Forbidden fruit. Alessandro 'Flames' Petrakis doesn't give a shit about love. Guns, violence, being a bodyguard is what he's good at. Love scarred him once, love took away the only woman he ever loved and he'd rather relive his time in the Marines than fall victim to it again. Then she shows up. Blonde hair, sapphire eyes, pretty as fuck. And the one woman he hates more than anything in his shitty world. He never claimed to be a prince, yet she becomes his princess. Violence is what drives him yet for her he would put down his Glock for an eternity just to be part of her world. She was the forbidden fruit. The woman he was supposed to stay away from. The woman who took away everything that mattered from him. Yet one fucking kiss from her and he would burn the whole world for her. Code name: Flames. Mission: Protect Mia Tonelli at all cost
View MoreA FEW YEARS LATER“YEAH, yeah…fuck”I moaned loving the feel of him moving in and out of me while he enjoyed the show like he always had.He let me take over at times and this was one of those times where I sat in his arms, his hands on my back as I bounced my titties off his dick.The bad thing about it is that it didn’t feel half as satisfying like when he had control over everything and he knew that.“Had enough?” he asked, I slapped his cheek.“Fine you win you can take over”He chuckled,“I thought you would never ask”Holding me in place, my head towering his and our eyes locked on each other, he slipped his dick in me again taking control over everything.Then just as fast and rough as he always was, he thrust once in me and I could feel him all the way in my womb, all the way in to my hilt hitting that spot that only he could reach.“That felt good, didn’t it?”“Don’t gloat, just make love to me like how I like it”His thrusts increased, stretching my insides, forcing my walls
FLAMES“WE ARE GOING BACK to Austin, Texas”, Bates spoke over the phone.“Miami’s not good enough for your playboy ass?”I would miss him but I also knew Miami was never the kind of forever he wanted for him or for Cannon’s kid.“My playboy ways are over Flames. It wounds me that you think I’m still the same fucker you are”“Fuck off”, I laughed and he laughed too and together we were drawn back to our days when it was just me being fucking grumpy at everything and him being the annoying little fucker that buzzed in my ear like a pesky mosquito.“There’s still room for you in B&A, YOU KNOW that”“I know but the kid’s been a lot and I think it’s time I put down my Glock and focus on what matters”“Yeah and what is that?”“Family. I might have a family of two but I love it because it’s so much than I ever had when I was a kid”It was the first time he was admitting that even if we all knew his life story. I could particularly relate to the word family because soon enough I was starting
MIAI LAUGHED.Andro twirled me around bringing me back to his arms as we danced the morning away.The song we were dancing to was something between the lines of ‘baby mama’ and ‘I’ve been pregnant FOR way too long’.“You did not tell me you could dance like that, mister”, I poked my FINGER on his bare chest and what I felt was a brick of hardened muscles.“I’m a man full of surprises”, He said cockily, hands on my waist, eyes so glued to mine I felt like a mushy mud puddle.“Do the guys know you dance?” I teased, he hit me back with a hard,“No”“It’s not a bad thing if a man dances, that doesn’t mean you are weak”“It doesn’t but the last thing I want is for my men to think I’m weak. Believe it or not, they look up to me and I’m the glue that holds them together. If they know I dance or I have a weak spot for anything, they’ll relax and that’s the last thing they should be doing”“I’m I your weak spot?”I was.I knew I was.He had assured me of that in the last few days I had almost
MIAI’D HALF THOUGHT THAT WATCHING a chick flick with a stone-faced guy was the last thing I would have to face for the day but no.Right now, I wasn’t in the room with Pindrop seated on the couch and half explaining the things about the movie that he didn’t understand. That was too good of a gift to ask from God.So instead, He brought this man and trust me hell hath no fury like a scorned Alessandro Petrakis.“Thirty-three calls, fifty messages, five bouquet of flowers and nothing. I had to rush all the way home because my heavily pregnant woman is throwing a tantrum so tell me what’s wrong right fucking now or I’ll show you just how much agony you put me through for not answering my calls”He thundered; I didn’t flinch because this was how he acted when he was mad.I was mad too; I had no right to be but I was because he—he was in Germany with my sister.Alessandro’s eyes searched mine, the bowl of fruit salad resting on top of my bump shook with my hands.I wasn’t scared of him.R
FLAMESEVERY time I landed my ass in this summit there was always the rare occasion, that one I would have to listen in on bullshit conversations about leadership or two, pretend the suit I wore to this function wasn’t choking the life out of me.And the suit was really fucking tighter than the last one I had worn last month.Seated next to the CEO of Alpha security didn’t help my cause either.Elliot Guzman listened to every goddamn word the host spoke, pausing for a second to jot down what he found important and what he needed to change in his firm.The dude was so uptight, I had hated Alpha security the minute I met its leader. And there was that rivalry between us that we both failed to acknowledge.While Guzman scribbled shit in his dandy notebook, my hands itched on my screen.The fuckers I had told to keep an eye on Mia had been MIA. AND WHEN THEY DID TEXT me right this second, they sent a picture of them enjoying pizza with…was that?The fucking guy from Mia’s apartment? The f
MIAI HAD BURNT A LOT OF BRIDGES with him by leaving him but he was here, he was asking how I felt, he was massaging my feet, he was listening, he was acting jealous even if he would have rather died than admitted that and name any woman who would have resisted that.I hadn’t had him for too long and something in my mind and heart—like a kill switch just snapped and I went in for the big prize.A shudder racked my whole body when our lips connected.Sparks might have buzzed and scintillated between us as I took more of his scent, as my fingers found his terse jaw and as uncomfortable as it was I had to move and so I moved.Onto his lap, dry humping against his crotch like a wanton.And maybe I was a wanton woman for wanting him to do dirty things to me a few feet away from the kitchen counter where I had caught Lucy and Blaze going at it like cats on heat.But that’s the thing, I didn’t care.I wanted him.I loved him.He smelled so nice, he looked nice.All muscle and brawn, all hand
FLAMES“HOW’D I DO?”Rakkon’s grin was so wide I could see it beyond the screens and it chuffed me.“Don’t gloat just bring them home”, I sighed getting off the comms.I had one man down and one family to break the news to and honestly this was the part of the job I hated. To have a family entrust me with their delinquent only for him to wind up dead.“I’ll make the call”, Blaze appeared behind me, understanding wedged between his usual cold stale aura.And if the lady’s perfume he had on was any indication, I might have got the hint he was fucking someone in the parking lot before he showed his ass here.I didn’t have time to think about that. Hey whatever kept him happy was fine by me.“I’ll check on Mia”Holy gave me a curt nod of understanding, Blaze stood beside me with that hard and blunt face he wore like a mask.“Word of caution though, your sister’s here”I turned to him with a gutted look.Lucy. Here? Fuck. I thought she was home for the summer after months of attending show
MIA“SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING”He’d freaked out the minute we stepped into the parking lot and even when we got inside his car the situation hadn’t changed.“I don’t- “The ringing of his phone from the dashboard cut him short and he picked it up faster than I had ever seen him. To avoid the conversation and mostly to avoid the news.I was the one who should have been shocked anyway.I was the woman who was going to push three of his babies out of me and that…would hurt like a fucking bitch.“Situation? What do you mean one of them got fucking shot? They are bloody rookies they should have had someone looking after them. Ooh, right.I’m not going to grovel at the kid, Holy. He made a mistake, granted I shouldn’t have fired him but he needed a time out to cool off. Yeah, call him in, loop him in on the situation and get him on the field. Well, he’s re-hired damn it!”And when he had thrown his phone somewhere in the back seat like soggy spaghetti he didn’t like, I was still there locked
FLAMESTHE TEAL COTTON AND LACE CHEMISE STOPPING MIDTHIGH ON HER didn’t make her look less pregnant but she did look fucking gorgeous and it took every fiber in me not to give in to the feral urges.And my favorite thing in the world I had discovered was placing my hand on Mia’s tummy, protecting the kid in there and sort of assuring him his daddy got this.Mia’s face snored in front of mine, I pulled the covers even higher to cover her sleeping body.“I would have dropped anything for you, Mia. Anything you would have asked me of, I would have given you but you left as if we were nothing, I was nothing and damn it I want to hurt you too but how can I when you are giving me the most precious gift a man like me doesn’t deserve”A child.A bouncy baby girl.The thought brought a smile to my face and I grinned in the dark.The clock to Mia’s right on my nightstand read 0300 hrs. I hadn’t slept a fucking wink and I would have gladly put the blame on little miss snores next to me but someh
FLAMESELEVEN YEARS AGOThe wind howled from both sides accompanied by the gushing torrent that hit us without mercy.I held onto the hope that two years of working in Sam’s docks had toughened me to be a good enough sailor. The rope sinking in my palms, I tugged on it trying my best to hold the mast up. The waves hit our little dinghy harder and harder till I was the one heaving a silent Mary that we somehow made it out alive.“Come on! Work with me! Fucking work with me!” I hollered wiping the dark hair that had stuck to my face faster than barnacles on a shipwrecked boat.We’d barely moved past the tide and if there was one thing Michael Tonelli was good at, was catching strays. Especially strays that tried eloping with his daughter.“We are stuck, aren’t we?”I jerked my gaze to the girl cocooned at the farthest end of the boat. She was right and I hated it.We were stuck.We were in the middle of a storm. Sitting ducks was what we were. Her father without a doubt had already sent...
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