REBECCA
With tear-stained cheeks, I descended the stairs in a daze, trying to make sense of Artemy's actions. He was an enigma—unpredictable, hot-tempered, and skilled at concealing his emotions.
All I yearned for was to break through his defenses, for him to lower his guard and allow me into his world. I longed to understand what was going on in his mind.
It may sound peculiar, but I genuinely wanted to help him. Despite his constant rejections, ranging from mild to outright callousness, I couldn't shake off my desire to be there for him.
Whenever I was near him, an irresistibl
REBECCAI tried to shake my head, but she kept talking over me. "Becca, you're too kind for your own good. And that just makes it even worse. You didn't deserve how he treated you. So, please, humor me, okay?""No," I snapped.Lynda threw her hands up in frustration."Lynda, I don't want to hurt him. He's angry and doesn't want to see me," I replied."And that's where you're mistaken," Lynda hurriedly explained. "Artemy wants to see you. He let you play the piano, for God's sake. It means something, something significant. He's just frustrated with himself, and that's why he took it out on you. I know him, Becca. Just do as I say, and everything will be fine."
REBECCATwo weeks later…"Lynda, enough!" I exclaimed playfully as she persisted in tickling my sides. "Ouch! It actually hurts. Stop!""Well, that's what you get for throwing whipped cream in my face," she laughed."You did it first," I retorted, my words intermingled with giggles."Ah, please... too much... I can't breathe...""Do you admit defeat?" she growled, attempting to mimic Artemy's voice. This made me laugh even harder."Yes, yes! Oh my God," I gasped as she gradually ceased her assault on my sides.
REBECCA"Did you desire him? Answer me!" Raffaele hissed, the whip slashing across my bare back, leaving searing trails of agony in its wake."No!" I screamed, the pain blinding me, engulfing my senses. My body was exposed and bound, spread-eagle, the chains from the ceiling constricting my wrists, suspending me in a helpless state. My toes barely grazed the ground."I saw the way you looked at him! You wanted him, didn't you? You craved his touch, didn't you?" Raffaele's voice dripped with venomous accusation.My head shook violently, and a cry escaped my lips as the whip struck my back once more. Desperation filled my voice as I gasped, "No! I didn't do anything. I don't want him."
ARTEMY"He's terrorizing our people. They're living in fear," Leon said, his voice filled with concern, as we exited my office. I struggled to contain my anger, but it coursed through me so strongly that my entire body trembled with its intensity.Ever since the news broke about Raffaele murdering Herman and seizing control, fear had gripped my organization. Knowing that he had killed a Boss and taken over, my people understood the seriousness of his threats."What's our plan?" Brayden asked, walking beside me."He won't lay a hand on my people. I'll make sure of it. Milandro, I want you to keep a watchful eye on everyone. Ensure the Watchers are attentive and report any and all information," I responded, trying to maintain a
ARTEMYWyatt paused, offering words of advice. "First and foremost, we need to be patient and understanding with her. We can't force her to speak if she's not ready. We can gently encourage her, but we shouldn't push too hard. The most important thing is to show her love and support. We need to make sure she never feels alone. We can try to lighten the mood, crack jokes, and bring some happiness into her life."As Wyatt spoke, I rubbed the back of my neck in frustration, trying to relieve the tension that had built up there. It was a futile attempt; my muscles were tight and strained. A relentless headache pounded in my head, and a wave of nausea washed over me, accompanied by a heavy ache in my heart.Lost in my thoughts and fixated on Rebecca's motionless figure, I almost missed Wyatt's n
REBECCAThe night before was a hazy blur, leaving me feeling ashamed that Artemy and the others had discovered me in such a vulnerable state. It pained me that they witnessed my moment of weakness.Artemy persisted in questioning me, coaxing me to reveal the truth. His words reached me like distant echoes, as if submerged underwater, while my body seemed to float weightlessly.He pleaded with me. He used every charm and persuasion he could muster. His desperation was palpable. He insisted that I was worth more than I believed, yet I couldn't bring myself to respond.He was mistaken. I believed I was worthless. I saw myself as a tainted, used, and empty vessel—a mere object of pleasure. His words hurt because they were b
REBECCAI averted my gaze from the tub as I switched off the light and left the bathroom. It was impeccably clean, but I didn't want the flood of memories to resurface.Finding my way to the bed, I settled on the edge and sank into its comforting embrace. The sun was descending, casting a warm, orange glow that enveloped the room, infusing it with a serene ambiance.Even though I had spent most of the day slumbering, weariness still clung to me. Lynda had brought me breakfast earlier, followed by Nona's arrival. The sorrow etched on her face shattered my heart. She scolded me, tears streaming down both our faces. We wept together.Afterward, she gently guided me down onto the bed, her melodic voice soothing my troubled mind.
ARTEMYRestless, I paced back and forth in my office, consumed by thoughts of Rebecca. She occupied my mind throughout the entire day, her face haunting my every thought. The image of her fragile body in my arms, surrounded by her own blood, lingered relentlessly. Determined to resist the temptation to rush to her side, I had barricaded myself in the office, convincing myself that she needed time. However, it was a constant struggle to stay away from her when all I yearned for was to offer her solace.As the knock echoed through the door, irritation welled up within me, and I gruffly instructed the person to come in. The door swung open, revealing Avim entering the room. I turned to face him and demanded impatiently, "So? Did she say anything?"
REBECCAI writhed against his thighs, seeking relief, but he chuckled softly before withdrawing."Such explicit language, my kitten," he chided playfully, his gaze locked on me. "I wonder how best to tame it.""Artemy... I need you.""No, my kitten, the moment is mine now," he declared, a smug grin curving his lips as he gazed down at me.With deliberate purpose, Artemy stepped back, shedding his shirt in a haste that verged on impatience."Shed your dress," his command was clear.Obeying without
REBECCAWith a mere utterance, I tentatively slipped my hand between my thighs. Artemy's gaze flared, and I swallowed audibly. Wetting my lips, I applied a gentle pressure to my center.My back arched involuntarily, a moan escaping me as I began to stimulate my clit. Artemy adjusted his position, his gaze unwavering and intense.A surge of electric pleasure surged through me as I inserted a finger, my chest heaving with each breath as the pressure within me intensified.Thumb circling the sensitive nub, I introduced another finger, my hips responding with a forward thrust. I circled my clit with greater fervor, striving to push myself over the edge.
REBECCAMy pulse quickened as Artemy drew me onto his lap. I nibbled on my lower lip, sensing the warmth rising to my cheeks under his intense gaze. His eyes tracked my every move, their desire seemingly intensifying by the moment. He exuded an undeniable allure at that very instant.Out of my peripheral vision, I caught Lynda's beckoning gesture. "Looks like it's time for our inaugural dance," I murmured softly.Artemy cradled me against his chest, rising from his seat in one fluid motion. He carried me to the dance floor's center and gently placed me on my feet. I draped my arms around his neck, drawing myself closer to him.His hands found my hips as the music started, and we began our dance. T
REBECCARaising my eyes to meet his, my fingertips brushed over his chest, the cadence of his fervent heart beneath them. "This is my pledge to you, Artemy Loskutov. Your love is my anchor, my wellspring of strength. I promise to pour forth my affection from now until eternity's closure. I vow to nurture, to confide in your love, to be what you require, ensuring your emotions are perpetually considered. I pledge to express my love and reverence. I yearn to share my days alongside you. I, Rebecca Cavalieri, commit to embracing you as my husband, to love, honor, console, and cherish you from this day onward. We meld as one, an eternal unity."Savoring the anticipation, I formed my final words. "This vow emerges from the depths of my heart, a pledge to you.""May we
REBECCAMy heart quickened its tempo at the sight that unfolded before me. In that moment, nothing else registered; the entirety of my focus was consumed by the figure stationed at the far end of the aisle.Each step toward Artemy stole my breath away, the journey itself a blur as his gaze anchored me. His eyes, a striking bluish steel hue, bore into me with unwavering intensity, tracing my every movement, my every advance.His attire adhered to his usual black suit, save for the addition of a golden tie. His hair lay sleek against his head, a few days' worth of stubble lending him a rugged allure. I had insisted he forgo shaving, as it heightened his appeal.His eyes remained locked onto mine as
REBECCA"Alright, close your eyes, my dear," Camilla's voice was a gentle whisper, tinged with excitement. I could detect the joy in her tone, and it ignited a matching smile on my face. With a mixture of anticipation and unsteady legs, I complied, shutting my eyes."Are you all set?" Lynda's voice carried an air of eager anticipation."You guys didn't transform me into a clown, did you?" I quipped playfully.Their laughter resonated in the room, eliciting giggles from me. At last, I opened my eyes, blinking as the world before me came into focus. Then, a gasp escaped my lips, involuntary and genuine."You are an absolute vi
REBECCAThree weeks had passed since that pivotal moment. Artemy's arm drew me toward him, enveloping me until I was nestled against his warmth, almost melding into him. His strong arms encircled my waist, and I pressed myself against him, my head finding its place on his shoulder. As if seeking solace, one of my legs draped over his hips, and his grip on my thigh was both firm and possessive.In the cocoon of his embrace, I inhaled his scent, the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat serenading me. His touch traced indistinct patterns across my back, each stroke a balm to my senses, lulling me into tranquility.Amid this intimate connection, his voice, a soft caress, brushed against my ear, breaking the spell of silence. "Where shall we journey for our honeymoon?" Hi
REBECCAI descended the stairs, greeted by the heartwarming scene of Lynda, Bernadette, and Camilla gathered in the living room. Bernadette's knees were engaged in a rhythmic bounce, Princess nestled on her lap, their interaction an attempt to amuse the small canine companion.As my gaze swept over the tableau, an involuntary smile etched its way across my face. The unexpected sight before me was a testament to the depth of these connections.Aunt Bernadette, the role seemed incongruous at first glance. The transformation was astonishing - Bernadette, once reserved and distant, had evolved into a devoted aunt. This facet of her, while not frequently displayed, radiated a clear and undeniable fondness for Cevia.
REBECCAI roused from slumber to find the expanse of the bed empty beside me, an unexpected void that jolted me into alertness. Swiftly, I elevated myself into a sitting position, my eyes grappling with the persistent morning radiance as I blinked away the remnants of sleep.Emerging from the covers, I navigated my way toward the crib stationed nearby, only to discover it vacant, devoid of the presence I anticipated. My recollection painted a picture of Artemy embarking on his early morning ritual to tend to Cevia. Had they not returned to the comfort of our shared sanctuary?While enveloping myself in a robe, I embarked on a trajectory towards the bathroom, swiftly tending to the ritual of dental hygiene and facial invigoration. With my hair haphazardly ensnared