do when you shut me out - when you won't speak to me. It drives me insane." I wrapped my arms around Demir's neck, pulling him close as I sat up. He didn't resist, instead, he buried his face in the crook of my chest, his ragged breathing sending shivers down my spine. I held him tightly, trying to calm the storm that raged within him. "Shh…I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I won't shut you out anymore. I'll listen to you henceforth, believe every word you say, and never doubt you ever again.” I whispered softly, hoping my assurance would calm hi
Rena’s POV. “So, what happened?” I was eager to know. My anger had long been forgotten. Even though I was overwhelmed by the stories, my questions needed to be answered. For two days, I'd almost gone crazy in this room. I was filled with anger at the same time, questions upon questions consumed me. That was why I opened the door for him. But who would have thought I would be hearing things I never imagined? Whether Luca lied or Demir was pulling a wool over my eyes, the truth would always have a way of presenting itself. “Her family were angry at her for ditching her betrothed for a mafia member, whose only religion was guns. But your aunt was stubborn and in love. When her family found out she was pregnant, they disowned her, and she came to live with her man.” He looked down at his hands. “These hands pulled his body out from an exploded car. These same hands also delivered their child before your aunt passed away.” He looked at me, as if understanding my thoughts, he continued