KennaSate, I lay in Dante’s strong arms, my head in the crook enjoying the envelopment of his arm around me. I run my fingers up and down his chest and abdomen loving each ripple of his firm, solid abs. “Are you hungry?” I ask him because my stomach is growling like a bear.“I am, let me go and fix us something. First, I want to get a warm cloth for you.”“You don’t have to do that.”“I want to.” He releases me from his embrace, I feel the emptiness of him not by my side instantly. Yet, I am not going to lie, a naked Dante standing by the bed heading towards the bathroom is not a sight to missed. His ass is high and tight, it looks good enough to take a bite out of. That man must be a serial gym nut, honestly his thighs are so broad and strong. I’m telling you NHL players would fight to have a body like Dante’s. I hear him running the tap in the en-suite bathroom and then brings it into me. He sits on the bed beside me and gently eases my legs apart and places the towel on my core
Kenna "Please go to the hospital and provide blood ASAP." The person who sent the message is my husband and we have been married for three years. It has been a marriage of convenience more than anything. It hurts because I love him. Still, despite him not loving me back and going out of his way to ignore me. My husband, Xander Staniopolis, a CEO and billionaire who owns luxurious hotels and villas in America and Europe, with dark hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, needs someone who has a rare type of blood. Mine is the fit, AB negative. It’s for his precious friend, Violet. I am sick of Violet and having to always donate my blood to her. She is so needy, sometimes I think she is trying to drain the life out of me. But for Xander and his wealth I will do pretty much anything. But we have a deal, Xander and I. He gives me the wealth I want and in return I donate blood. It’s not what I imagined growing up, I wanted a husband who loved me back. My stomach flips just thinking about donating
KennaDevastation fills my body, I can feel it running through me. I clutch my heart which feels as if it has dropped to the floor. I put my phone away trying to suppress the pain in my heart and the burning sensation in my body and force myself to go to the door. I will myself not to cry over this. I’ll make this one time and then I have some strong decisions to make. I hail a cab and request the driver take me straight to the coffee shop which is located close to the hospital to wait for Xander. I come here often, it is dimly lit offering an ambience that ordinarily I would find soothing. But not today as the torment engulfs me. Xander has tried to call me twice, I ignore his calls as the barista brings me over my pumpkin latte. Thankfully, he stopped calling. I watch as other couples sit closely together, wishing it was Xander and I. The lump in my throat is killing me, but I try to suppress it. Finally, an hour later Xander appears, he comes in as if he owns the place. To be ho
KennaShe stares at me as if she wants to drive a stake through my heart. Yeah, she knows I’ve caught her. This woman has never liked me, the moment I married and came into Xander’s life, Violet has made it perfectly clear by ignoring me and only pretending to be nice to me when Xander was around. Which of course was never very often. From behind me, I hear Xander’s harsh voice, it’s almost a snarl. I turn around and see his eyes darkening, the expression he wears is grim. I shudder, he looks like the Devil himself. His eyes piercing through me. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, I say nothing rooted to the spot. “Kenna!” His voice is as cold as ice, it makes me shudder from my head to my toes. Is he afraid maybe of what I might actually do to his precious Violet? If only I would do something to hurt her, then at least my marriage may have stood a chance. Violet’s eyes widen, I can see the fake panic all over her face. God, how I want to slap her right now. Instead I clench my
Xander A divorce? Is she seriously asking me for a divorce. What has gotten into her? I’m confused with myself, totally and utterly confused. Clearly I don’t care about Kenna, not at all. It’s always only been about her blood to save and help Violet. So, why does it bother me so much when she asked for a divorce? It’s not like I have feelings for Kenna. Or is it? No way, I dismiss the thought from my mind. Right now I have more important things to think about, like saving Violet’s life. I rake my hands through my dark hair, something weird is going on with my gut just thinking about her asking for the divorce, it’s gnarling. Damn, it actually feels like I am in physical pain. I sensed that there was something different about Kenna. I wasn’t able to put my finger on it. It was like things were spinning out of control. You know when you’ve been in a car accident, life just seems to spiral around you. After three years of marriage, I thought I knew her very well. Before we got marri
KennaI wake up and feel slightly disoriented, the walls are different, they are a pale peach instead of a dark green, where am I? Then it registers I was brought back home to my mother and stepfather’s house. I groan, it’s really the last place I want to be. I don’t want to have to deal with my mother’s speech that no doubt I will hear. My mother is always full of opinions, it sometimes seems to me that I cannot do right in her eyes. For a start she never wanted me to marry Xander. Sure, Xander Staniopolis has an empire of hotels across America, Europe and looking to expand into Asia. All luxury hotels that celebrities go to and also it is known that mafia people go there too. Probably why my mother was not best pleased when I announced I would be marrying him. Maybe my mother already knew that Xander had an agenda, she never took to him. In fact, it was my mother who said he couldn’t be trusted. Not that Xander has ever done anything for me to mistrust him. He’s never had affairs,
KennaDante is back in my life, it feels like it has been longer than the three years ordeal I have just been through. More like a lifetime. God, I’ve missed him. We were always so close during our university years, he was always my best friend and had my back. It feels surreal that he was the one to come and get me last night. After all these years, he is still there to have my back. He’s filled out to be a handsome man with his broad shoulders and I can see the tatts running up his arms to the sleeve of his T-shirt. When did he get those? They look good on him. His sandy-blonde hair hangs into his eyes and he’s giving me a weird look, like I can’t describe it. But it makes my stomach flutter. Stop, I tell myself. You are being ridiculous, you’ve just got divorced. “I'm glad you're home, Kenna. Your happiness is the most important thing to me,” the softness and tenderness in his voice makes my throat catch. How could I have stayed away from his friendship for all the years I was ma
KennaAt this banquet full of celebrities, I am getting a little tired of constantly introducing myself and talking to different people. At least Dante stands close to me. He has remained by my side and placed a hand at the small of my back sensing my mood. It feels comforting, maybe too comforting. I mean he’s my best friend and perhaps I shouldn’t like it quite as much as I do. “I just need to go and hide away for a few moment, Dante. This is too much for me.” He nods at me and removes his warm hand from the small of my back. I find a pillar to hide behind where a tall wine cart stands. Sensing eyes on me I glance up and across the room. Sure enough, Xander is giving me looks. It’s making me feel uncomfortable. I try to look away but his gaze holds mine. Something stirs inside me, quickly I look away. He has hurt me enough already. A woman’s voice comes from behind me, it gives me a shock and causes me to jump, almost spilling my champagne over my beautiful gown. "Did you come to
KennaSate, I lay in Dante’s strong arms, my head in the crook enjoying the envelopment of his arm around me. I run my fingers up and down his chest and abdomen loving each ripple of his firm, solid abs. “Are you hungry?” I ask him because my stomach is growling like a bear.“I am, let me go and fix us something. First, I want to get a warm cloth for you.”“You don’t have to do that.”“I want to.” He releases me from his embrace, I feel the emptiness of him not by my side instantly. Yet, I am not going to lie, a naked Dante standing by the bed heading towards the bathroom is not a sight to missed. His ass is high and tight, it looks good enough to take a bite out of. That man must be a serial gym nut, honestly his thighs are so broad and strong. I’m telling you NHL players would fight to have a body like Dante’s. I hear him running the tap in the en-suite bathroom and then brings it into me. He sits on the bed beside me and gently eases my legs apart and places the towel on my core
DanteMan, the way Kenna tastes is like honey, so sweet and delicious. I swear to God, I could eat her out all day every day. She is my new fantasy, my new eternity. There is nobody I wouldn’t kill for my beautiful sweetheart lying beneath me, her breathing irregular as she tries to bring her heart rate down.My erection is so hard it aches and throbs. I definitely have a case of blue balls going on. But I want to savor her. I do not want to rush fucking, Kenna. We only have a couple of days before she joins Xander back on the tour and I have, of course, my own business to attend to. She hooks her legs around my waist and pulls me into her.“Someone is a greedy girl, aren’t they?” I kiss her neck and bite it. She wriggles beneath me. I can feel the warmth of her cunt and wetness against my stomach. It feels so damn good. It hits me like a tidal wave that the woman I thought was my stepsister, the girl I fancied when we were young is beneath me.Kenna Bodega wants me!Kenna Bodega ha
KennaHe comes closer, my entire body is zinging with anticipation as he kneels on the floor before me and begins to kiss the inside of my thighs. Shivers zoom straight through me making my core tighten and sending butterflies swarming in my stomach. His tongue expertly trails up to my core and he smells me. “You smell so fucking good, sweetheart, I swear your cunt is my favorite smell.” God, the words he uses, the way he talks all gruff and growly, is so damn hot. I swear I could orgasm for him right now. My clit aches and throbs for his touch and for my own explosion. Then I feel his warm tongue lick my slit, my hips jerk involuntarily with a life of their own as I buck. I hiss as he delves one finger inside me, moving it slowly in and out. Then he takes his other finger and eases it in a bit at a time waiting for my wet pussy to accommodate the addition. His thumb massages my needy clit as his tongue licks me up and down and probes where his fingers are.“You are so damn wet, Ken
DanteGod, Kenna looks so beautiful. Her long, dark hair hangs down her back, her tight trousers showcase her long and toned legs. I cannot wait to have them wrapped around my neck and tasting her pussy. My dick is already twinging in my trousers, it is a good job they are linen and loose so she cannot see the massive erection I am sporting. Thank goodness for boxers too that can hold my raging hard-on in. “Wow,” she lets out a low whistle. “This is sumptuous.” I watch as she twirls around inside the gigantic space of a double suite bedroom. The French inspired balcony doors are wide open, leading out to the wrap around balcony overlooking the plush gardens with all its blooms and exotic trees. Just beyond is the magnificent North Atlantic ocean, a glorious blue-green with the sea beating down on it. I go towards her and wrap my arms around her waists and nuzzle my head into neck and give her fluttering kisses. She groans and wraps a hand round the back of my head. “That feels so g
KennaThe heat hits me the moment I walk down the steps of the jet. My attendant waits at the bottom and gives me a smile, “have a wonderful break, Miss Bodega.”“Thank you. See you in a couple of days.”A driver waits for me in a black Ranger, he comes to take my couple of bags and lifts them as if they weigh nothing. He’s big and burly with dark hair that if it wasn’t tied in a man bun, would easily sit to his bearded jaw. “Good afternoon, Miss Bodega. I’m Rake your detail. If you need anything during your stay please be sure to let me know. I will be close to you at all times.” “Thanks, Rake. Good to know. “ Which of course it is. Since the kidnapping I have been on edge that something might happen again. Where Xander and Dante are with finding out who did this to me and who put the man up to me, is still to be known.Rake helps me into the back of the vehicle. I pull out my mobile and message Dante.Just landed will see you in thirty minutes.Fantastic, I cannot wait to feel you
DanteI know my father is back from Europe today. My father. Ha! He isn’t though is he? For all my life he has lied. I had parents I never knew I was just a baby when my mother passed away and he took me in and pretended to be my biological father. I don’t even know where to begin with processing this. Now I feel lost, like I had these parents who I know nothing about. How could Isaac have lied to me?On the one hand I am grateful that he never rejected me and took me in as his own son. However, he should have told me about my real parents. I have been a total shit towards Kenna. I feel like a cunt for ignoring her messages and not returning any of her calls. I’ve been ignoring my business and not even functioning properly. I’ve left my emails, my assistant has been told to deal with everything whilst I take some time out to process my thoughts and gather myself together.It has been a long few days. My hair is a mess, dishevelled as I rake my long fingers through it. And I feel lik
Kenna“What’s up, Kenna? You seem distant?” Xander asks as we head into the offices for the next site tour. I know I am down and cranky. It’s been a couple of days and I still haven’t heard from Dante. I did message him and tried calling. However, he hasn’t returned any of my calls nor has he responded to my messages.My mother informed me that he hadn’t gotten back to her either and that Isaac flies in from Europe this evening. I asked if they had a meeting, I mean him and Dante but she said she didn’t know at this point.So, yeah. I am down, my heart aches and I feel as miserable as sin.In fact, I feel like I can’t catch my breath half the time and like someone has literally punched me in the gut. The silence is deafening and leaves me physically in pain. “I’m fine, just some personal issues. That is all.”“You want to talk, I am a good listener.” I sideways glance at him and notice that this morning he is looking more casual. Dressed in charcoal, gray slacks and a blue button dow
KennaI can see he is having difficulty processing this as he just stares at me, his warm eyes open wide looking incredulous. He swallows and takes a sip of his drink. The waiter arrives with our food. I trust that Dante has suddenly lost his appetite. I know I would if someone just dropped a bombshell on me like that.“Are you okay?” I ask him.“What? No, not really. I mean what do you mean Isaac is not my real father? Of course he is, Kenna!” His voice is slightly raised but thank goodness we are not close to the other patrons of the restaurant. I give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “My mother found Isaac’s sister’s Will.”“Go on.” “Her will states that Isaac was to be granted full custody of you upon her death. It mentions your name as the son. Dante, Jordan, Felian. It states that Isaac was to give her son the surname Bodega and take him fully into the family as his own son. It did also state that Isaac was to tell you as you grew older and could understand, that she was your m
DanteI see her before she sees me as she enters the restaurant. Wow, Kenna is breathtaking as she strides in like she owns the place. Her head is held high, her shoulders back and her whole demeanour screams, I am rich, powerful, sexy and confident. I like it. She has changed since this morning and I have to admit seeing her in a navy pencil skirt to her knees showing off all her curves is giving my dick strong ideas. The man shows her to the table. I’ve chosen a romantic spot by the back where we will be private. A few heads turn as she walks towards me. I am not surprised. Kenna will always draw attention. “Dante,” she kisses me on both cheeks. “Thanks for waiting, sorry I am a bit late. Things ran over with my mother, you know how she can be. She seems to think I should be bringing a nice young man to her charity gala event.”I chuckle and raise an eyebrow. “You mean me, of course! Fuck everyone else, Kenna. I will be the man taking you.” The waiter holds out the chair for her a