Katya"Mommy, are you and daddy back together?"Minutes after Christopher posed that question with a beautiful glint in his adorable baby hazel pupils, they still drummed in my mind.Last night, Ferrara and I had crossed a boundary.He had spent the night, breaking the wall I had put up around myselfAnd when the nightmares came, he had held me tightly, his deep hoarse voice making promises...Never say never...But that captivating thick voice had muttered that he would never leave me.Even now, as I watched him tackling Christopher into the bed, intricate laughters and giggles flooding my ears, Last night still felt...surreal.As if he could read my thoughts, Ferrara looked up from the task of tickling Christopher, his eyes meeting mine...Liquid forest green eyes engulfed me,Rough stubbles in his sharp chiseled jaw,Hair disheveled from last night,Firm red lips appealing to every part of my senses...My heart raced, melting to puddle, as my breath got caught in my throat.It was

Katya"You don't have to come home tonight, take your time! I can totally stay with Uncle Kyrian!"Those were the words that Christopher Petrov-Castello yelled out as we were stepping out of the house.The urge to bury my face in Ferrara's chest and hide there forever had never been more appealing. And the arrogant bastard of course had to wink and place his hand on my waist, his voice dripping with mockery when he replied,"Noted, little man. I will ensure that your mom and I have a...blast, tonight."Christopher chuckled in an adorable shy manner, and dear dear, I was torn between hitting Ferrara on the head and burying myself deep in the sea."Stop that." I gritted out through my teeth, but the bastard was enjoying my discomfort and leaned forward, catching my lips in a kiss that made me see...stars.I was breathless when he broke it, and felt my head swimming like I had been drugged.When I managed to keep my eyes open long enough to see his expression, the son of a bitch was gri

Hi, so sorry for the delayed updates over the past weeks. I was in a camp where I couldn't concentrate to write properly for the past three weeks, and when I got home, I found myself taking long periods of rest to recover from the stress. I'm back from it now, and will be making up for it as I hope to complete this work this month, or early next month. Thank you so much for your continued support despite my frustratingly slow updates. *Important Note: I mistakenly uploaded only a tiny part of the last chapter, and it's waiting for a review since I made the correction during weekend. Please wait till tomorrow before reading the chapter I will upload after this note, so the last event doesn't confuse you. Once again, I am really grateful and sorry for keeping you waiting. I will put in extra effort to make up for it. Thank youuuuu.

KatyaThe explosion ceased after what felt like two hours.Then I was freezing, and may have died already, if not for Ferrara's arms and body heating me up, and his mouth blowing hot steam on my ear.Well, being turned on kept my mind away from the harsh reality we were thrown into, but it could only do so much after being under the water for hours.And having to lie low for an added period of time to ensure that our attackers were gone.When we finally swarm out of the cold waters, I felt as though I had been frozen for years.We coughed incessantly for minutes, releasing water and cold air which had been trapped in our organs.The ship was in wreck, scattered in different parts of the sea, and my lips trembled as I gritted my teeth, trying to form a sentence.I could only imagine how Ferrara felt when he had just lost a ship and couldn't account for the safety of his crew.And he'd had to face all these without a shirt to keep the biting cold away.I hugged myself to stay warm, even

FerraraMy ragged breathing filled the air.Tension thickened the atmosphere, fading the eerie sound of the ticking clock into the background.My fists were clenched as I stared at the woman who wrecked my mind, my chest heaving upwards and downwards.Admitting to my weaknesses fucking irritated me, but at the moment, there was no denying the feeling of dread that seeped into my veins,Spreading to my blood with a venomous strength that threatened to sweep me off.The power this woman had over me, was a fucking pickle.I waited for her response like a dog for a bone, aware that it would mame me either ways.When she parted her lips, I may have felt my blood pressure rise like a storm."Ho...how could I, when you were all that lived in my thoughts, keeping me from sleeping, night, after night?"Fuck.I knew she had me already at the tips of her beautiful slender fingers, yet...My throat dried up completely, all efforts to swallow hard and get my racing heart in control proving abortiv