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Part B: Chap 23
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Alejandro's PovSomething squeezes at my chest as I watch the chaos I orchestrated unfold before my eyes.Mariana is being tossed around the ground, her hair pulled, her face bruised, my brother hauling insults at her.Whore, desperate, stupid—that’s all I’ve heard him yell in her face over and over and over again.“E. . .Enough,” I say, my voice barely audible.I’m hesitant, perhaps afraid to interfere, fearful that my interference might ruin everything, make things worse for Mariana.My brother doesn’t hear me. He’s too focused on hurting his wife that he’s blocked out external sounds. “That’s enough, Radimr. . .she’s had enough. . .” I repeat, this time with a higher tone.He shoots me a glare, and yet, proceeds with his torture. It’s when he raises his hand again, intending to smack her face that I find myself jumping between them.Radimr’s palm collides with my face and my head veers to the side, blood pooling out of my mouth.Slowly, I bring my head up and hold his intense glare
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Mariana's PovI slide a spoonful of greek yogurt into my mouth, a smile etched at the corners of my lips as I watch my husband yap away about his stressful day.It’s another morning, a new day, and the rendezvous of the previous night is still fresh in my memory.“You’re smiling a lot this morning, Maria, did something happen last night while I was away?” My husband asks, his tone suspicious.Of course, dearest husband, a lot happened and you’ll be exceedingly thrilled when you discover the dirty things your brother did to your wife.“Why?” I ask, biting my bottom lip, “does it pain you to see me happy, Alex?”“Don’t get mouthy with me, Mariana.”Just as he seethes the words, the sound of the underside of boots knocking against the floor gains our attention. And we all know there’s only one man in this entire estate who prefers to
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Mariana's PovA gulp forces down my throat, my eyes closing and opening with rapid movements.I'm entranced by the symmetry of his features, the harmony of his face. He's a sunrise breaking through darkness.I'm lost in the contours of his face, tracing the map of his soul. Every line, every curve whispers stories of strength and vulnerability.His features are like a masterpiece unveiled. His skin is porcelain-smooth, illuminated by the soft light.I see how his eyes compliments that beautiful face. How the darkness of those orbs compliments the softness of his features.And then his nose, a gentle slope. My eyes slowly lead me to his lips. They’re plush, curved into the perfect shape of heart, inviting. I gulp again and lead my gaze to his jawline. Sharp and chiseled, perfectly sculpted. Alejandro’s face is a face that defies mortality. Peculiar. My breath catches. I've never seen anyone like him.He's a work of art.A masterpiece.A revelation.My heart beats anew, pounding out a
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Mariana's PovI climb the stairs, tray balanced in my hand. The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafts up into my nostrils, sweet and inviting.I've added a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, his favorite. Reaching the door to my father in-law’s private office, I knock once, gentle."Are you in there, father?" I call out.“Come,” his commanding, gruff voice echo.I twist the door knob and the door creaks open. I peek my head through the small space, smiling. My father in-law looks up from the documents scattered across his lap, his fingers quickly adjusting the reading glasses perched on his nose."Ah, Mariana. Come in, child," he says, his voice warm.I enter, tray held high, and approach the couch."Thought you might need a break," I explain, setting the tray down.His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. "Your timing is impeccable." He waves a hand, inviting me to sit.I settle beside him, feeling the soft cushions envelop me. The couch creaks comfortably beneath me. "I e
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Mariana's Pov“You fucking whore!” My husband roars, the mug in his hand flying in my direction. I dodge it. He charges for me, his hand around my neck, holding me in a chokehold, his fingers digging into my skin. “What did you do to my father, huh?”He breathes exasperatedly, his skin shaking subtly.He’s about to have another episode of insanity. And I’ll make sure to drive him there as quickly as possible.“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby,” I choke out, my eyes immediately moving to meet Alejandro’s.He looks pissed, so pissed I can see the muscles of his temple feathering.“The old man was fighting for his life,” my husband’s voice gains back my attention, “he was fighting to breathe, yet he didn’t fail to call out your name as his perfect choice for club Logovo D'yavola. Why’s that? Why you? Why would he choose you of all people?”I force myself to hold back the laughter threatening to ripple out of my throat. “Why don’t you go and ask him, husband.”Radimr’s eyes f
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Alejandro’s PovResistance. That’s all I see in her eyes. She’s fighting her pleasure—a war between her flesh and her mind. And I’ll tell you for sure that the flesh will always win.My face buries deeper, my tongue swirling around her bud. Her skin tightens, but she holds back her voice.“Let go, baby. . .Let go. . .” I urge, my tongue pushing into her entrance, curling. She doesn’t budge. I push a finger into her, and another, and another, and another. I curl all three fingers and she lets out a cry.“There you go,” I praise, “there you fucking go. . .”And then I’m fucking her recklessly with my fingers and my tongue. She cries harder, her body jerking. Her sweet, melodious voice draws a moan out of me. And suddenly, it’s no longer a fight of pleasure.She’s full on fighting me.I see how much my words affect her, but I know it’s not just about the words. It’s the confirmation. She always has been curious to know if I hold a grudge against her over what transpired between our pare
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Mariana's Pov“It was you who put him in that state after all. How did you do it, Maria, huh? Was it the cookies you couldn't stop serving him? Or your special teas? How the fuck did you, right under our noses, succeed in reducing Don Vladimr Zakone Vaslav to a vegetable?”My brows twitch and a muscle feathers in my jaw. I throw my back against the backrest and heave out a sigh, my eyes locking with his.“I’m still waiting, Mariana,” Alejandro presses. He tries to sound serious, but I notice the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth and the look of awe in his eyes.He’s not angry.Good.Perhaps he is but is exceptionally good at concealing it: the logical part of my mind warns.My brows twitch. “Mind your business, Alejandro,” I mutter, my tone bored.His chuckle rumbles. “Your business is my business, amore mio,” he replies, “especially when my name was mentioned. “And that mad son of yours, his punishment will be doubled for ever putting hands on Alejandro. . .” I didn’t think a
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Mariana's Pov“My love should be enough for the both of us, Mariana.”His words shake me to the core. And what shakes me more is the emotion swirling in those orbs of his. Why won’t he get angry at me?Why won’t he scream at me? Do something that shows me how much I drive him to the point of anger?“You’re a fool,” I mutter, a hand raking through my hair. “Come get my bags, soldier!” I command. A smile coats his lips as he approaches. He picks up my bags as though they weigh nothing and then he turns around, intending to exit the room.The door creaks open and Radimr walks in, his eyes on me, tender. He flashes me a smile and I mirror his smile.Huffing out an angry breath, Alejandro storms out of the room. But he doesn’t leave—he stands by the door, his eyes peeking through the small space.He watches as his brother’s arms envelope me in a hug, he watches how I reciprocate that hug with so much enthusiasm. His eyes cloud over with rage. And then Radimr’s mouth crashes on mine, rava
