Authors POV. Things got better after that; Derinem stayed away, and she and maestro got along, though she wouldn't lie that she was doing more of the getting along with him, for recently he came back with some darkness hovering around him and more blood stains on his clothing.Making love was more intense—pleasure mixed with a bit of pain—and, as Lina had said, sometimes she yearned for it while staring at his naked torso, Looking down and blushing profusely when he caught her.He usually smiled. Confident he was in his sexual prowess, and he had a right to be, from an innocent, he made her a sex-crazed, embarrassed "Cagna," getting her to accept it.And she, well, she could feel her confidence roaring, knowing she was stringing him along with sex and whatever kink he had at the back of his head when he saw her in her red lace nightie. He just never got enough of her.But it wasn't always about the sex; she was atop his hard frame; he'd wrapped his hand around her till the following d
Luca was in a foul mood once Damon was out of the door, pacing and looking at everything, Derinem excluded. They had watched her leave with Damon, and even though he wanted to do something about it, he knew it would only bring her disapproval. He ignored Luca, going over to the mini bar counter, grabbing a glass, poured himself a healthy dose, and was bringing it for a gulp when Luca said "So that's it? You put her in a big mess, and you are just going to drink," he said; Derinem turned to see him looking disgusted. "I expected more from you." Derinem glared at him, "Don't start with me, ma'am; my hands are twitchy." Luca knew what that meant, and knowing it was just a threat, he continued angrily. "You don't blame her for rejecting your help; you've noticed that every time you help her, you put her in trouble." That made him snap, "Fuck that." He pushed the cup away with way more force than he intended, and it crashed. "The only reason she's still here is that she's naive and
After that, it was hard to even see him, much to her relief. The only time she saw him was when he packed his car and got into the manor, and happy was she when he left immediately. Now they were seeing Greta and Maria off at the airport, returning to Calabria. He had his hands around her shoulders, looking anxiously at his phone. The continuous vibration of his phone told her he was ending a call he didn't want to pick up, at least while Greta was right there kissing them goodbye. Once Greta was gone and everyone else had left, he left her shoulders. He picked up the phone and scowled, "Allysia, I told you now wasn't the time." She couldn't say whether he had done that on purpose for her to hear it or not, especially when he moved further away and made the rest of the call. She had turned away from him and got into the car, where George sat in the driver's seat, watching her face from the rearview mirror. She looked down at the ring on her finger and then out of the window, sig
With Maria and Greta gone, the manor felt lonely and very awkward. Felt like she was the only one in it, she and his men.His avoidance of her worsened to the extent that he never went out with her anymore; somehow, she felt useless just sitting and speaking to Lina. This wasn't the life she had planned for herself.Getting up in the morning was a chore; she hated seeing the rising sun, reminding her she was still in the manor.She knew he was punishing her, withholding his attention so she wouldn't feel substantial enough.And she had felt that, along with the hope that he might snap one day and throw her out.No matter how long that was going to be, she was going to wait for it.She snapped out of her thoughts when Lina tapped her shoulder, dragging her out of her usual overthinking."You look pale," Lina noticed.They were outside in the garden; Lina was plucking herbs in her little square garden that Maya had just discovered. Maya didn't need to be told that this was the herb she u
"What you're about to do is dangerous, Maya," Luca said again, turning, constantly checking the mirror to either look at her or the incoming cars."I know," she answered, staring down at the beautiful blue backless gown she wore and loving the feel of makeup for the first time in a long while on her face.It was evening, and though she still had a fever, she was bent on looking the sexiest. She clutched her bag; that was the only way."This can't be the only way to get his attention; what if he hurts you?" Luca was saying.He was worried and annoyed.Why was he the only one called on to do the dirty job? God help him if he comes out of this one without a bullet.But he wouldn't blame her; he could feel her desperation, alone in the manor—hell, even pet birds had more freedom than her.Like right Now, he looked in the mirror, seeing a car stalking them. He had seen the car immediately after he and Maya drove out of the manor, and though they had taken countless turns, the vehicle never
Mayasitting there, constantly looking out of the window, and only dropping a faint smile at my date when it became apparent I wasn't paying attention.The thought that I was using someone for my selfish gain disgusted me. I heaved a sigh, looking out the window again. Luca, in sign language, told me to focus on my date. I smiled and faced him."So what do you do?" I asked to get into a conversation I would be a part of.He tried not to look annoyed when he said, "I said that already introducing myself."Oh my God!" I was mad at myself; making people feel ignored wasn't what I wanted. "I'm so sorry. I have a lot of things going on.""like?" He raised his wine glass to his lips, his blonde hair neatly trimmed, giving off his successful aura.He had pale blue eyes, and one time he had a medicated glass on to read the menu.I smiled, "Well, I guess I offended my boss because I wanted his attention."The blonde's brows furrowed. "Woah, now I want to hear about that now."I felt cold, I was
Author's POVShe stared at the papers. In disbelief, she raised her lashes at him, distrust written on her face.This was to make him feel threatened that she still wasn't done with her fight to escape him.But he had taken it seriously."Take it, Maya," he urged, his voice getting icy.She swallowed, her hands on the papers he held, and he made sure his fingers caressed hers before he let go of them.She let her eyes fall from his face down to the paper, and when her eyes fell on his scribbling,She couldn't hold the fury, for on the papers, he had drawn a huge "no," over the space that needed his signature.The paper was ruined."How dare you!" she sneered, the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.He leaned so his face was close to hers. "No, How dare you think it's going to be over just because you say it is?""What the fuck do you even want from me?" "You! I want you!""No, you don't!" He'd never heard her sound so angry since she was in the manor—defiant. Sadness, a lot. Ang
"I can't be pregnant," Maya muttered again. Disbelief in every inch of her voice. There was something the woman wasn't getting right; she just couldn't. Hell, how could she even become a mom?Growing up, she'd thought it'd take some ritual with a beautiful soul to be a mom, whatever that meant. Was she fit? Was her body healthy enough to take something so delicate?She was scared and amazed at the same time.She placed her hand on her stomach, clutching it inwardly and smiling as if she were part of the world's eight wonders. Creating life.Right in her little stomach, that didn't seem to increase in weight. She wanted to suddenly find out how many days it took to get a bump.Damon was saying, "Ma'am, you can't just look at her and say..."For the first time, Maya heard his voice shake and almost laughed. Look at him all shaken now, listening to the consequences of his actions."To prove I know what I'm talking about, she can come to the hospital tomorrow so we can get a proper test,"