KatyaSurvival.I discovered how much the powerful rule the world when I was eighteen.I had returned wealthy, but I needed more power to protect the person that mattered to me, my son. Seated in this round table were the ones who made the decisions even beyond America, people whose command could destroy or make my future.I had considered the option of returning to living quietly, but that had gone to smokes the moment I pissed them off by ruining the value of that land.These people were capable of ruining me and my son's lives, legally or illegally.And so I had chosen the only option at my disposal;Bringing my enemies closer. The entire room dulled into nothingness as soon as Ferrara walked in, sucking me into his enthralling web which made everything else trivial, tiny.His forest green eyes were stormy tonight as they regarded me, stealing words from my mouth and thoughts from my mind. I tried to pretend that I wasn't affected and forced myself to meet his intense stare.He
KatyaIt was no dinner party like I had dressed for.None of my security team was allowed in, on the basis of insistence on the privacy and exclusivity of the event. I felt overdressed as soon as I stepped into what could only be described as debauchery, a fucking sex party.What had I just stumbled into?Popular actresses and actors fucked powerful politicians who usually appeared on the television with their partners hooked to their arms.I looked at the invitation card again to be sure that I hadn't gone to the wrong place like a loser. But I simply felt like a loser whom it turned out, had gone to the right place when I caught sight of Helen walking towards me in her underwear.Okay, this was becoming weirder. I forced a smile for the older woman whom I had seen on business and politics and had the urge to puke when she hugged me.She smelt like sex, and dare I hope that the sticky liquid on her face wasn't cum?Yeah, dare I hope. "It's the lawyer who will protect us all!" Hel
KatyaSophie's choice: my son or Ferrara?It wasn't negotiable.My body temperature was going up even more and more, perspiration rolling down my temple in tiny beads.I could barely see, and the chemical I was inhaling was worsened by the sounds and smells of sex which were acting as stimulants.With shaky fingers, I started to crawl towards my phone, but before I could get to it, bare cold feet dug into my back, pushing me flat on the floors.Oh fuck, this couldn't be happening.The desire to hump the floors or anything else around was starting to overtake my body.I needed to get out of here.Fast."Is that the Don?" Helen asked, digging her sharp toe nails into my back.But the pain only accelerated the pleasure, and I nodded, not trusting myself without giving her the satisfaction of letting out a moan. She let out a loud laughter and crouched down, her entire body smelling like cum. I hated her. More than I despised Ferrara over the years.She was like a worm that I needed to
Katya Fuck. My head hurts like a bitch. I opened my eyes to the glaring sunlight peeping through the blinds, my senses slowly coming alive. But my brain was the first to kick off as soon as thoughts of last night flooded my mind. Christopher, my son! I started to hurry out of bed when a frown marred my features. This wasn't my room, or in fact any room in my house. The duvet smelt of neatness and dominant masculinity that could only belong to one person. Ferrara De Castello, whom I had sacrificed in place of my son. The man who had carried me out of the club. Hell. Migraines kicked in like a bitch and my mouth tasted like shit, but I managed to get out of bed and rush out of the large bedroom, in search of my son. But the door opened before I could get to it, an intimidating frame filling my line of vision. Dark beautiful villain. His jaws were neatly shaved, intense pupils boring into me. I couldn't fully remember last night, but for some reason, I felt the need to av
KatyaI avoided Carlos' gaze during breakfast, which wasn't so difficult since he didn't seem to like me very much.After the meal, I went to wash up while Christopher resumed playing in the house without any care in the world.It was a relief that he hadn't been traumatized by what happened, and I couldn't be more grateful to Ferrara.The thought of all the kinds of things that could have happened to him had chills rushing down my spine as I stood under the shower, shutting my eyes against all memories of last night.Both the danger and shame.I smelt like Ferrara afterwards, and was surprised when I stepped out in his bathrobe to see a knee length dress laid out for me on the bed.I looked around, but found myself alone in the room, which meant that it had been dropped while I was bathing. It was a beautiful emerald green dress that had no business being worn at home, hugging my waist without squeezing me into it.The perfect size for me.I wore it and stood in front of the mirror
FerraraThree Days Later "This way, boss." Carlos led me into the warehouse which smelt like the drugs stacked against the corners.I popped a small pill as I walked past drippings of blood against the white substances coating the floors, the heavy footsteps of my security resonating behind me.A sinister smile tugged the sides of my lips as soon I caught sight of my target, Oh, Carlos rarely let me down.The Secretary of the U.S. and most influential female politician in the American continent was bound to a seat with one of her eyes missing. The seat was suspended from the ceiling, with metallic chains and naked wires wrapped around her, connected to a low voltage shocker. Her skin was ashy, an indication that my efficient consigliere had buried her in a cement coffin beforehand, and apart from the broken fingers, her hands were nailed to hard woods.I motioned to Carlos to let her down, and he gestured to one of the guards positioned to watch her, who pulled down the suspended
FerraraI was fucking nervous.The car barely halted in front of the grand penthouse before I was opening the door and getting out of the car, my entire being focused on one object.The tinted red Lamborghini.My security seemed surprised and dashed out as well, but I barely noticed them. By the time I strode to the red car, and knocked on the window, I was sweating.Like a fucking teenager about to ask his crush out for prom.The window started to roll down, the faint scent of lavender hitting my nostrils. I was prepared to say something to the feisty woman who would be behind the wheel, but it was another emotion that crept to my face.Disappointment. Irritation.It was no fucking Katya Petrov, but that Willy Pete bodyguard of hers who perched himself to her like a damn parasite.I scanned the empty backseat and almost demanded that he opens the boot. What the...Fucking waste of anticipation. I started to turn around when he opened the door and stepped out, bowing slightly in f
KatyaI felt powerful and vulnerable.High and drunk in lust.The sight of Ferrara between my legs was enough to set me off, but then his masterful tongue darted out and swept over my swollen flesh, and a moan wrenched from my lips.He ate me out like I was the favorite meal he had been craving, his fingers reaching upwards to play with the flesh of my nipples and wrap around my breasts.I thrashed on the couch, arching my back as I pushed my hips closer to him, craving more and more.I wanted, needed...I felt greedy and crazy with desire, moans and gasps leaving my lips, my fingers slipping into his hair to hold him captive.Ferrara drove me insane with the kind of immeasurable pleasure I hadn't thought possible since the night I met him.And now, it was more heightened, better than I ever remembered, more intense than my memories.Heat pooled in every part of my body, and the movement of his went faster and faster, sending me to the edge of the cliff."Ferrara...." His name was a c