I slide my foot between the doors to prevent it from closing on my foot. Something has clearly upset her, she is crying and I have rarely seen Kenna cry. It makes me feel totally helpless, I don’t usually do women crying. Come to think about it, I have hardly ever seen a woman cry. The door closes behind me as I step inside and pull Kenna into my arms. She tries to push me off but I will not let her go, besides I am stronger than her. My one hand rests on the back of her head, cradling her into me, the other at the base of her spine. Her body molds to mine even though she is telling me to let her go.I can sense she doesn’t actually want me to do so, thus I keep her close to me, her face resting on my chest. Fuck it I don’t even care if her mascara or whatever that stuff they put on their lashes is called, ruins my expensive Hermes shirt. “Tell me what is wrong, Kenna. Why are you crying so badly?”“I can’t, I just want to go to my suite and sleep. I am exhausted from everything. Th
KennaHe narrows his eyes like he is trying to get a better look. I know he’s not an idiot and the picture Dante sent me is worse than the one Violet sent me not long ago. You know, the one where Xander was laying in her lap being comforted. The night I eventually demanded a divorce from him. And this is far worse. “It’s not what it looks like, Kenna,” he says and looks at me with something in his eyes that I don’t quite recognize.“Oh, isn’t it? Well from here it looks pretty bad. Not that it matters to me anymore. Tell me when did this get taken? Whilst you were still with me? When I was your wife?” He shakes his head, and runs his long fingers through it. “Trust me this was not taken when we were married. It was before I even asked you to marry me, and approached you with the arrangement idea.”“Are you sure? Because her hair was a different color back then and this here, she has brown hair which is how she wears it currently.” “Look it doesn’t matter, that me kissing her is not
XanderKenna seems pliant, there is no rigidity, she does not move back from my touch. I need to tread slowly, I have waited weeks for this and now could be the right moment. And to think she could even believe that I would touch Violet. Yes, I care for Violet because I am duty bound, but I would never go with her in that sense. It would feel wrong, I mean she has become like my kid sister. I remember that night. I was so out of it because as soon as the divorce papers were signed, I realized I didn’t want Kenna to be out of my life.It hit me like a tidal wave that I loved Kenna and just never realized it. What a dick, right? How stupid could I have been. Being so focused on Violet’s wellbeing all the damn time and taking care of building my empire lost me the one woman I fell in love with.And now I feel like I am competing with her stepbrother. Listen, I am an intelligent man, and I can see the signs. Kenna has feelings for Dante. It makes me want to punch him in the face, it mak
KennaMy mind is screaming, NO don’t do it but my body is craving him like a crack addict. There is only so much resolve that I have. And I do want to taste his lips. I do want to feel them on mine. I can feel his warm breath, it makes my lips tingle. We are so close together barely a millimeter between our aching lips wanting the others. My chest is rising and falling with lust and desire for Xander, even though I know I shouldn’t. Yet I can’t help the longing and the passion within me. It’s been so long since I have been with a man, that hell I have even forgotten what it could feel like and I want Xander.For once in my life I want to feel hot, steamy, lust and passion mixed with hot sex. Not mediocre sex like I have always had. Even my college professor was just okay, I mean I enjoyed it but it wasn’t earth shattering, the earth didn’t move and it certainly wasn’t like anything I see in the movies or read about in books. I blame all those books for describing sex scenes that have
XanderI can almost taste her mouth, my dick is now engorged and swollen - it would be hard not to see how big my erection is in my pants right now. I have a serious case of blue balls going on. Yet, I have to respect what Kenna is saying if I want her to fall in love with me again.I know she was in love with me when we were married, it was obvious the way she would try to do everything for me. The way she would always look beautiful when I came home from the office. And now she has a wall up around her so high, it’d take an olympic pole vaulter to get over it.“Are you thinking of Dante?” I ask her knowing I am taking a gamble that she will spin out of control and lose her shit and temper with me. She goes silent, almost rigid. I can feel her entire body tense up. Jealousy rages instantly through my body, if Dante were in the room right now, God only knows what I would do to him. “Or is it the college professor? Are you still in love with him?” Kenna pushes me, taking me by total
KennaEver felt like the rabbit caught in the headlights at night? Your heart is racing, it feels as if it is going to jump out of your throat. All of a sudden you experience hot and cold sweats, I mean how is that even possible? Well that is exactly what I am feeling right now. Why the hell did I even have to open my mouth and start with that? It was stupid of me. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Now the secret will be out. Quick, I need to think of something. He is looking expectantly at me and my heart is in overdrive.First I reject him, and send him away. That’s gotta sting his ego, right? Yet he isn’t mad at me, which is a good thing because he does have every right to be.Do I blatantly lie? Do I tell him the truth? How will he react? What will he think of me, having a child and giving it up for adoption? Not that I had much choice. As soon as my mother found out that was it. She sent me away to the private Swiss clinic and was in charge, I was so young I didn’t even know what I was ful
XanderSleep eludes me just like I knew it would. I couldn’t help myself when I got back to my own suite and poured myself a hefty measure of scotch.Being so close to Kenna raised the heat in my body, god dammit I crave that woman like a heroin junkie. She is fast becoming my new addiction. It’s almost at the point of a raging obsession, the way that I want her. Not just physically but to be mine again. There’s no point in me trying to go back in time and wishing I had done things differently. It sure as hell isn’t going to make a blind bit of difference to the present.And what was I thinking, telling her we should not go to Houston together? I have thrown away the opportunity to be close to her for a whole day doing fun things, instead of attending business related events. I let out a groan and slap my forehead with my hand. Of all the dumbest things I have ever done, throwing tomorrow away so glibly eats in my gut. So what do I do? I message Violet and ask her if she knows anythi
KennaPhoenix was interesting. We were naturally walked through the harvesting and crushing of the grapes process, along with the fermentation and aging of the wine process and lastly the packaging. We already had labels made up for Xander’s top hotels here in Phoenix with respective images of each hotel on the deep green label with gold imagery and lettering. He was extremely pleased and impressed we had done all of this so quickly and prior to him arriving on site. He was also astounded with our modern facility. I could tell by the way he kept nodding his head and looking around. But today is the day I am heading back home to catch up with Dante, which I am looking forward to and seeing my mother. Xander is going on to Houston and although I am excited to see Dante and my bestie Elsie, part of me feels torn that I will not be with my ex husband. A total mess, right? I know. I let out a deep sigh as the stewardess brings me a freshly squeezed orange juice and a mini vodka. It’s eig
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 a
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