I think Violet needs to watch her back..........
XanderHer venom is fuelled by a rage I have never seen in Kenna before. It takes me by surprise and I wonder if she was always like this but tampered it down during our marriage to get me to be warmer and closer to her. Now I can see how fiery she really is, only instead of putting me off it kind of turns me on. Is that sick or weird? Maybe, who knows. But it does make me wonder just how fiery little Kenna can be in the bedroom and now I know she has dated a college professor when she was a lot younger, makes me realize that she probably is no innocent in the bedroom like I thought she was. Hell, there was a time I thought that my Princess was a virgin only clearly she isn’t. We arrive at the Mexico City head office, it’s an impressive building all smoked glass with an ornate golden edged door. A man stands out front in what looks to be the colors of Bodega, burgundy waistcoat, dark pants and a black shirt. As soon as he sees the car pull up he comes closer and opens the door for Ken
KennaThe tour of the plant went extremely well and I could tell that Xander was impressed with our new winery. It was only opened in 2021 and is a fairly new premises, high end in conjunction with the wines we supply globally. At dinner, Xander appeared to be extra attentive, in fact he was actually acting weird. Anytime Luigi came to talk to me, Xander would be by my side. It was infuriating, yet part of me kind of liked it. I know he is trying to win me back, only as much as my body seems to crave him every time he is close to me, my mind thankfully steps in before I do anything stupid. Whilst he is still friends and taking care of Violet and having her back, there is no way on earth that I will go back to him. Hell would have to freeze over first. Back in my penthouse suite, I marvel at the views across the city as I stand on the balcony drinking it all in, a glass of Bodega’s finest in my Wateford crystal wine goblet. There is a knock at the door. Who the hell is that? It bette
DanteI blink a couple of times, surely I didn’t hear her right and not only am I completely blown away by her words but also the way she looks. Kenna is wearing just her sleep shorts and a cami top, it doesn’t hide much, I can see the peaks of her nipples straining through the fabric. Is it cold in her suite or is it because of me? Still, she has totally blindsided me, as she stands with her hands on her narrow hips and looks down to the floor. Instantly, I stand up and go over to her. “A child? What, like you had a baby?”“Well what do you suppose it means, Dante? Of course I had a baby!” She moves away from me and goes to sit on the bed, her hair is all messy piled on top of her head. On the bed she sits down and crosses her legs, right now she looks like a kid and reminds me of the days we’d chill in her bedroom reading, she’d always sit like that. Kenna looks vulnerable, almost lost like. “Fuck, when?” I rake my hands through my hair standing still in the middle of the bedroom
XanderShould I? Or Shouldn’t I? That is the million dollar question. I couldn’t take my eyes off Kenna during dinner, she had changed into a glorious red evening dress that tied up behind her neck, like a halter dress. The bodice was encrusted in diamantes and cinched in to show off her small waist, and pushing up those delectable breasts of hers. Just the sight of her slender shoulders, tan skin and burgeoning breasts above the bodice was enough to make me want to take her there and then. Needless to say, I have a severe case of blue balls. She was pleasant to me at dinner, in fact we had an enjoyable evening with everyone and their families. They are a warm crowd but that is the Mexican people for you, a bit like the Spanish. Nothing is too much for them and their hospitality is second to none. I had a bottle of Krug put on ice for when I arrived back to my penthouse suite, beside the bucket where it chills sit two Waterford crystal champagne flutes. Now I am not sure whether I sh
KennaMy heart is in my mouth, my stomach is in tight knots as Xander stands at the balcony looking down and to his left. Fuck, he will see Dante out there who must be cold by now since I kicked him onto the balcony quickly when Xander knocked on the door and shoved his jacket in my closet. Why did Xander have to choose tonight to decide to come to my suite for a freakin nightcap? Literally, I feel as if I can’t breathe. “Xander!” I screech out hoping he will turn back and come towards me. He doesn’t move, he is, it seems fixed to the spot and his head doesn’t give an inch. No, instead he ignores me completely and steps out onto the balcony.“Well, well, well. What do we have here then, Kenna?” His voice is low, almost dark and dangerous. I know this tone, it’s like he has caught me doing something wrong. No matter what I try to tell him now, he won’t believe me. He will get it into his thick skull that I have enticed my stepbrother here for a night of pleasure. The guilt consumes m
Kenna“What is he doing coming into your room at this hour, Kenna? Are you seeing him again? Please tell me you are not!” Dante’s voice is low as he stands before me with his hands on his narrow hips. “For God’s sake, he already told you he was here to discuss the day’s events and go through the schedule. And you would have heard that from the balcony. Don’t give me the twenty questions.” I pause, now I am fuelled with anger because both of these men are acting like complete, territorial, possessive jerks right now.“I am tired, and want to go to sleep. I told you not to come, Dante. You should have listened to me.” I am exasperated that he is in my room. Weird because before Xander turned up with his bottle of Krug and looking so good, better than a man ought to, I was having the same feelings about Dante and God only knows where that would have led. Now all I want to do is hit the sack and get some shut eye. Like I told Xander, we have to be up at five for a debriefing over breakf
DanteGod dammit, now she is kicking me out of her room. This is not going how I planned for it to go. The look of fire in those startling, cat-like green eyes of hers shows me how wild she is right now and furious with me. Why the hell did I have to bring up Xander again? Am I jealous of him? That he is working closely with Kenna? I think I am.Hell, it's a new one for me since I am not the jealous kind but where Kenna is concerned it seems that I am. The mere thought of her with a different man makes my blood boil, especially Xander. After the way he treated her, the tears she cried and that we hardly saw her because she was never allowed to come visit, makes me want to stride into his suite and punch the living shit out of him. Instead I stand firmly rooted to the spot in front of a fiery Kenna and clench and unclench my fists. My jaw ticks, if I continue to grind my molars I’ll need the dentist to fix the damage.“I told you to leave, Dante,” she says as I look down at her. “Not
KennaI am totally dumbstruck. “What? How can you be? This is wrong you can’t be. Dante, please don’t tell me this. I am your step sister, we can’t allow anything to happen.” I throw myself back down on the bed bouncing with the action. He comes towards the bed and stands between my dangling legs. “I can’t help the way I feel, Kenna. I wish I could but I can’t.”“Since when?”“Hell knows, I guess during college if I am honest. I started to feel pissed off when you were with other guys and couldn’t keep my eyes off you. I told myself it was a high school boy’s crush and that was it. I even dated a few girls to try and get you out of my system, but dammit, Kenna I can’t. Then you went and married Xander and I felt as if the life had been sucked out of my lungs. I couldn’t breathe knowing you were with him.”I sigh and place a hand over my face, “we were never together like that, he never touched me.” I glance up at Dante who looks confused.“What do you mean he never touched you? You we
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
Kenna“Is this true? How can it be? Oh my God, Mother, do you know what this means?” She nods, a small curve upwards on her lips. “It changes literally everything. But shit, what a lie to have kept secret for all of Dante’s life. How do you suppose he will react?”“I have no idea, Kenna but it is wrong that Isaac has done this. Dante should have known years ago the absolute truth. Whatever came over Isaac at that time is beyond me.”“But seriously, Dante is going to be so pissed at Isaac. It will drive a wedge between them surely. How could Isaac have possibly done this?”“Who knows what went through his mind back then, all we can do is let Dante know, Kenna. Clearly Isaac has no intention of ever saying anything. When he dies will be when Dante finds out and what a shock that will be. He won’t even have the time to talk to Isaac about it. His head will be reeling with disbelief.”I swallow the lump in my throat at the thought of having to tell Isaac what I have just read. I take a si
KennaWhat would my mother know about Dante and what is in the will she has clearly now found? I need to know, only it is the early hours of the morning. Dante gives me a quizzical look.“Is everything okay? You are looking strange,” he slides his omelette on his plate then takes a seat next to me. “I, er. Yeah sure. My mother has some news for me. I won’t be able to stay long in the morning. I need to go and meet with her. Give me a second. I need to message her back.” He raises an eyebrow.“What, she is awake at this hour?” I nod to confirm that indeed, my mother is awake. Not one for being a night owl it is of course very strange. Thus it must be seriously important. I message her back. Can you tell me over the phone? I wait and see the bubbles come then disappear, then more bubbles. No, Kenna. You must come to the house immediately in the morning. I am free at eight since I have the charity event to organize and meeting with some of the women to discuss it at ten. Do not be lat
Kenna“Fuck my father, baby. We are adults, we are not blood related and we can do whatever we like. Besides, he daren’t disown you now. Not with Xander signing the lifelong agreement. Didn’t you mention that Xander has stipulated it only stands if you remain heiress?” “True, but you know he’ll still give us a lot of shit.”I feel Dante shrug behind me. “Let him get on with it. He won’t be in power soon in any case. He is talking about retirement.” I turn and lay on my back, Dante has his arm around me cradling me into his chest. He smells so masculine, I trace my fingers along his impressive pecs and down his washboard abs. I want to lick every inch of him but first I need something to eat. As if reading my mind he says, “hungry?”“Absolutely, what do you have in?” “Well, let’s go check out the kitchen. First, I need to get you a warm towel to clean yourself up with. Are you sore, baby? Was I too rough?”“What, no way. I loved it. I mean I can feel you stretched me some, but hone
KennaHe flips me round, my stomach lays flat on the bed. I feel his strong hand come up under me to bring me up onto all fours. “Your ass looks damn fine, Kenna,” Dante says as he slaps it. The sensation stings yet sends ripples of excitement through my body. I moan, he slaps my ass again. I feel his lips on the base of my spine as he gently kisses me and swirls his tongue around my lower back. His tongue is warm, sending shivers throughout my body.Dante places a hand underneath me by my right hip bone and digs into the fleshy area, oh wow, the feeling is not one I have felt before. It sends an instant message to my groin, curling it in tight coils. “That feels so good,” I tell him and push back with my ass to try and make contact with his rigid cock.Then I feel him running his cock head down my ass and lining it up to my slit. “I want you inside me, Dante,” I hiss. He slaps my ass.“Don’t be so impatient, Kenna. I want to take my time with you.” I growl at him. He chuckles. His
DanteShe looks like a dream with her dark hair splayed all over the pillows and her fingers shoved inside her cunt. The way her mouth opens and she screams my name over and over, letting her orgasm control her makes me harder than I have ever been before. This woman will undo me and I don’t give a shit. I want her. I want Kenna Bodega to be my everything. Literally. My cock is aching like fuck and my balls are killing to be released of my cum. Not yet. First, I want to dive my head between those creamy thighs of hers and feel them tightening around my face as I bring her to orgasm number two. Only, her tits are magnificent, full, firm and her nipples. Fuck Man, I can’t stop sucking on them. I could bite them off, simply delectable.She gasps as I feel her long fingers go through my hair. “Holy shit, Dante. What the fuck was that?” I chuckle as I pop a nipple releasing it from my warm mouth. “Did you orgasm good, beautiful?” “Yes, oh my gosh, I can’t believe it was out of this wor
KennaOh, his dirty words make me tighten and coil even more. I am not used to a man with a dirty mouth but fuck, I like it. The kids I went with in college before I met the professor were all tame shall we say. And the professor, well he was an infatuation and not a man like Dante with his strong, masculine body.“Put your fingers inside you, baby,” he tells me, his eyes hooded, the irises so dark that his eyes look almost black. His desire is evident all over his face, spurring me on and turning me on more than I could have imagined.My heart is racing, I can feel the pressure mounting in my ears as I lower my fingers to my slit. I am so wet, I can feel my slickness dripping onto the sheet underneath me. Easing my fingers into my pussy, I gasp. Every nerve ending is on fire as I push in further and move my fingers slowly in and out.“Get undressed,” I tell Dante as he holds his hand over his package in his pants. “It’s not fair that I am the only one naked here. I want to see your b
KennaThe driver eases the car in through the wrought iron gates of Dante’s property. A tingle passes through my body at the mere thought of being with him. It has been an extremely long day and Xander was the perfect gentleman. He kept checking everything was okay with me and offered for me to leave the Dallas tour early. Which I took him up on. He will fly to Chicago this evening and be shown around and introduced to everyone tomorrow. Thereafter, there are a couple of down days before he flies down to Georgia where I am to meet him. This is a good thing because my people have put feelers out and done some investigations and I happen to know that the adoptive family of my daughter, have a residence in Georgia. I have a phone number and tomorrow I will plan to call them. My lawyer said it would be best if he were to contact them, but I insisted that seems way too formal and may alarm them. Personally, I think contacting them is a more amenable approach. Lawyers often scare people hal