WARNING: MATURED CONTENT.Divina POV.."Ahhh! Franco, more. Harder, baby. Fvck me harder. Ohhhh!"Every time my bodyguard and I would have s*x it was nothing but the best. Pure ecstasy, long-lasting lust, and electrifying mania.Franco was a wolf in bed, in the bathroom, on the wall, and even on the floor. Any position my late husband couldn't do, he was doing it to me like a fvcking pro.He had just finished pounding me while I was pinned to the wall in the bathroom and every thrust was equal to a bomb -a rapid blast every second. I was still catching my breath as my hips writhed, my juices coating his hard thick c*ck."Hah! That was amazing, Franco!" still gasping for air, I lauded him for a job well done."Hmmm!" he nibbled my pink nipple making me moan. "We're not done yet, babe!" before I could answer, he already turned me around facing the cold tiled wall and held my hips tight.I glanced over my shoulder anticipating his next move. When he held the tip of his d*ck and positi
Amy Leah POV.."Good morning, Señorita!" an unknown man beside Alden bowed to me just after I set my slippers on the footstep of the grand stairs. He was tall, probably, the same height and physique as Desmond and with black shoulder-length hair that he ponytailed behind."Good morning!" I twitched my lips hesitant to smile. I had never seen him before therefore I had this right to be a little snob."Ah! Mrs. Bailey!" Alden butted in. "This is Dante, your other bodyguard. He's a friend of mine and President Zaborowski knows him well!" he nudged the flabbergasted guy beside him. "Introduce yourself!" Alden whispered."Why Mrs. Bailey?! Isn't supposed to be Mrs. Zaborowski?" this Dante questioned instead. I chuckled at his funny gestures. His furrowed brow almost covered his orbs."It's a long story, Dante. By the way, it's nice to meet you. And thanks in advance for guarding me!" I immediately felt comfortable being with him. He looked scary because of his brawny features but he seem
I sigh deeply my palms covering my face. I thought I was very careful. It came out that I was too naive. Who could have betrayed me? Martha was already out of the picture since Franco had hurt her in front of us and then the fact that she gave us a ring of his visit, I could say she could be trusted.Mike had no idea about my real situation as Desmond's wife. George, although he knew about it, would never tell Alexa or any staff about it."Do you have people in your mansion?" Dante was very much eager to find out. I could say he took his job seriously. Although his eyes were on the glass window like he was just enjoying the snow outside, we all could notice that was just a facade. He was observing everything."I only have Elsa, Dante. Our other servants are gone even before I came back. Divina fired the twins, Jack and Naomi, two years ago!" I missed those two. I had no idea about the reason but Elsa told me Divina was so mad at Naomi and Jack planned to kill Franco. So, my father had
Desmond POV..The moment Alden told me she was going to the resort to face Franco, the fist that was gripping my phone was clenched tight. Of all the women I had ever met Amy Leah was the most stubborn, most annoying, most stupid woman. She always put herself in a situation where one of her legs would be in the grave.I had to instruct Alexa and Geovanni to finish the job early today and cancel my meeting with one of their new clients so I could go to Playa Azul before sunset. I told Alden to stay at the company and monitor de la Frontera Group's staff.Upon seeing a familiar jeep in front of the resort, my jaw ticked. These two couldn't be stopped and my patience with them was now running thin. Once was enough, twice was too much.And this was the 3rd. time!Adam knew me well. Patience wasn't in my vocabulary and so was mercy. So, forgive me if I would explode today.I saw Iñigo rushing to my side, Dante was nowhere in sight. He could have been checking the area, that's what he was
Amy Leah POV..I remembered it so well, the last time I fell into his charm, he said I was itching to be laid. That hurt me like a truck just hit me hard. This time he was doing it again. I saw his face, his closed eyes, he was enjoying the kiss he was giving and the response he was receiving from me. I heard his groan and his tongue began chasing my tongue. I loved how it danced inside my mouth, his lips nibbling every corner of my rims, and now he was devouring them.His hands began exploring my body, tickling my every curve making me moan while our lips were still intertwined. His other hand seized the back of my head pulling me closer to him making our kiss go deeper and harder.I was still in control of my body, I knew what was going on. Even when his tongue left tiny bites on my neck going down to my collarbone. Even when sparks of wild emotions began flourishing all over me, I was aware that he was under my seductive spell. While his eyes were shut a smirk formed at the corne
Desmond POV..She's untouched!The fact that she's married to Liam Bailey for two years, they never had sex. I had been staring at her while her sight was also glued to me. I was still on top of her and we were both doing nothing except like we were in a gazing competition.Till it's me who broke the connection and got out of bed. I took a glimpse of the mattress, the spot between her thighs had a dot of blood, an indication that I invaded her.She wasn't saying anything even when she also sat up and covered her body with the duvet. Her eyes flickered, she never dared to look away. Her face showed thousands of emotions I couldn't decipher."I'm sorry, I can't do this!" I finally found my voice. I put on my clothes and was about to twist the knob ready to leave her room when she spoke."Why?!" her voice cracked. Afraid to turn around and witness her tears, I stayed put before a long gasp."I can't touch you, Amy Leah!" that's all the words I could master to voice out. "I'm sorry!" an
I went back to Playa Azul before 10, too early if my last destination was the bar. People especially men like me used to stay in pubs or clubs till dawn. The whole de la Frontera building was quiet although the lights were still on when I arrived. This time was the perfect time to speak with Dante so I took my phone from my jeans and dialed his number right away."You home?!" he asked more like confirming."Yeah! Meet me in the lounge!" I replied and sat on the couch.I leaned my back and lifted my head back to the backrest, shutting my vision for a while. Adam's questions were still in my thoughts. How did I survive and Valerie didn't? Why was I hiding the truth from Amy Leah?I took a deep sigh, I wanted to forget that dreadful night in my life but I just couldn't. It left deep scars on me. Scars that were so hard to mend, they needed more than a century to cure or maybe...an eternity!"Des!" Dante cut me from recollecting the tragic past. "You sure it's safe here?" he asked immedia
Amy Leah POV..It hurt! It hurt a lot!There was no amount of pain to compare to what I felt both physically and emotionally at that moment. To think I was even preparing for my words if he wanted to know the truth. If he would like to ask about my relationship with Liam.Why the heck was I still a virgin after two years of marriage with him?I guessed I was not really important to him. Coz if I was, at least this significant moment in his life, he would spare a couple of minutes to listen to me.However, he didn't!He said he couldn't do it and just left. What a cruel experience to have your first time! From your first love! What an irony?!"Desmond, you are heartless!" I whispered while I curled myself into a ball.It would take time for me to heal this pain. It would take time to accept my fate in this world. As I was trying to forget about that harsh moment with him, my eyes which were once again dampened with tears finally got drowsy and ready to meet darkness..The next day,
After three months! . . It's spring! Flowers were blooming everywhere in the garden. The shades of red, yellow, pink, and white color the beautiful landscape Iñigo and Elsa had created. A tribute for their loyalty and care for me and my parents. We were still at Desmond's villa. I could always go back to our mansion, but the feeling of emptiness was still there. I felt like that big house was no longer the same home where I was born and raised. It was totally a stranger to me. I was watching the morning sunshine from the balcony of our room when a gentle knock disturbed my senses. "Come in!" that could be Elsa. "Señorita, we're ready!" indeed it was her. "Yes, Elsa. I'm also ready. This is it!" I gladly told her as I hugged her tight. Elsa was like a mother to me. She saw me grow up and she was also a witness of our love with Desmond. Speaking of my man, he must be waiting for me now. "Let's go then!" Elsa uttered with a smile. As we sauntered downstairs, we saw I
A soft warm peck on my lips made me moan as I opened my eyes and saw the person carrying me. I was like a baby lying on his lap. He was just staring at me, my man, worries were cleared on those mesmerizing orbs. "Hi?" I asked, a thin smile appeared on my face. "Hi!" he answered. "You scared me to death, you know that?!" then a sweet scolding. I chuckled at his cuteness, but he furrowed his brows at my response. "I'm sorry. How long was I asleep?" I asked not cutting my stares at him. "A couple of hours. Kota already left with Martin and Gwenny is with Adam. Everything is cleaned and fixed, sweetheart. We can go home now!" Desmond answered. I slowly got up as he gently held my back. "What about Donna, Elsa, Alden, and Dante?" I asked again worried something worse happened to them, especially Donna who had blood on the right side of her head when she shot Franco to death. "They're all fine. Donna is at the ward, resting. She's with the rest. Sweetheart, let's go home. You nee
I let out my loudest scream for help when the door banged open, followed by the figure of the man I would admit scared to see. It was Franco! His face displayed the darkest night I had ever seen. His eyes were flaming red to my vision, and his sneer was devouring me little by little. If there was a real face of a monster, it was him. "Don't come any closer, Franco!" my shock was cut in by Iñigo's deep voice. I could see the face of a man prepared to die with him. "Iñigo?!" I whispered with my trembling voice. I held the hem of his shirt as he moved forward, trying to shield me from the monster. "Old man!" even Franco's voice was scary. "You think you can frighten me with that lamp you're holding?" he laughed maniacally. I just noticed now, Iñigo was gripping the lamp he grabbed from the side table. I grasped his shirt tight, wrinkling the fabric, there's no way we could survive this dawn. Till I heard a loud gunshot and saw Iñigo's shoulder bleeding. I screamed, calling his
"You've failed me, Mrs. Amy Leah Zaborowski. You need to be punished!" he gritted his teeth while he was staring deeply at me. I shivered at the tension rising around us."Des, I- I""First, we have to get out of here!""But ~ But them!""Let Dante and the rest take care of the mess you've caused!" another sharp look before he pulled me up and led me to his car parked at the entrance.I glanced over my shoulder and saw Martin's men firing guns against Divina's goons. Screams and banging of furniture everywhere.It took us only an hour to arrive at Martin's villa. The way he maniacally drove his sports car was evidence that I was in complete trouble. He slammed the door after opening it ignoring that I was still inside."Desmond, let me explain!" my voice cracked as I followed him in quick stride. He wasn't just upset, he was mad.He aggressively turned around and yelled in my face. "You planned to deceive me by fucking me! You lied to me! What the heck were you thinking, Amy Leah?""D
Amy Leah POV.Months had passed....Everything was set. My plan to enter the lion's den was final. Over the past few months that I recuperated, I also asked Desmond to help me with some self-defense and how to hold a gun. At first, he was hesitant but I finally managed to get his approval. I told him it was for my own safety. The bodyguards he hired were not enough for me."Sweetheart, are you sure about this? Don't you really need us?" my husband asked after he rolled down beside me. We just had finished our lovemaking and I took control which to his surprise and satisfaction, he had no idea I could do it. Guess those months of training and building my strength paid off."Baby, I'm just gonna talk to Divina. The spy I assigned to the mansion is 100% sure she crept there every night once in three months to visit my dad's study room. There must be something important in that room that she can't get rid of or can't bring to her wherever she's hiding!" I confidently told him."All righ
"Ams, about that case, I can't help you anymore. I've been cut off!""I told you so!" Desmond interrupted making my eyes roll."Desmond, I need to speak with Adam alone, please!" I needed to get to the bottom of this. It was almost ten years and I couldn't wait for closure and justice. Justice for my father's name and George's death."No!" my husband urged."Desmond, please!""Amy Leah, you don't need to keep your talks with him a secret, okay? Remember, my parents were also victims of that fire...and my friend, Valerie!" the word Valerie came out only a whisper as he side-glanced at Adam who secretly took a glimpse of his reaction."Our best friend, Valerie!" Adam corrected."All right, no one wants to help me get closure. Then I guess I need to continue what I had originally planned!" I was losing my patience. I felt like I was left wandering alone in the dark wilderness."What?! No, Amy Leah. You almost got yourself killed!" Desmond uttered in a loud tone."Wait! I don't follow. Wh
I drove my way to where I was raised. The nest where I spent my childhood life. Although they were only strings of stories from my ex-fiance Warren and my best friend Kota, coz I couldn't still recall most of my memories, I had these weird feelings enveloping me upon stopping in front of this huge iron gate. Emptiness, grief, bliss, rage, and love. Most were love... I shook my head and bobbed it up and down as outlines of doodled past clouded my thoughts."Mom! Dad!" I whispered in the air.My eyes were deeply shut. My temples were pounding, and my head began to hurt like hell. Flashes of memories kept raging at the back of my head. Damn! I just wanted to scream and freak out.Till...A knock on my car window cleared my messy thought. I stared at the uniformed man deeply staring at me through the tinted window. He was checking who was inside.I removed my sunglasses and slowly rolled down the screen. Beads of sweat began emerging on my forehead and my breathing was unstable. But what
"Desmond, I thought you were working at home!" I immediately got my composure and strode toward him. I took a swift stare at the woman staring sternly at me. Martin's eyes were also fixed on me. These three were like, they were skinning me alive."Supposed to be but Martin told me you want to speak with him. Aren't you going to Dakota's flat?" Desmond's tone was flat and cold but beyond that I could feel rage."Been there and she told me that!" I shifted my glance at Martin. I needed to make a new lie. "Martin is blocked in their building. Is that true?" I questioned the mafia man.He cleared his throat first and nodded. The lady in the middle was stunned that her eyes would like to pop out."You're blocked? Martin, how could that be? Did that woman order the admin to do that!""FYI, her name is Dakota, missy!" I abruptly meddled glaring at her. She just stared back at me."Señorita, you might not remember me but we're friends. Well in a short while. I'm Guinevere Basile. Gwenny for s
Amy Leah POV.."Desmond, is that you?" the clock ticked 12, it was now midnight and Desmond just got home. Where had he been?"My bad, sweetheart. It's my fault. I invited Martin to have some drinks!" he hoarsely uttered.I could see his silhouette from the mounted lamp on the wall. His legs wobbled when he walked which only meant- he was drunk!I turned on the lights and the whole wide living room lit up. My man's shirt was a mess. His hair which was always combed well was disheveled. I rushed to his side when he was about to fall on the floor. Good thing his palm pressed the edge of the table by the door."Desmond, are you all right?" my worried voice made him lift his head and he was staring at me with unfathomable eyes. "Des!"He cupped my face, his thumb gently touching my lips. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to you in the past!" he uttered softly, I could feel the pain in his heart but I couldn't understand what he was saying."Des, let's go to bed, sweetheart!" I told hi