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Mariana's PovI’m not as good, angelic, naive as I make myself out to be.For whatever I do, there’s always a hidden goal behind it all. To kill, to observe, to know, to win—Whatever facade I put on, whenever I wear a different mask, there’s always a reason.Why am I saying this?It goes to say that I am not a weak girl, or a girl who falls in love with a man simply because he has pretty eyes, a dark aura, and can bring her to a climax. I am not that type of woman. I do not love Alejandro Raes Vastlav.Yes, my pussy pounds erratically whenever he’s near, but that’s all there is to this. Physical.Perhaps the case is different for him. I don’t care.He’s my key, the light at the end of the tunnel, the one who I plan to use as my human shield when things eventually blow out of proportion. Therefore, no woman is allowed to sway his mind.I need him to focus on me, only me. He’ll look only at me, breathe for me, think of me. And to achieve that, I need to make sure no woman gets too close
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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 Pov“I’m so fucking hard, Maria,” he whispers, “aren’t you going to get on your knees and do something about it?”My brows furrow in protest. And as my lips part for a response, he beats me to it. “Maria?”“Yes?” I answer.“Kneel.”I stand tall, defiance burning within me. Alejandro's command hangs in the air, heavy with expectation. My instincts scream rebellion.Refuse.Resist.Run.But his eyes—His eyes freeze my resolve, fury and seriousness swirling in their depths, like a storm of dark clouds brewing.He pins me with his eyes, his stare unyielding, uncompromising.My legs tremble, my heart faltering. I try to summon courage, but his gaze strips me bare, exposing my doubts, my fears, my vulnerabilities."You're going to pay for this, whatever game you’re playing. I’m not a fool, and I’m not oblivious to what you are. I’m letting you use me because as much as I hate to admit it, we share the same goals.”—his words are continuously ringing in my ears.He’s letting me use
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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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Mariana's PovHe’s not pathetic.No, he’s not. He’s hot, so fucking hot.With his eyes feasting on my body, on my calves, a growl rumbling low in his throat, and his hands kneading my ass, I tremble.“Pathetic?” He asks, a smirk dancing around his perfect lips.“Yes, you are,” I hush, my eyes clouding over with lust.A chuckle, low in his throat, rumbles.His hand molds itself to my breast, his eyes darkening. “Oh,” he breathes a hush, “your skin is soft. I almost forgot how soft you feel.”“Don’t,” I warn.“Why not?” He asks, “does it make you hate yourself how you were crawling on your knees for this pathetic gentleman? How you let him bend you over, spit on you, degrade you while fucking you right in front of his girlfriend whom you murdered out of jealousy?” His chest rumbles with a laugh, “now who’s the pathetic one, dear sister-in-law.”My nose flares. I move to create a distance between us, his hand slaps the back of my head, fingers curling into my hair.He leans in, kissing m
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Alejandro's PovOne month later.The feeling is exhilarating. The feeling of getting entangled with powerful women—with a powerful woman. The feeling of falling for a woman who can put her foot down, a manipulative woman.And for me, that woman is my beautiful sister in-law.A little backstory here: I was birthed by a weak woman. My mother was so weak it disgusted me every time I saw her tears and every time she was on her knees in front of the fucker who poses as my father.And it was at that point in my life that I realized I could never be with a weak woman.If my mother was stubborn, she’d still be alive.If she was deadly, she’d still be here with me.If she knew how to manipulate situations, then maybe she’ll still be here today.Now, that brings me to my woman, my Mariana.She uses me, comes to me when she pleases and discards me right after, gets on my last nerve, and fucks me over so much all I want to do is hate her. Yet, I find myself falling for her every single day that p
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Mariana’s PovDay three on the Island.I know, I skipped day two. But honestly, nothing much was done. Day one was packed with so many intense activities that I could barely use my limbs by the second day. So, I laid in bed all day with Alejandro. We did nothing but lie in silence and listen to each other’s breaths for hours on end.That was enough.And that brings us to the third day, today. I really can’t say for sure what I did during the day, but it’s already thick into the night, and we’re outside—Alejandro, his men, and myself.A bonfire party.The bonfire snaps and crackles, sending sparks into the night sky. Around it, Alejandro’s men sit on makeshift seats, laughing and drinking as if the weight of their lives isn’t hanging over them. The flames cast long shadows across their faces, softening some, sharpening others. I sit off to the side, my arms wrapped around my knees, watching but not really seeing. The heat from the fire reaches me, but it doesn’t chase away the chill
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Mariana’s Pov“Why did you bring me here?”My voice is accusing as I ask the question, my eyes tight, void of emotions. Alejandro’s Adam's apple bobs, an indication that a thick lump just slid down his throat.Then he smiles. He doesn’t know it, but the smile seems forced. “I’ve told you a million times, Mariana,” he says, his tone firm, robotic, “I want us to live freely for at least one week.”And that’s how I know he’s lying.Alejandro might be dangerous, but he has a casual persona. The type of man to wear a matching set of sweat shirt and pants in a room full of formally dressed men. The type of man to pull a trigger with a smile on his face. But his sudden seriousness when I ask my question is enough to sell him out. He’s suddenly defensive, and when one becomes defensive, something is amiss.“Cut the crap,” I murmur, my voice inaudible.“What was that?” Alejandro’s voice is low, sharp. It cuts through the air like a blade. His eyes are on mine, waiting, daring me to answer.I
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Alejandro’s PovEating is done, and the basket is discarded to the side, leaving enough space for Mariana and I to share in each other’s warmth.We’re lying beside each other, finger interlocked, our gazes faced towards the sky. We revel in the silence, feel the depth of our connection without actually speaking.And it surprises me how Mariana is so receptive to this newness, to this softness.The intensity of her beauty, the authority in her words, and even her gracefulness will have anyone who doesn’t truly know her believing that she’s such a tough woman who has no emotions.Lies.She’s just as soft hearted, and she craves gentility.The night is still, the sound of the waves the only thing breaking the quiet. I’m staring up at the sky again, but I can’t help it—my mind keeps drifting back to her.What does she feel about me? What does she feel now that we have our finger locked, and our eyes faced towards the same direction?I roll onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow so I
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Alejandro’s PovDay one on the Island.I jerk awake to heat, my muscles straining. Mariana’s body is perfectly molded into mine, her mass of dark, silky hair falling over my chest.A feeling of satisfaction fills my heart and I kiss the back of her head.She groans, and shifts back, wanting to disappear into me. But she wakes something else. Her ass locks around my growing bulge and a strained grunt escapes in my throat.“Shit, baby,” my voice comes out gruff, “you need to move a little.”I go to gently push her legs when she suddenly arches her back into me, causing my hand to land between her thighs. She moans.Fuck me.I move my hand, my fingertips grazing the skin of her inner thigh. She stirs, a small cry eliciting in her throat. I can’t tell if she’s fully awake, but her breathing is too uneven for someone who is still asleep. My hand squeezes her thigh, waiting for her to stop me. She doesn’t. I take that as a sign to continue. The hand buried between her thighs travels furth
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Mariana’s PovWe’ve had quite the journey, moving from flying, to riding in the back of a truck, and now, we’re boarding a boat.I have no complaints.This somewhat reminds me of my days of active duty, the days when I was going on dangerous missions. The feeling is exhilarating.“You can’t keep ignoring me, my lady,” Alejandro’s whiny voice resounds beside me. And it warms my heart. Still, I sidestep him and make my way into the boat.I sit in the plush leather seat, feeling the warmth of the sun-kissed leather envelop me. The boat's engines roar to life, and we set out, gliding across the turquoise waters, leaving the world behind.I inhale and exhale a breath, calming my heart.My hair whips back, the strands dancing in the ocean breeze. I laugh, feeling carefree, alive. The wind carries the sweet scent of saltwater and the faint hint of Alejandro's cologne. I throw my head back and breathe a relieved sigh. The blue of the ocean catches my eyes. The shininess of it, the glow cast
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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?” I ask, unsure, “the soldier who stole from the family?”“Bingo,” he smiles broadly, “we’re going to have a blast, baby.”I lean back into my seat and allow my brain fall into silence and calmness for a moment. Just a few minutes. And then laughter erupts in my throat.My chest quakes with the frequency of my laugh, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes.“You’re a fucking genius aren’t you?” I ask, cackling, “all that calmness you exude, all that patience and endurance. . .you had it all figured out.”Alejandro’s eyes are on me, observing, careful. The movement of his arm is slow, deliberate as he puts his gun down.“You’re not mad at me?” He asks.I tip my head to the side, my teeth diving my bottom lip, nibbling sensually. Alejandro throws his hips in the air, a small grunt resounding low in his throat.“Is there a reason to be angry?” I ask and wait.He hesitates for a moment before tucking his gun away. And that’s when I strike. He doesn’t see me com
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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
