MARUSKA I watched her as she took tentative steps towards the balcony. She stopped by the wrought iron banister and looked down below, at the gardens I'd spent a fortune to build. It was in memory of my mother, who while alive, had loved to garden. During her last days on earth, she sat by this garden, watching the florist make this garden into what she wanted. An array of colorful flowers, in a spectrum of colors. The white garden. It was what she called it and it amused me that she had gotten the name from the spectrum of light. It held every color and all she has done was create a representation of refracted light. "It's so beautiful," Maeve muttered under her breath, wrapping her fingers around the railing. She looked around in deep interest and slowly took a seat by the swingy cane chair. "Whoever did this must have had a severe case of OCD. You?" I chuckled and shook my head. "Not me." "Who then?" My phone beeped before I could give her a reply and
MAEVE I still hadn't figured out how to call Anya. It was a risky thing to do and I didn't want to endanger her or pull her into this mess I had put myself in. I couldn't even text her on social media. I was smart enough to know that I could be tracked both online and offline. Maruska left without even thinking twice and although I was relieved, I didn't like his absence. The mansion was quiet. I could hear a pin drop, and not even the chirping birds or the critter of creeping animals calmed my raging nerves. I didn't want to go crazy from having to be locked up here. I was used to the noise and the sooty air of the city that this place felt like I was in another dimension. I got bored of staring at the garden and the idea of being seen by the gardener who resumed work as the sun set didn't appeal to me. Right now, whatever anyone said to me mattered a lot. So I left the balcony and went into the room, closing my eyes when I came face to face with the
MAEVE My body stiffened as his body brushed against mine in a soft, teasing manner, like I was being baited into his arms. He pulled out a Chippendale chair and I slipped in and took my seat before he pushed it in and walked over to the head of the table. His long legs stretched out as he slipped into his seat. The moment his right leg brushed mine, I flinched, like I had been scorched by the heat of his proximity. He chuckled. "Scared I'll bite?" "There's no certainty with you," I shrugged, trying to sound confident. I was far from it. With my body exposed to him like I was offering myself like a living sacrifice, he could do whatever he liked with my body... And it wasn't like I was complaining... I sighed and glanced at his wristwatch. The tiny diamond stones embedded in the golden encasement glittered and hit my skin, breaking into different colors. The lights in the room became suddenly dim and I looked at the lights and then back at Maruska wh
MAEVE I swirled the drink in my hand, nervous to the core. I couldn't tell exactly what he had in mind for me, but I was curious. The lamp in the room came on and I saw him in his shirtless glory. Did he take his shirt off in the dark, when I wasn't looking? My eyes roved down his body. His muscles bulged in the right places and leaned out in the right places. My eyes traveled down his chest, down to the v of his waistline that disappeared down his pants. I immediately gulped down the contents of the glass, wincing as the alcohol traveled down my throat. "Ale?!" Maruska paid no attention to my plight as he made his way over to me. Placing his hand on my waist, he pulled me against his chest and my palms flattened against his shirtless body, shivering as they moved underneath. Without even thinking, I traced the crevices of his skin, taking in his perfectly sculpted muscles. His body looked like it had been carved on the mountain of Olympus by
MARUSKA My mood was ruined by that one call, and there was only one way to make me feel better. To get a release of some sort. Sex. There was no other recreational activity that made me feel better than sex. Killing was a sport for me. Hell, boxing and playing sports as unstimulating as golf did none of that for me. And Maeve's presence alone seemed to heighten my urge for sex. I sat in the dark and waited, reining in the anger that seemed to build up like molten magma, threatening to spill to the surface of my belly. As soon as she walked into the room, the scent of her perfume filled the air. Lavender and spice, a hint of seduction. I had the image of her dress in my head and by God, the sight of her at the dining table sparked something in me. I wanted her, more than I could even comprehend. Maybe it was the horniness. Maybe it would go away as soon as I had a release. And knowing I wanted to tease her and see if I could get satisfact
MAEVE I lay in a puddle of my own sweat and sex, watching as Maruska slipped back his pants and turned to look at me. "Get dressed and go back to your room," He spoke, his voice, cold and distant. "Someone is waiting by the door." My mouth gaped open in surprise and I stared at him, then looked down at my own body. I was a mess- it was something I would have called a beautiful mess if he has the least respect for me, if he had actually cleaned me up after this. But he left me on the floor, making sure to wipe himself clean like he was getting rid of anything that tied me to him. I blinked back the tear that threatened to slip down my cheek, pushed to my feet, and wiped a hand over my dress before properly zipping it up. His deep pounds left me sore and unable to walk, and what I had enjoyed moments ago, now felt like a distant painful memory. I hated him. I fucking did. He had just treated me like a cheap whore, like one of the strippers at th
MAEVE A party? What a way to start a nasty rumor scandal, that would turn out to be extremely true. That was the last thing I wanted. To be a topic of discussion. I didn't want to be seen as an escort or a mistress who couldn't bag a man but would rather stick to other women's men. It wasn't the life I envisioned for myself. It wasn't what I wanted. But what could I do? Say no to Maruska? No didn't seem to be in his vocabulary, especially when it came to something he actually wanted. And with me, I wasn't sure I had an option to actually do whatever I wanted. Irina arrived as dusk set upon the earth with a smile on her face and a few shopping bags which she placed on the bed. "New dinner dresses from Mr. Romanovich," She smiled rather widely. "Uhm, is there something I should be excited about?" She immediately schooled her features and shook her head. "Not at all, miss." "Are you sure?" I asked, sounding suspicious. She shrugged. "It
MARUSKA I glanced at my wristwatch from time to time as I spoke with my business associates and Oligarchs from around the county. Tonight was a masquerade party and everyone had a mask on their faces. Almost everyone recognized the faces of people they knew so it wasn't that hard for us to mingle with people we knew. And I, stood in the midst of powerful men, tuning their voices in and out, whenever I wanted to listen or check the time for Maeve's arrival. I appeared here first to make sure Marina wouldn't be attending the party. I should have asked her, but I didn't. We didn't really talk to each other or tell each other what was going on in their lives. And most of the parties we ever attended, we were always doing it separately and bumping into each other. I didn't want that to happen with Maeve here. Well, I heard from a certain birdie, that she wasn't going to be in attendance as she had to be at a fundraiser her family was hosting. A fundraiser f
MAEVE His entrance was slow at first. He held onto my head and began to thrust in and out of me like he had control over every part of me. "Yes, yes," He moaned. "I love how perfect your lips look around my cock. So so fucking perfect. I love fucking your pussy. Do you know how good you feel?" "We already did this, Maruska," I sighed, looking up at him. He nodded. "Just for a little bit. The first time was magical. Where did you learn how to do this?" I could barely respond. He kept going and pulled out suddenly before bringing me to my knees. This time, I had the advantage to bob my head forward and backward but he didn't let me finish. He lifted me off the floor with ease and tossed me into the bed before pulling me towards him. His entrance was unexpected and fast. The mix of his length stretching me plus the hint of mint and ice on my skin made it a slightly painful combination which I somehow liked. He took off the gag and grabbed me by the chin, pul
MAEVE "What are you doing, Maruska?" I asked as I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw the BDSM tools he had come along with. "Maruska," I whispered. "I've never done this." "There's always a first time." He replied and pulled me towards him. Picking the nipple clamp, he loosened it and began sucking my nipples till they were hard. He clamped it around my nipple and I cried out, nearly grabbing after him. But he stepped back and turned me behind to face him again. "I won't show you any mercy, Maeve. Don't think I'd stop either." I'd never imagined being tied up and restricted in this manner. Though my friends had talked about enjoying BDSM, it was new to me. It was new, exciting, and scary at the same time. Although I wasn't worried about my baby bump because Maruska was being extra careful with handling me. I had no idea how he was able to rough handle me softly but I enjoyed it. I fucking did. Maruska had tied me up, and he seemed to enjoy torturing m
Maruska Today had been a plethora of activities I didn't even want to think about. We were drawing close to getting Marina apprehended and even if Venovic hadn't given a response to the email I sent to him, I had high hopes that he was going to give a response soon enough. All I needed was patience. And yesterday, when I had gotten the strangest reply ever, I didn't know at first that it was from Venovic. He had sent a spy and made sure the spy was caught and when it dawned on me later that this was him saying yes to the deal, I was more than happy. Fucking happy. And also wary as Venovic had proven yet again how fucking smart he could be. Like c'mon, he'd send a spy who put himself in the position to be caught. I had to give him his fucking flowers. And after that had been dealt with, I felt like myself again. The tension subsided and I found myself stable enough to need Maeve. I'd been an asshole to her. I remembered the look of excitement on her face whe
MAEVE I was successful in slipping into my room without getting caught. Once I shut the door behind me, I leaned against it, wondering what I had just witnessed. Maruska was putting his hands on someone. I mean, it was quite obvious but for what reason? I could go on pretending not to be aware of what the hell was happening but right now, I wasn't sure I could do that. In fact, I wasn't sure I could do that anymore. I wanted to know what was happening because I'd been kept in the dark for too long and it wasn't fair in any fucking way. A knock on the door had me jolting out of my thoughts and making my way towards the door. I stood there and took a few deep breaths, knowing fully well that this was Maruska knocking on the door. I wondered what punishment he had for me, in case he had seen me. My fingers curled around the door knob and I pulled it open. "You're not asleep," He said and took a step into the room. I backed away from him, standing to
MAEVE Last night had been a mix of amusing and absolutely annoying because why the hell had he been a bit nice before he bit me with his words? He'd been acting strange since he returned last night and thankfully, I didn't think too much of it. I decided to believe he was having a really bad day. I was glad that he hadn't followed me to bed so I just watched a movie till I fell asleep. I woke up to my face on the screen of my phone and sunlight was pouring into my room. Squinting, I shielded my face and turned to the other side, yawning as I slipped out of my bed. I walked to the window with the intent of pulling the drapes close. I hated too much light. Alesya must have pulled the drapes open while I was out. But when I got to the window, I was stopped when I saw a familiar body moving through the pool. I squinted towards the pool, eyes widening when the swimmer stepped out of the pool. Maruska. It was illegal for anyone to look that hot and I wond
Maruska I felt her before I saw her and the urge to smell her rushed through me. I couldn't control myself. Immediately I saw her wearing that dress and looking sumptuous, all I wanted to do was touch her, inhale her heady scent. These past few days of running around and fishing for information from nearly every source ad been really shitty. Nothing seemed to please me right now and I was neck deep into work. And while I did these, I realized that somehow, I was starting to slowly obsess over her and it was scary. Fucking scary. I had immersed myself in work, hoping I would forget about her in a day or so. But it was impossible. At every waking moment, all I thought about was her; the smile, the twinkle in her eyes, and my child. I found myself wanting to know everything about her past. I thought the ones I knew were enough but it was only a scratch on the surface of the life she had experienced and I wanted to know more. I really wanted to. I was the least
MAEVE Well, today ended on a good note. Yuri drove us to the Italian restaurant and booked us a table. He had offered me just a seat, asking me to order whatever I wanted so he could leave the card with the cashier and wait in the car. It felt odd, to be honest. One, I didn't want to be alone in this exotic restaurant and two, it made no sense that he would stand outside and wait for me. Maruska wasn't here for him to do that and I wanted to have a conversation with someone. I knew Yuri wasn't the type that talked or regarded me more than Maruska's mistress, but still, I believed I could break through his ice. Well, I disagreed. I couldn't sit here alone. Not when it had a lot of people. Now that I thought about it properly, I had a little dose of social anxiety. Why couldn't I just sit without tapping my feet on the floors or playing with my fingers? I decided that I couldn't sit alone so I pushed back my seat and walked over to where Yuri stood before the coun
MARUSKA Yuri left minutes ago to be with Maeve. He was the only one whom I was sure she felt comfortable around and if I didn't want her having any suspicions, Yuri had to be there. I loved having him at meetings like these because he always had something insightful to chip in, but I could do without him for just one day, Thankfully, all members had arrived, including Cedric who was our secret informant. As soon as I walked in, they all rose to their feet and bowed in respect. Cedric left his seat and came to shake hands with me. Although I wasn't interested in the boastful display of familiarity, I still shook hands with him. There was no need for anything else as I was more interested in getting this meeting over with. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and quickly sent a text to Maeve, who I was sure would be worried about my whereabouts, not because she cared but because she was scared. She didn't reply to the text I sent to her. I didn't bother checking i
MARUSKA Things were finally coming together. Although I wasn't sure what it was going to be for Maeve and me, I was sure as hell that I wanted to bring Marina down. And I'd been threading carefully as I knew how dangerous it could be when it came to her. She was the daughter of a top politician in the country and messing with her was the last thing I wanted to do. So I was going to operate in the shadows. Yuri had sent spies after the stripper Marina employed. That night, she had successfully seduced three of my men. And it was three because she couldn't seem to get them to succumb to her temptation. Well, Omar fell for her whims but it was only because he knew what she was after. Maeve stirred beside me and I looked at her, a small smile spreading on my face. I hated that I had to move her around but it looked like she was having fun and she seemed rather relaxed. My eyes darted to her belly. It was starting to push out. A small pouch that had my-our chil