Continued: "Come on?" I call her, reaching down to rip my top up and over my head. I need a shower, too. We have an engagement to attend, so surely this can be classed as killing two birds with one stone? And we're saving on water whilst we're at it, which is always a plus when you live with so many people. "You want to wash me?" She asks me shyly, not having moved from that spot by the door. "I should have done it the moment I made you come, Bee. Now come on, we have things to do and places to be," I grate out, seedlings of doubt playing havoc on my decision-making. Should I really be doing this? Encouraging this weird dynamic, I don't understand. I've never showered with one of the girls; I usually deem it to be too intimate. Even with those thoughts, I drop my jeans and then my pants, staring at Bianca as I do. That heat from my office travels up her bare neck and into her cheeks. Her eyes are zeroed in on one place on me in particular. "Oh, god," she moans in the ba
Continued: "Get your hands off her," Franko demands with a glare worthy of instant death. "No," I state. "Franko, please," Bianca's voice comes soft and breathy, pissing me the fuck off instantly. I fight looking at her, but I'm unsuccessful. Thankfully, she's looking to the floor, her attention very much not on him as I expected. "Ah, Franko Densel, it's lovely to see you again," Luca's thick and domineering voice comes from beside us. He and Emma joined this little altercation before it really started. "Emma, you can't allow this. There was a deal between your father and mine; Bianca belongs to me," Franko pleads, his desperation obvious and ridiculous. Turning my body away, I pretend I'm more interested in the men moving around the room, but I'm not. I want to snap the boy's neck to prevent him from ever laying eyes on Bianca again, let alone placing any part of him on her. "I'm not my father; I won't force a marriage on her," Emma replies. "You can't stop it; the
Bianca "Some fucking choice! Fuck, I hate you," I shout at Emma as if my words were a dagger flying through the air. I say them to harm her, intent on expelling this anger. Franko looked utterly heartbroken seeing me enter with Niko, but the ironic thing was the feelings I felt towards his upset—that was nothing but relief. At first, the prospect of having the assurance that I had a husband and my life was planned seemed attainable, but the more I got to know Franko, the more I realised he was just like his father. Dangerous. I hated that I had been promised to him and that I had a life planned out with him. I hated that we were forced to speak about our relationship, our marriage, and the children we would have. Even so, it was set, and I was accepting of it. And now? Now I have Niko. Perhaps. Maybe? What am I saying? The only route I should be concentrating on is escape. All the same, the afternoon flies through my mind. Seeing him naked, his member hanging low and to t
Continued: "Come on, Bee? Let me have what I want, and I promise to give it in return," he states. His voice wavers and he sways just a little. "You're high," I remark. I'm not looking for confirmation; it's as evident as the blue sky. "I'm horny," he summarises. "No," I say unsurely. No, in this life, is never met well, and now is no different. Niko stills, his whole body stiffening at that singular two-letter word that entirely stops whatever he was fishing for. It takes him time to recover, and I sit like a duck waiting for the other shoe to drop. His fingers brush my cheek, his thumb stroking my lips. My breath catches as I stare into his endless pools of deep, earthy brown eyes. "Once we marry, that word will be forbidden," he whispers. "Even then, Niko, I can say...no." "You can say it, little Bee. Doesn't mean it'll hold any weight," he smirks. "Fuck off!" I all but yell. "Shout it louder, darling. Let everyone know we're having a lovers tiff," he laughs
Niko The drive home last night was anything but serene. Bianca was quiet, too subdued for what had taken place in the Moretta's kitchen, and my cock was raging, a good one unlike ever before. Claiming her, if that's what it's called, is something I never imagined would turn me the hell on, yet there I stood in Dimitri's kitchen kissing the hell out of her only moments before that retched bastard would walk in to witness me—claiming her. It was awfully perfect timing if you believe in fate, which I don't, but Luca does. And fates never mistreated him. I had hoped Bianca would allow me to continue whatever that kiss was, to explore one another. But she refuted me the moment I tried to lean over in the car to kissher. Her hands pushing me away, her head turning to the side, was a sure fucking message we wouldn't be continuing that little slice of heaven I tasted. What had felt like a breakthrough was anything but, and that pissed me the hell off. I shook my head at her, fuming wit
Continued: She leads me down a crossroads that usually wouldn't be a possibility, but her words from earlier come back to me and show that the vulnerable need to take charge of the situation using the word no had some meaning behind it. I want to know why she feels so profoundly regarding having control, and I fear the worst. I watched her regard me with fear-driven eyes while I debated whether I should act on impulse or really consider whether I respected her answer. Pushing her away, I decide on taking a different path, the right path; I forgo my work, exiting my office like my arse is on fire, slamming the office door to make a point of my unhappiness. Reaching inside my pocket, I take out a spliff, lighting it instantly. I had planned to go to the garden, but I noticed Luca was entering his office, so I floated that way instead. Fuck our rift, there's no one I can talk to but him. When I enter, he's leaning back into his office chair, sighing to the ceiling, his pho
Bianca Niko was pissed at me yesterday evening. I don't know what I was thinking whilst packing away my clothes. One minute, I was looking at the skimpy garments, thinking how typical of a man he was, and the next, I was trying that one particular red piece on. I love red. Not only because it suits my skin tone but because it's the colour of my blood. Who doesn't love blood? So there I was, dressed in this lingerie that he obviously brought because he wanted me to dress up in it for him, and I stared at myself long enough to pique my ego, who absolutely fucking hates me. Dirty skank, she had called me.Should put an end to your sorry existence now and for good,she had continued. And guess where I fucking was? Yeah, in his closet with all his guns. I stood, feeling the silky babydoll skim my thighs, and I picked the two best-looking guns. I pointed the first at my head, releasing the safety before pulling the trigger without a second thought. I'll be fucking damned,
Continued: Her words make me scramble away from her. Words have never harmed me as much as hers have. How dare she forgive me? Red-hot anger burns up inside of me, bubbling in my stomach, making everything except for her disappear. How can she forgive me for killing our parents, for nearly having her killed? For faking her baby and its sudden disappearancejustto play with her emotionally. Anger radiates out of me as a swift kick to her gut. It hurts the top of my foot, but I put everything I have into harming her, and I must be successful because she stumbles back, hissing as she does. "No. How can you?" I scream at her painfully. "Because I can," she repeats herself with a steady tone as if talking to a child asking for a cookie for the tenth time despite being told no nine times. She stumbles again, pressing her whole weight into Niko, making him stumble also. He looks at me with a frown and a back-off fucking glare as Emma whimpers. My anger is gone as I concen
Continued: Suddenly, girls invade the space, barely dressed in anything but lingerie and holding trays of drinks and food for me to choose from. Gingerly, I take a beer, popping the cap before placing it back on the girl's tray. I barely register what she looks like, keeping my eyes away from her. The second comes up on my left, offering food that I decline without glancing her way. "So it's true then, you're whipped by the Rossi spare?" Ivan asks. I hadn't noticed him re-entering the room, but I'm glad for the buffer he offers between myself and the girls he obviously sent in here to test me. Clearing my throat, I nod. Sitting forward to make eye contact with him as he sits opposite me. "Yes," is all I reply, happy to have some confirmation that Emma's true identity remains hidden as we wish. "Well, now I see why you want my biggest diamonds," he grins. Sitting opposite me on the desk that's obviously his, he places a singular tray before me with six rings spaced even
Niko Our wedding is almost upon us, and as I sit here contemplating my life and its future, I've realised one thing. I want Bianca. How long that'll last or whether the need will ebb away almost as soon as she gives in and allows herself to belong to me is still up for debate, but in the now, I want her. I wish I didn't; I wish I couldn't see a future where we grow old and grey beside one another with children to dote on in the goodtimesand a shoulder to lean on in the bad, but I do. And that's precisely why I ordered a pamper day for Bianca. We will marry tomorrow. Today, I treat her like my wife-to-be despite being cognisant that she might become the enemy again in the future. That said, I still have work to do and tasks to complete. Unlike Luca, I won't get an extended time off just because I am married. So I ensure to wake early, leaving Bianca in the hands of the girls from the spa in town to tend to such work. I've accepted the late shipment of weapons, redistributed the
Continued: Her words make me scramble away from her. Words have never harmed me as much as hers have. How dare she forgive me? Red-hot anger burns up inside of me, bubbling in my stomach, making everything except for her disappear. How can she forgive me for killing our parents, for nearly having her killed? For faking her baby and its sudden disappearancejustto play with her emotionally. Anger radiates out of me as a swift kick to her gut. It hurts the top of my foot, but I put everything I have into harming her, and I must be successful because she stumbles back, hissing as she does. "No. How can you?" I scream at her painfully. "Because I can," she repeats herself with a steady tone as if talking to a child asking for a cookie for the tenth time despite being told no nine times. She stumbles again, pressing her whole weight into Niko, making him stumble also. He looks at me with a frown and a back-off fucking glare as Emma whimpers. My anger is gone as I concen
Bianca Niko was pissed at me yesterday evening. I don't know what I was thinking whilst packing away my clothes. One minute, I was looking at the skimpy garments, thinking how typical of a man he was, and the next, I was trying that one particular red piece on. I love red. Not only because it suits my skin tone but because it's the colour of my blood. Who doesn't love blood? So there I was, dressed in this lingerie that he obviously brought because he wanted me to dress up in it for him, and I stared at myself long enough to pique my ego, who absolutely fucking hates me. Dirty skank, she had called me.Should put an end to your sorry existence now and for good,she had continued. And guess where I fucking was? Yeah, in his closet with all his guns. I stood, feeling the silky babydoll skim my thighs, and I picked the two best-looking guns. I pointed the first at my head, releasing the safety before pulling the trigger without a second thought. I'll be fucking damned,
Continued: She leads me down a crossroads that usually wouldn't be a possibility, but her words from earlier come back to me and show that the vulnerable need to take charge of the situation using the word no had some meaning behind it. I want to know why she feels so profoundly regarding having control, and I fear the worst. I watched her regard me with fear-driven eyes while I debated whether I should act on impulse or really consider whether I respected her answer. Pushing her away, I decide on taking a different path, the right path; I forgo my work, exiting my office like my arse is on fire, slamming the office door to make a point of my unhappiness. Reaching inside my pocket, I take out a spliff, lighting it instantly. I had planned to go to the garden, but I noticed Luca was entering his office, so I floated that way instead. Fuck our rift, there's no one I can talk to but him. When I enter, he's leaning back into his office chair, sighing to the ceiling, his pho
Niko The drive home last night was anything but serene. Bianca was quiet, too subdued for what had taken place in the Moretta's kitchen, and my cock was raging, a good one unlike ever before. Claiming her, if that's what it's called, is something I never imagined would turn me the hell on, yet there I stood in Dimitri's kitchen kissing the hell out of her only moments before that retched bastard would walk in to witness me—claiming her. It was awfully perfect timing if you believe in fate, which I don't, but Luca does. And fates never mistreated him. I had hoped Bianca would allow me to continue whatever that kiss was, to explore one another. But she refuted me the moment I tried to lean over in the car to kissher. Her hands pushing me away, her head turning to the side, was a sure fucking message we wouldn't be continuing that little slice of heaven I tasted. What had felt like a breakthrough was anything but, and that pissed me the hell off. I shook my head at her, fuming wit
Continued: "Come on, Bee? Let me have what I want, and I promise to give it in return," he states. His voice wavers and he sways just a little. "You're high," I remark. I'm not looking for confirmation; it's as evident as the blue sky. "I'm horny," he summarises. "No," I say unsurely. No, in this life, is never met well, and now is no different. Niko stills, his whole body stiffening at that singular two-letter word that entirely stops whatever he was fishing for. It takes him time to recover, and I sit like a duck waiting for the other shoe to drop. His fingers brush my cheek, his thumb stroking my lips. My breath catches as I stare into his endless pools of deep, earthy brown eyes. "Once we marry, that word will be forbidden," he whispers. "Even then, Niko, I can say...no." "You can say it, little Bee. Doesn't mean it'll hold any weight," he smirks. "Fuck off!" I all but yell. "Shout it louder, darling. Let everyone know we're having a lovers tiff," he laughs
Bianca "Some fucking choice! Fuck, I hate you," I shout at Emma as if my words were a dagger flying through the air. I say them to harm her, intent on expelling this anger. Franko looked utterly heartbroken seeing me enter with Niko, but the ironic thing was the feelings I felt towards his upset—that was nothing but relief. At first, the prospect of having the assurance that I had a husband and my life was planned seemed attainable, but the more I got to know Franko, the more I realised he was just like his father. Dangerous. I hated that I had been promised to him and that I had a life planned out with him. I hated that we were forced to speak about our relationship, our marriage, and the children we would have. Even so, it was set, and I was accepting of it. And now? Now I have Niko. Perhaps. Maybe? What am I saying? The only route I should be concentrating on is escape. All the same, the afternoon flies through my mind. Seeing him naked, his member hanging low and to t
Continued: "Get your hands off her," Franko demands with a glare worthy of instant death. "No," I state. "Franko, please," Bianca's voice comes soft and breathy, pissing me the fuck off instantly. I fight looking at her, but I'm unsuccessful. Thankfully, she's looking to the floor, her attention very much not on him as I expected. "Ah, Franko Densel, it's lovely to see you again," Luca's thick and domineering voice comes from beside us. He and Emma joined this little altercation before it really started. "Emma, you can't allow this. There was a deal between your father and mine; Bianca belongs to me," Franko pleads, his desperation obvious and ridiculous. Turning my body away, I pretend I'm more interested in the men moving around the room, but I'm not. I want to snap the boy's neck to prevent him from ever laying eyes on Bianca again, let alone placing any part of him on her. "I'm not my father; I won't force a marriage on her," Emma replies. "You can't stop it; the