Extended Epilogues

Fabio

Six Years Ago

“Have you seen Eva?” Salvatore alters my train of thought, his face disgruntled in that way that tells me he is a little irritated by something or someone, in this case, would be Eva.

“No,” I continue by folding the sleeves of my black dress shirt.

“It’s her birthday. My father said something about her not liking her cake, so we got her three extra cakes. Can you tell her to get the hell back inside if you find her?”

“Have you checked the…” I flick my hand in the direction of her soon-to-be studio. She recently picked up this thing with photography and requested a studio for her eighteenth birthday.

“I will burn that place to the ground pretty soon,” he clicks his teeth. If you find her, tell her to come inside,” he shoots a stare in the direction of the soon-to-be studio.

“She is allowed to do whatever she wants, Salvatore, and if she wants to own a studio, so fucking be it,” I stand from the passenger seat of my car and adjust myself, waiting for him to take a cue and leave.

I left the door open because I needed fresh air. I needed to think of the best way to end the Bratva problem. Boris, some Russian idiot who had killed Emanuele’s wife four years ago, is at it again, and I hate that Emanuele is choosing to tread with caution.

“Yeah, whatever,” Salvatore starts to go back inside.

“What did you say?” I knit my brows together, and he stops.

“I was referring to Eva and her wanting a studio,” he grumbles. “I wasn’t talking to you,” he corrects. “Fabio,” he swallows.

I know he is a rebellious child, but his father seems more interested in preening him into leader material. I will beat the rudeness out of him, and his father will thank me for it.

“I will get Eva,” I flip him off, and he nods and then goes inside the house. He is such a clumsy fellow. And this new thing about his pants not staying on his waist is getting on my nerves.

He doesn’t look over his shoulder because he knows I am watching him. Instead, he pulls his jeans up, jeans that are a little too small, and even his fucking white T-shirt looks like he got it for someone way younger than him.

I wait until I am sure he has disappeared inside, then let my eyes wander to the soon-to-be studio. I saw her go in there earlier.

I didn’t want to go after her.

She seemed a little sad, and I get it. She is still not used to spending her birthdays without her mother. This is the fourth birthday in a row that she will be spending without her mother or celebrating without friends because her father is still trying to be cautious after losing his wife.

Emanuele is still mourning, and no one knows for how long.

I head for the studio, wishing I could do something to improve her day. I already ordered a camera for her but that might not mean much because her father is more than capable of providing her with whatever brand of camera she needs. He will double it as compensation for his shortcomings.

She wants the warmth and love that used to exist in this home, but we cannot provide that.

I stop in front of the studio and knock on the door.

She doesn’t answer, but I know she is inside because I see the light coming from the crack on the sides of the door. I invite myself in, moving the still-under-construction door aside, and then once inside, I move it back into place.

“Eva,” my voice echoes, and I shove both hands in my pockets, staring at wide blue, teary eyes staring up at me from where she sits on the floor.

“I want to be alone,” she sniffles, and I take long strides to cover the space, then crouch in front of her.

“Hey,” I tuck her hair behind her ears, and she leans her head into my touch. “It’s your eighteenth birthday.”

“And I hate my cake,” she sniffs.

“Is it the cake?” My eyes drop to the tip of a bottle behind her and then back to her eyes. “You look good.”

She likes being a good child and has no difficulty being Miss Sunshine. But today, she has a mini dress on, a body-hugging burgundy dress that I am assuming she wore to feel like her new age. Eva has always been the glasses, jeans, and T-shirt kind of girl.

“I miss her,” she lets out finally.

“We all do,” I drop my hand when I notice I am stroking her ear.

“Will it ever be the same again?” She stares into my soul, and I wish I had the answers she seeks. But I only have the truth, so I shake my head, offering her what I have.

Her mother is not coming back. Her father is never going to be the same man, except if, by some fucking miracle, his heart finds a way to heal. She will never have the luxury of doing whatever she wants and having as many friends as she wants.

“I don’t want to celebrate my birthday,” she sits straighter, folding her legs in front of her. “I want to be by myself.”

I nod. “Three extra cakes came in for you.”

She grunts, “It’s not about the cake. I told my father that I miss my mother, and he assumed it was about the cake she used to bake me. I just need him to stop hurting too,” she sniffs.

“Give it time.” I am tired of talking, so I flex my mouth and think of a way to end this conversation. A way to make her happy would be to bring the conversation to a better end: “Do you have a birthday wish?”

She shakes her head. “I am good.”

“Nothing I can do to make today better for you?” I bunch, trying to bring my face to her level.

“If I tell you what I truly want, you won’t give it to me,” she shrugs. “So, no.”

What could she possibly want that I can’t give her? This is Eva, for goodness’ sake. What can Eva possibly want?

“Try me,” I hold her gaze, and she shakes her head, looking away. “Eva,” I reach for her chin and tilt her face back to face me, locking our eyes. “Try me.”

“Kiss me,” she chews her lower lip. “Please,” she swallows air.

“Are you drunk, Eva?” I let go of her chin and reach behind her to pull out an almost empty bottle of vodka.

She leans forward, and I am the one drawing backward like she is a venomous snake about to bite me. “Would that make my request viable?”

“Eva, I am not kissing you,” I say. I stand, and she stands with me a little too quickly, almost losing her balance. I sweep in to steady her, her body pressing awareness into mine.

I have seen her. I notice her. She is the daughter of my fucking boss and best friend. Her feelings are all over the place. So many fucking reasons to let her be and pretend tonight never happened. That she never said those words, tearing the veil we have both been hiding behind.

“But you want to. I know you do,” she tips. “I want you to.”

“I can’t,” I shake my head, but I am still holding her around the waist, telling myself I am doing it to help her stand without falling, but I know I can feel my cock straining.

“You wanted to know what would make me happy, that’s all I want,” she shrugs. “I can’t stop thinking about…”

“If I kiss you, there is no going back,” my mouth says one thing, and my hands are unto another, dragging up her arms to cradle her face.

I didn’t want her confessing about her fantasies. They should remain a secret for both our sakes.

“I don’t think I will ever want to go back,” she stands taller.

I can’t say why I lose it, but I do. I slam my lips against hers and steal her first kiss. She tastes like vodka, but also warm and naive. She has no idea what to do with her tongue or how to place her lips, so I teach her.

She breathes, shoving her soft body into me, and one of my hands goes to her back to press her body harder against mine, and I’m afraid she can feel my cock straining for her through the fabric.

I slip my tongue in, and this time, she catches on fast. She follows my lead, kissing me back, her hands searching around and all over me for where and what to hold on to.

No. No. Fucking no.

I pull away. “Fuck,” I stagger back, refusing to meet her eyes. “Fuck,” I turn away, hiding my face from her.

“Fabio…”

“Get back inside, Eva,” I growl, and I feel her flinch back. I don’t waste any more time inside the studio; I take long strides out, knocking over the door.

I need a quick fuck.

I haven’t fucked in a while, thanks to the problem Boris keeps dishing at us.

If I had fucked, I wouldn’t have lost control like that.

Fuck.

I let the veil down. And while I will make myself forget this after tonight, I can at least whisper the truth to myself now.

I kissed her because I wanted to.

I have wanted to for some time now.

Shame on me.

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Fabio

I have taken her punches.

I can stand those. But a slap across my face? That one took me by surprise. I am still in utter shock.

I admit I deserve it and perhaps a little more, but I was am still in shock. Only Eva could dare that. Only she can make my cock rock hard from hitting me across the face.

“Stay away from me, Fabio,” she flips and wanders into the parlor of the main building, passively throwing her salutations with a careless wave of her hand at the men guarding the area.

“Are you good, Eva?” One of the men asks, and she nods, never even looking in his direction.

I go after her, needing to fix what I have broken even though I am short on ideas on how to do it.

I hold back as I see her look toward Salvatore’s quarter. She has been through a lot, and I keep making it fucking difficult for her. But I want better for her. I want her to go for the best and not settle because she was asked to.

She hops up the stairs two at a time, and I match her pace behind her, trying to keep up with her. I don’t know if she knows I’m coming after her, but she shows no sign of it.

She opens the door of her quarter, disappearing into her bedroom, but I quickly put my foot in to stop her from slamming the door in my face. I step in, and the colors of her bedroom smack me hard, making me almost squint as they hit me all at once and scream at the same fucking time.

“Get out of my room, or I will scream.” I am done listening to her, so I close the door, daring her to scream.

I skim the walls of her bedroom to see the pictures on display and my eyes catch sight of me on the wall. I remember that day. I had accompanied them on a family vacation. I never felt like I was part of what was happening. For the first time, I was lost, thinking about my life and pondering on the possibility of having a family of my own.

How time flies.

“You hit me,” I stride to the picture of me on the wall, halting in front of it, observing and appreciating the fact that she did this for me.

“You deserved it,” she grits.

“I did,” I nod and tilt to look at her. At the same time, she tosses her camera on the mattress. “I owe you a new one, too,” I imply with my chin at her camera, and she shrugs it off carelessly. “Eva…”

“I have had enough for one day.” She throws both hands in the air and then lowers them to her hips. “You know what? Whatever. I will find someone else, and I will free you and maybe one day, when it is too late, you may decide if you can be redeemed.,” she halts in front of me. “I have heard all you had to say; now leave my room,” she points at her door.

I want to fix this. I fucking want to, but I am too lost. I know the parts, but I don’t know where they fit, and I fear if I attempt any further, I will cause irreparable damage.

I accept her condition and am about to leave her bedroom.

“Yeah, do that. Leave,” she hollers and scuttles to me. Even though I need to leave, I halt and dare to face her in an attempt to fix this. “Leave,” she stutters.

Bullshit.

She doesn’t mean a word she is saying.

I am expecting a punch as she balls her fists and lifts her hands, aiming them at me, but they go weak, and she clutches my shirt, grabbing whatever fabric from it she can. “Leave,” she hiccups. “Go away.” She is saying one thing but doing an entirely different thing. She steps closer and presses her body against mine.

My cock twitches as I feel the softness of her breasts against my body and the warmth crawling out of her to prick my skin. I groan, hating that I have somehow complicated things by staying.

I should leave at this point.

She shakes me, but her strength is not enough to move me. She gives up on trying to and plasters her hand on my chest, taking the answers she seeks from this situation. If she wants to know if I feel anything for her, my heart is a loud talker right now.

And since she has had her fill of what my treacherous heart has to say, she stands on her toes and melts my restraints with the soft plastering of her forehead on the side of my mouth. I try to catch my breath, but it feels nearly impossible.

I cover her hand on my chest with mine, and since I cannot say the words out loud, I can support my heart to spill them endlessly. I press her hand firmer against my chest, wishing I could tear it open and offer her my heart as a consolation for her hurt.

“I will do it, I will carve it out for you, Eva.”

She cranes her head until her lips find my lips, and it is exactly the kind of push I need to make the proper excuse for deep diving into her. The proper excuse to taste, take, touch, and plunder.

I seize the kiss, swallowing her mouth and her breathy moans. I slink my tongue in, letting her suck it as I do with hers. I give myself to the kiss. I give myself to the urge to own her at this moment, however fleeting.

Her hands come to dig into my hair, and she clamps on the strands like anchors. I kiss, chew, suck, and with each routine, the shackles holding me back break their hold. It is my need to fill her up, to fuck her, to have her, that moves me to clear her off the floor and ease her on the bed.

“Eva,” I beg into her mouth, needing her to ask me to stop because she is the only one who can end this before it gets too far. “I am losing it here,” I confess, but instead of asking me to stop, I feel her pussy twitch under me, and her breathing goes sloppy.

I press my hard cock against her stomach, and the fucking arousal will kill me. I grit my teeth and pull away from her, forcing myself somehow.

I hate that I am this weak around her.

I hate that I want her so much it hurts.

I hate that I cannot get my shit together when it comes to her.

I wield my frustration on the mattress instead. I punch. I keep punching, needing the tightness in my balls to relieve me somehow. I keep punching, needing the swelling of my cock to deflate.

My line of sight catches something, and the wires in my brain fry into chaff as I zone my focus completely on her.

Eva.

Naked.

Fuck me.

I have tried not to go there with her. I have tried never to picture her naked in order to give her the respect she deserves but also because I know that when I cross that border, there will be no going back.

Like right now.

Seeing her curves, her plumpness, her innocence, her fucking everything that looks like it was handpicked by God and put together to make me fall, I can’t go back to not wanting to see, own and fuck.

“Christ,” I spill, gritting. “Oh, fuck it, Eva,” I spring up, sitting as my cock grows and my balls strain like they will burst.

She comes to me, and I let my legs fall open to accept her between them. I am salivating at the sight of her and she might be able to feel it as I pepper her skin with wet kisses on her tummy, licking her like honey.

I grab her ass and trace up to her breasts, then back down to between her legs, finding her wet and ready for me.

“You little devil. I can’t fight…”

Shame on me.

With just a nudge with the tip of her finger, I am dropping on the bed. But very swiftly, I take over, rolling her until she is under me. I kiss her, taking my shoes off in the process with my feet kicking against each other.

I straddle her wetness, plastering my cock against it. I could come from it. I could come from doing this. I am straddling her pussy while my mouth slides down to find her breast and pounce on it like a hungry hound. I suck and flicker.

I trace my hand to her pussy, not surprised to find her wet as I go under her underwear. I groan into her breast in my mouth, slipping my finger in. She is tight, fucking tight. I wasn’t expecting her to be this tight. I slip another finger inside of her, stretching her. Not satisfied because I know I am big, I add another, making it three fingers.

I start to fuck her with my fingers. My mouth finds hers, and I kiss her moan away.

“I want you,” she reaches for my pants, but I do her one good, and help with freeing my cock.

“I am clean, but I will…”

“I am on the pill,” she cuts me, and I am back on her, my foreskin circling her entrance. I aim for the big kill and push it a little in.

Fucking heavens.

This is fucking Eden.

“Too many things to say,” I close my eyes and shake my head because the sweetness of her pussy is in the fleshiness of it. “Too many things to feel,” I push in a little more, and she clenches her teeth. “Too many dreams coming true at this moment,” I grunt, and with a quick thrust, I dive in. “You feel fucking amazing,” I grind my teeth. “Too fucking amazing,” I make the first move of my hips.

I pick up, my entire body trembling with hers as I plunder her. She seems laid back, but very quickly, she comes up to it, circling my waist with her legs and pushing her back up to give me easy access to her—a slightly maddening position. I am going to take her from behind someday.

I groan, and her moan climbs over mine.

I cannot believe I am thinking of fucking her again and in all the fucking positions I like to fuck. She is different. This is different. And no matter her decision, I am deciding here and now that she is the last for me. I am not fucking any other woman ever again.

I meet her eyes, not saying the words but swearing them silently to her. And as if she hears my thoughts, a tear slips. I catch it quickly with my tongue and pounce on her mouth to kiss her.

I plunder her. I dive deeper. I drive deeper into her.

The pleasure swells in my stomach, and from her moans, I know it’s mutual. I want to come with her. I want to teach her body to listen to my command. I want to ruin her for others. I don’t want her to have others.

I cinch our gaze, burrowing into her deep blue eyes, and I plunge, picking up my rhythm but not too fast. I am close. Too fucking close. She is close. I keep up. I find the spot that has her chewing on her lower lip and hammer on it.

Her pussy fists around my cock, and I shame myself at how quickly and uncontrolled I come. I jerk, my muscles contracting and my legs going limp. Thank fuck she comes with me, shuddering and splintering under my jerky thrusts.

I am still in the zone, trying to wrap my mind around having had her. I have tasted her, and I cannot fucking ever not want to have her this way again.

I have complicated things for myself. For us.

“If I could choose, Fabio De Luca, I would still choose you to be my husband,” she mutters, her voice breaking, and the blood in my body dries up.

No, fucking no.

What have I done?

I slip out of her carefully. I can’t undo it. I have to think. I want her. I know I do. But I have to think. Should I ask her to marry me here? Should I confess my love for her right now? Should I let her know I no longer want to keep fighting this? Should I let her know that her body is where I want to call home?

I glide down her body, more than ready to pick up from where we left off. There is nothing to do. I have had her, and I must keep her.

My eyes slide down to between her legs, and I get whiplash at the sight of blood.

“Eva?” This better not be what I am fucking thinking.

She springs up and goes lifeless as she drops her eyes on the stain of blood on the sheets around her pussy. Around my cock.

“For fuck’s sake, Eva,” the realization guts me and I scramble off the bed.

Fuck!

I am her first.

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Fabio

One Month Later…

“You are not doing bad,” Eva chuckles against my chest. Some prints of her red lipstick are already smeared on the fabric of my baby blue suit, which is now being discarded as I toss it at the crowd behind me.

She laughs, and she has no right to.

She dared me to show her what a badass dancer I am, and she is in for a show. I can still bring it on. The pop song she has chosen can try to tamper with my moves, but nothing can stop me from trying to impress her.

She steps away from me and swings her hips, the fringe of her glacial dress for the after-party of our wedding giving her the dancehall dancer tone. She is still wearing her crystal-beaded heels, and I am a little worried for her because she has been dancing in them.

I love everything about her.

I love everything about today.

I can admit that I love this song, but if anyone had played it around me before today, I might have decked the person. Now I love it. My wife loves it, and that makes it the best fucking song in the world.

I will dance to it every day for the rest of our lives if she needs me to. I would dance for her every day for the rest of her life if she asked me. If it will bring this wide, teary smile that is now lining her face as she steps back to appreciate my moves.

I’m all in, shoulders, legs, and waist.

I’m not sure anyone other than Emanuele has ever seen me like this. The first and last time I was like this was when he married Eva’s mom.

A lot has happened, and somehow, my heart is telling me that this is the place it has led us all to.

I go down and swing, steadying myself not to crack something.

The crowd starts to come around. I see some familiar people and some heartwarming faces. My son, Jake, is in a similar outfit as mine since he was the ringbearer on Eva’s demand. I see Vittoria clapping and smiling brighter than I have ever seen her smile. I see Mindy with her date, some Jewish guy with curly hair and pale skin.

Then there is Emanuele, now making his way into the circle to join me on the dance floor. His suit the same color as mine has gone, leaving him with his black dress shirt and baby blue pants.

I didn’t know I still remembered the dance moves we had practiced for his wedding after so many years, but as he began to dance, I found my body moving on its own in sync with him.

When we spin to high-five each other, my mind traps it all: the shimmers of the crystal lights, the guests and the touches of laughter on their faces, the intimacy of the moment, the music, the waft of the spices from the food, the prickling of spilled champagne, the music blaring through the speakers. Tears swell in my chest, but I tamp them down.

This is everything I have ever wanted but couldn’t dare to wish for.

This is all the life I had wanted.

I wish my mother were alive and here to see that I didn’t turn out that bad. I wish my father could see that I am nothing like him, that I am a different man, a better father, and that I will work until my last breath to be nothing short of the best husband and partner.

Vittoria sweeps in to take my hands and dance with me while Emanuele goes to Eva.

“You better treat her right,” she smiles, swinging from side to side. “I will kill you if you mess up,” she delivers her threat casually, and I chuckle.

I know she would. But she will never have to.

Instead, I nod and then tip my head as she draws away to get Emanuele, and Eva comes back to me.

“I love my wedding,” she throws her arms over my shoulders. “I love my husband. I love life.” She laughs so loud that hard tears spill from the corners of her eyes.

And then the music dies and the lights go off.

But outside the hall, the sky lamps are being set off, and strategic white studio lights pour on…

Eva quickly lifts her hand to cover my eyes. “I have a surprise for you, Husband. Close your eyes,” she giggles, and I oblige.

I hear footsteps telling me the guests are filing out, but I do as Eva asks and keep my eyes shut, allowing her to lead me out of the hall.

I try not to stumble over my feet and use all my senses to gather information about my surroundings. The instant we step outside, the air is chill, and the wind bristles over my face, whistling in my ears.

Eva wanted a beach wedding, and she got it.

Whatever Eva wants, I will scour the ends of the world to give it to her. It’s gratifying to see her smile when she gets it. That’s reward enough.

I hear gasps and soft claps, and my body pinches to open my eyes and see what they are about.

“Open them,” Eva whispers in my ear, and I take my time, peeling my eyes apart to come face to face with the best gift anyone could ever give me.

Framed photos of me, dating from years back, and all unawares.

I spin because they are everywhere on canvases. And they are not monochrome. They have their colors. In one, I’m in motion; in another, I am loading my gun; and in another, I am sitting on the stairs in the main parlor of the estate. There are so many.

Eva steps forward, still holding my hand, while Gloria hushes the crowd with the clinking of a miniature bell.

“It’s…” Eva chuckles, clears her throat, and breathes. “It has always been you, Fabio. You were the reason I wanted to capture emotions. Because every time you slipped and showed any, it felt like finding presents under the Christmas tree,” she lifts my hand and plants a kiss on the back of it, the gesture like fluid through syringe shooting into my veins to find a connection to my heart. “You are my muse, and there is no world where I would have settled for anyone but you.”

I drop my eyes, breaking eye contact as I try to gather my thoughts and self. I am one word away from crying, and I can’t do that. I can’t remember the last time I ever cried. I don’t want to make a fool of myself, but she makes it hard not to.

I try not to look around because I already feel myself getting closer to embarrassing myself. But I feel them all around me. I feel the teary eyes, the deep breaths, the admiration, and the awws.

“Fabio De Luca,” she closes the distance, standing with her body brushing against mine. “You are everything and a little too much,” she feeds me back my words. “You are enough and yet more than I could have asked for,” she lifts my hand to her face and presses it flat on her tender cheek. “I cannot predict what the future holds, but,” she drags my hand down her face until it’s pressing flat on her chest. “But as long as life allows me to, I will love you stupid,” she sniffs.

I clamp my eyes, shaking my head as I feel the wetness of the tears tickle my eyelids. I am losing it. I keep them shut, as if the action can rein the tears back.

“I love you, amore, and I will always love you because there was never anyone else for me, and in every alternate universe, there is only you,” she sniffs again. As I open my eyes to hold her face and pull her in for a kiss, my tears run free.

That’s how to break a man.

She hits me where it gets to me the most—my heart.

She hits me with what is the most effective—her love.

Before now, I would have said I don’t deserve her. But to hell with that madness. It is not that I would say I deserve her now. Instead, I will say that I will work every day to show her why I deserve her.

She will never have to doubt that I am the only one for her.

She will never have to doubt that she is the only one for me.

It’s an oath.

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The chill that grips the air does nothing to quell the fire within me as I gaze at Sara. Her trembling, the fear mingling with an unmistakable spark of desire in her eyes, stirs something primal in me. Does she understand the gravity of my words? The lengths to which I would go for her? The very thought sends a surge of both power and trepidation through my veins. It’s a madness, this depth of feeling, but it’s mine to embrace.

My world has been one of control, power, and cold calculations. Yet, her vulnerability in the face of last night’s terror with Lorenzo has cracked something open in me. The instinct to protect, to possess, has always been there, but with Sara, it’s different. It’s a need that courses through me, fierce and unyielding.

I reach out, my hand gently guiding her face towards mine, I’m acutely aware of every nuance of her reaction. The slight hitch in her breath, the softening of her body—she’s an open book to me, and it’s intoxicating. The moment my lips meet hers, the world narrows down to the heat of her mouth, the sweet surrender in her kiss. It’s a confirmation of everything I’ve dared to hope for.

Pulling back, I search her face, looking for any sign of resistance, any trace of reluctance. But there’s none. When she wraps her arms around my neck, returning my kiss with a hunger that matches my own, a growl of satisfaction rises from deep within me. “That’s my girl,” I rasp, the words heavy with promise and possession. “You’re mine now, Sara.”

Her submission is a heady drug, and as I claim her lips again, the world falls away. I’m dimly aware of the risks I’m taking. Yet, in this moment, nothing matters but the heat between us, the fierce promise in my heart to protect her, to make her mine in every way that counts.

I can’t believe this is happening. Sara’s in my arms, her body pressed against mine, and I’m losing myself in the taste of her lips. I’ve wanted her for so long, and now she’s here, giving herself to me willingly.

My hands roam her body, feeling the soft curves and the warmth of her skin. I tear off my shirt, desperate to feel her bare flesh against mine. Her pants slide down her thighs, and I tug them off, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

I can’t get enough of her. My mouth moves to her neck, kissing and biting gently, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. Her hands are everywhere, pulling at my hair, running down my back, and gripping my shoulders.

I love her. The thought hits me like a ton of bricks, and I realize it’s true. I’ve loved her for years, even when I tried to deny it. I need her, and I’m not going to let her go.

My hands move to her hips, pulling her closer, and I can feel her heat against me. I want to be inside her, to claim her as mine, but I know I need to take it slow. She’s a virgin, and I don’t want to hurt her.

I kiss her again, deeper this time, and she moans into my mouth. My hands move to her breasts, cupping them gently, and she arches her back, pressing herself into my touch. I can feel her nipples harden beneath my fingers, and I know she wants me as much as I want her.

I slide my hand down her stomach, feeling her muscles tense beneath my touch. I reach the edge of her underwear, and I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should go further. But then she moans again, and I know she wants this as much as I do.

I slide my hand inside her underwear, feeling the wetness between her legs. She’s so ready for me, and I can’t wait any longer.

I hover above her, my hand planted firmly beside her head. The muscles in my arm stand out sharply, a testament to the power I possess. My bare torso is on full display, and I can feel her eyes roaming over every inch of me. I’m used to women looking at me with desire, but the way she gazes at me is different. It’s as if she’s trying to memorize every line and curve of my body.

I watch as her hands explore me, feeling no shame in her desperation to touch me. I can sense her awe at my strength, and it only fuels my desire for her. I’m gentle with her, but I can feel the potential energy practically begging to explode from the muscles just beneath my smooth skin.

Somewhere between kisses and heavy petting and grinding, we both manage to get completely naked and end up on her bed. It’s the first time she’s ever been naked in front of a man, and I can see the vulnerability in her eyes. But there’s also a fierce determination, a certainty that this is right. That I’m the man she’s supposed to give herself to.

I can feel the heat and wetness between her legs, and I know she wants me inside her. But I’m not ready to give her what she wants just yet. I want to taste her first.

“You want my cock?” I ask, parting from our kiss just long enough to rasp the words into her neck.

“Yes,” she gasps.

“You’ll get it. You’ll get all you can handle, sweetheart. But not before I taste you.”

I revel in her response, her body writhing beneath me as I continue my assault on her sensitive flesh. Her taste is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough. I want to devour her, to consume her until she’s nothing but a trembling mess in my arms.

As her orgasm subsides, I don’t let up. I keep my pace steady, my tongue relentless as I coax another wave of pleasure from her. She gasps and moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tries to pull me closer. I chuckle darkly, loving the way she responds to me.

I slide a finger inside her, feeling her clench around me as I curl it upward, hitting that sweet spot that makes her cry out. I add another finger, stretching her as I pump them in and out in time with my tongue. She’s so wet, so ready for me. I can feel her building toward another release, and I’m determined to make it even more intense than the last.

“Dimitri, please,” she begs, her voice ragged and desperate. “I can’t take anymore.”

But I’m not ready to stop. I want to push her to the edge, to make her scream my name as she comes apart in my arms. I increase my pace, my fingers and tongue working in tandem to drive her higher and higher.

“Please- I just… I need more…”

I don’t need to be asked twice, and my tongue continues to work on me, circling, plunging, exploring, and dragging across her folds and throbbing bud. She tenses beneath me, her body coiled like a spring as she teeters on the brink of release. I can feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And then, with a final cry, she shatters, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave.

I slow my movements, gently lapping at her as she comes down from her high. She’s boneless, her body limp and sated as she lies beneath me.

I can’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact that I’m the one who brought her to this point.

But I’m not done with her yet. I want to make her cum again, to show her just how good it can be between us. I slide up her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her breasts, her neck. She moans, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair as she pulls me closer.

“Again?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Again,” I confirm, my voice low and husky.

I slide back down her body, my tongue tracing a path along her inner thigh. She shivers, her legs parting instinctively as she gives me access to her most sensitive spot. I lick her again, savoring the way she tastes, the way she responds to my touch.

She’s already so close, I can feel it. I slide a finger inside her, curling it upward as I flick my tongue against her clit. She cries out, her hips bucking as she grinds against me. I can feel her muscles clenching around my finger, her body tensing as she hurtles towards release.

And then she’s there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cries out my name, her body shaking as she comes apart in my arms. I keep licking her, prolonging her pleasure as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm.

When she finally stills, I slide up her body, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She’s breathing heavily, her eyes closed as she tries to catch her breath. I can feel her heart racing beneath my fingertips, and I know that I’ve done my job well.

I’m panting, my heart pounding in my chest as I plant my hands on either side of Sara’s head. I can feel the heat radiating off her body, and it’s driving me wild. I look down, seeing my cock poised at her entrance, and I swear to God, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

“I need you to relax for me, printsessa,” I say, my voice low and rough. I can see the apprehension in her eyes, but she nods, trusting me.

She raises her eyebrows, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “I am very relaxed right now Dimitri.”

I chuckle, feeling some of the tension ease out of me. “Good. Because this is going to be a fucking tight fit.”

I grip myself at the base, rubbing the head of my cock against her folds. She’s so wet, so ready for me. I can feel her heat, her slickness, and it’s like a match to gasoline. I groan, feeling the pleasure shoot through me as I press myself into her opening.

At first, there’s just a stretching sensation. I can see the surprise in her eyes, the question of how something so big can fit into something so small. I push in and out, easing myself in bit by bit. I can feel her body resisting, then yielding, then welcoming me. The slight sting of her core stretching to fit me gives way to an incredible sense of connection, of knowing that right now, we’re completely absorbed into each other.

She sucks in a sharp breath and I know it’s her hymen. I groan, feeling a primal satisfaction knowing that I’m the one taking her virginity. She grips my back, her fingers digging into my muscle as I continue to push myself deeper and deeper inside her.

“You are mine Sara. You are fucking mine,” I growl, feeling the possessiveness surge through me. It seems to take forever before I’m fully inside her, but God, it feels more amazing than I ever imagined. I keep stroking her clit, and moving myself further into her, so that the initial pain will give way to pleasure.

I find a rhythm, one that has her gasping and moaning beneath me. “Dimitri- Oh my God,” she gasps, her eyes wide and filled with wonder.

“Fuck,” I groan, feeling my control slipping. “I love how sensitive you are, printsessa.”

She blushes, biting her lip to keep in her moans. I can see the worry in her eyes, the fear that someone might hear. I close my eyes, pumping myself harder into her. My grip on her hips tightens, and I increase my pace, my cock a blur of motion inside her.

She’s on the edge when I squeeze her hips almost painfully tight and groan, leaning my head back. I feel my cock pulse inside her, feel the warmth spreading between us. I’ve just come inside her, and the intimacy of it pushes her over the edge. Her core clenches around my length, squeezing me tighter, as if her body wants to milk every last drop of my cum.

I sag against her, grinning with satisfaction. I plant a quick kiss on her lips, feeling a sense of completeness that I’ve never felt before. “Holy shit,” I whisper, my voice filled with awe.

“How was that, Sara?” I ask, my voice low and husky. I can see the shock in her eyes, the way she’s struggling to find words. I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing I’m the one who left her speechless.

She doesn’t answer. She can’t. She’s still trying to process what just happened. I’ve never seen her like this before. It’s… intoxicating.

“If you can’t even speak,” I say, a hint of amusement in my voice, “I must have done something right.”

She’s still silent, her eyes wide. I can see the wheels turning in her head, the gears grinding as she tries to make sense of it all.

“You know, I didn’t use a condom, I wanted to feel you. All of you.” I say, very casually. I watch as the color drains from her face, her eyes widening even more.

I can see the shock turning into anger, her eyes narrowing. “You could have gotten me pregnant!” she says, her voice rising.

I chuckle. “That’s the idea,” I say, my voice low and dangerous. I can see the fear in her eyes, but there’s something else there too. Defiance. It’s… exciting.

She’s furious. She hits me on the shoulder, hard. “You can’t just do that without asking me!” She hits me again, her eyes blazing.

“You didn’t seem to mind. You’re mine now, Sara,” I say, smirking. I twist a strand of her hair around my finger, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. “Your father will finally give you to me once you get pregnant. A child will forfeit your engagement.”

She hits me again, her eyes filled with rage. “Shut up, you beast.”

“You are mine now, printsessa,” I say, leaning in close. “I ruined you for anyone else.”

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Dimitri

I can’t help it, I’m drawn to her.

Sara Amato.

The name itself feels like a song, a sweet melody that’s stuck on repeat in my head. I’ve been in this class for twenty minutes now, sitting at the back, nursing a cold cup of coffee. My eyes keep flicking to the entrance, waiting for that flash of long brown hair and those grey eyes that hold galaxies within them.

The lecture drags on, the professor’s words bouncing off me like bullets off a tank. My mind’s elsewhere, caught up in thoughts of Sara. It’s been years since I first saw her. She was just a girl then, but she left an imprint on my soul, one that not even time could wash away.

The moment I heard of her choice of university, I knew it was fate playing its hand. Same university, same course – Business and Management. It couldn’t be a coincidence; we’re two pieces of the same puzzle destined to fit together.

The door creaks open and there she is. A breath catches in my throat as she steps inside, unaware of the predatory eyes following her every move. She’s more beautiful than I remember; all grown up and full of fire.

Her gaze scans the room and for a moment our eyes lock. My heart pounds against my ribcage like a wild beast trying to break free. The look in her eyes… It’s not recognition, but something else – curiosity maybe?

My fingers tighten around the cup as she finds a seat at the front, right under the professor’s nose. A smart move for a studious girl like her. She flips open her notebook and I can almost see the gears turning in her head.

The thought crosses my mind right then.

I’ll break every rule for this girl.

No matter what it takes, Sara will be mine. The Bratva protocols can go to hell for all I care. The ruthless man that I am, I won’t stop until she’s by my side, where she belongs.

The hum of voices and the clatter of chairs fill the room as the lecture concludes. My gaze never strays from her. From Sara. She’s deep in thought, her brow furrowed as she jots down notes. A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. Always the diligent student.

Just then, a girl slides into the seat next to Sara, her blonde hair bobbing as she excitedly taps on Sara’s shoulder. My fists clench instinctively. Who is she? And why is she invading Sara’s space?

“Hey, I’m Martha,” the girl announces, her voice a high-pitched squeak that grates on my nerves.

Sara looks up, surprised, but quickly composes herself. “Hi, Martha,” she responds, and I feel a shiver snake its way down my spine at the sound of her voice. It’s as sweet as honey, yet holds an edge that could cut glass.

“I noticed we’re taking the same classes,” Martha continues, oblivious to my intense scrutiny from across the room. “Maybe we could study together sometime?”

Sara nods, a hint of relief in her eyes. “I’d like that,” she replies, her words echoing in my ears. They exchange phone numbers and, as soon as class is over, Martha leaves.

I’ve heard her voice now – that soft melody that matches the rhythm of my heartbeat – and it feels like I’ve been starved for it all these years without knowing it. I crave more. I want to hear her laugh, hear her cry, hear her scream out my name…

Everyone starts packing up, eager to escape the confines of the lecture hall but my gaze remains fixated on Sara as she gathers her things, her brow furrowed in concentration. I savor the sight of her, knowing that every moment I get to watch her is a gift.

A guy from our class, a jock with more brawn than brains, struts towards Sara. His cocky grin screams trouble. He stops at her desk, leaning against it in what he probably thinks is a casual pose. I grit my teeth. Who does he think he is?

Sara looks up, her eyes meeting his for a moment before they flicker away in annoyance. I can’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction at her reaction.

“Hey beautiful, can I get your number?” he asks with a sleazy grin.

Sara didn’t even look up. “No thanks,” she mutters as she continues gathering her stuff.

The guy leans in closer. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. We could have some fun together.”

I feel my blood boil at his words. How dare he speak to her that way? My hands curl into fists under the desk.

Sara’s eyes flash with anger. She whirls around to face him. “I said no. Now fuck off before I make you regret opening your mouth,” she spits

The guy recoils in surprise and mumbles something incoherent before slinking away with his tail between his legs.

I can’t help but chuckle. Feisty. Just my type.

Sara swings her bag over her shoulder and strides out of the classroom, head held high. I quickly gather my things and follow her out.

I keep my distance as she strides down the hallway. Her bag bounces against her hip with each determined step. I can’t take my eyes off her.

She turns the corner and I quicken my pace. I see her push through the exit doors leading outside. This is my chance. I follow her out into the crisp autumn air. She’s walking briskly across the quad, her hair blowing behind her.

My heart pounds as I close the distance between us. Just before she reaches the next building, I make my move. My hand darts out and grabs her wrist. She whips around, eyes blazing.

“What the f-”

I cut her off by dragging her into the alley between the science building and the admin offices. I press her against the brick wall, caging her in with my arms.

“Let go of me!” she shouts, squirming against my grip.

“Shhh,” I whisper, leaning in close. Her eyes blaze with anger and she tries to wrench free but I press my body against hers, trapping her in place.

“I saw the way that meathead was looking at you,” I murmur, my lips grazing her ear. She flinches away in disgust but I don’t let go. “How did it make you feel, knowing you had his attention? Did it get your heart racing, even just a little?”

I slide my hand from her mouth, trailing it down her neck. Her lips peel back in a snarl.

“Let me show you how good I can make you feel,” I purr, nuzzling into her hair.

Before I can react, her knee slams up into my crotch. White hot agony explodes through my groin and I double over with a choked groan, stumbling back.

Sara wastes no time. She shoves me hard and I collapse to the ground, writhing in pain.

“Fuck off and leave me alone, you creep!” she spits, her voice dripping with contempt. She flips me off for good measure before spinning on her heel and stalking away.

A fire ignites within me, burning away the pain. No one has ever dared defy me like that. But I like it. I like her spark. It only makes me want her more.

And I always get what I want.

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Dimitri

Sara grins and takes my hand, leading me towards the elevators. I follow eagerly, anticipation building as we step into the elevator and she presses the button for the top floor.

As soon as the doors slide closed, I pull Sara into my arms, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. She responds fervently, her fingers tangling in my hair. By the time we reach our suite, we’re both a bit breathless.

I slide the key card and usher Sara inside the luxurious room. Floor-to-ceiling windows provide a breathtaking view of the city skyline glittering below us. Sara wanders over and gazes out appreciatively.

“It’s beautiful up here,” she says.

I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Not as beautiful as you,” I murmur against her neck.

Sara laughs softly, twisting in my embrace to face me, her arms encircling my neck. The look in her smoldering eyes makes my pulse race with desire.

“I think you’re still wearing too many clothes, Mr. Amato,” she says teasingly.

“Well then, allow me to remedy that situation, Mrs. Amato.”

I take a moment to drink in the sight of Sara before me, her eyes dark with desire and her lips parted in anticipation. She’s so beautiful it takes my breath away. I slowly trace my fingers along the curve of her jaw, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.

With a gentle tug, I pull the zipper of her dress down, revealing the smooth expanse of her back. The fabric pools at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her lacy underwear. I can’t help but let out a low growl of appreciation at the sight of her.

Sara bites her lip, her eyes never leaving mine as I reach around to unclasp her bra. It falls away, leaving her breasts bare and exposed to my hungry gaze. I cup them in my hands, feeling their weight and softness. Sara gasps as I brush my thumbs over her nipples, already hard and sensitive.

I lean down to capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and teasing it until she’s moaning and writhing against me. My other hand roams down her body, tracing the curve of her waist and hips before slipping into her panties.

Sara gasps as I touch her, my fingers finding her already wet and ready for me. I stroke her gently, feeling her body tremble and arch towards me. She’s so responsive, so eager for my touch, it’s intoxicating.

I scoop Sara up into my arms, carrying her over to the bed. I lay her down gently, my eyes never leaving hers as I strip off my own clothes. She watches me with a heated gaze, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

I climb onto the bed, settling myself between her legs. I kiss her deeply, my tongue tangling with hers as I continue to touch her. She moans into my mouth, her hips bucking against my hand.

I slide one finger inside her, feeling her tightness and heat. Sara gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as I begin to move my finger in and out. I add a second finger, stretching her and preparing her for what’s to come.

Sara’s moans grow louder, her body writhing beneath me as I continue my ministrations. I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, her muscles tensing and her breath coming in short gasps.

I pull back slightly, breaking the kiss and looking down at her. Her eyes are closed, her face flushed with pleasure.

I can feel Sara’s breath hitch as I continue to move my fingers inside her, her body writhing beneath me. She’s so close, I can feel it. But I want to make this last. I want to savor every moment of this.

Suddenly, Sara’s eyes fly open and she looks up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I want to be on top,” she says, her voice low and husky.

I raise an eyebrow in surprise, but I’m more than happy to oblige. I pull my fingers out of her and roll onto my back, watching as Sara straddles me. She’s so beautiful, sitting there on top of me with her hair cascading down her back and her eyes filled with desire.

Sara reaches down and begins to unbutton my shirt, her fingers deftly working the buttons through the holes. I lift my head slightly so she can pull the shirt off over my head, revealing my bare chest.

Sara’s eyes roam over my body, taking in every inch of me. She leans down and presses her lips to my chest, kissing me slowly and deliberately. I can feel her warm breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I reach up and run my fingers through her hair, pulling her closer to me. I can feel her nipples harden against my chest as she continues to kiss me, her tongue darting out to taste my skin.

Sara’s hands begin to wander down my body, tracing the lines of my abs and chest. She reaches the waistband of my pants and begins to undo the button, her fingers deftly working the zipper down.

I lift my hips slightly so she can pull my pants off, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. Sara’s eyes widen as she takes in the sight of my erection straining against the fabric.

She leans down and presses her lips to the bulge, kissing me through the fabric. I can feel the heat of her breath against my skin, making me even harder.

Sara hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down, freeing my cock. She looks up at me with a wicked grin before taking me into her mouth.

I let out a low groan as I feel her warm, wet mouth envelop me. She begins to move her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock.

She’s teasing me, taking her time as she explores every inch of me with her mouth. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but just as I’m about to cum, she pulls away.

“Sara,” I growl, my voice low and husky. “Don’t stop.”

She looks up at me with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Who said I was going to stop?”

She leans down and begins to kiss me again, her lips moving up and down my shaft. I can feel myself getting harder and harder, my body aching for release. But just as I’m about to cum again, she pulls away once more.

“Sara,” I say, my voice strained.

She laughs softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

I can feel myself getting frustrated, my body on edge. I want to cum so badly, but Sara is teasing me mercilessly. I reach down and grab her hair, pulling her towards me.

“Dimitri,” she gasps, her eyes wide with surprise.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I say, my voice rough. “I need you.”

She smiles and leans down, her lips brushing against mine. “I need you too,” she whispers.

I can’t believe how good this feels. We haven’t done it in over a month, since before the baby came. Her doctor gave us the go-ahead just this morning. Sara’s hand guides my dick inside her, and I let out a low groan as I feel her warmth envelop me. She moans loudly, her head thrown back in pleasure. I watch as her breasts bounce with each movement, and I can’t help but reach up to grab them.

“Fuck, Sara,” I growl, my voice low and husky. “You feel so good. I missed this so much.”

She smiles down at me, her eyes dark with desire. “You like that?” she asks, her voice teasing.

I nod, my hands gripping her hips as she begins to move on my dick. At first, she moves slowly, her movements deliberate and sensual. But then she picks up the pace, bouncing faster and faster. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but I don’t want this to end.

“Slow down, baby,” I say, my voice strained. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

Sara grins and leans down to whisper in my ear. “Who says I want you to cum already?” she asks, her voice low and seductive.

I groan as she begins to move again, her hips grinding against mine. I can feel every inch of her, and it’s driving me wild. I reach up to grab her hair, pulling her head back so I can kiss her neck.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her skin. “I could do this all night.”

Sara moans in response, her movements becoming more erratic. I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer.

Her breasts are bouncing in time with her movements, and I can’t help but reach up and grab them again.

Sara leans forward, bracing herself on my chest as she continues to ride me. I can feel her breath hot against my skin, her hair tickling my face. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to me as I thrust up into her.

“Cum for me, baby,” I say, my voice rough. “I want to feel you cum on my dick.”

But just as she’s about to go over the edge, she stops suddenly. She looks down at me with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice strained.

“I want you to cum with me,” she says, her voice low and husky.

I groan in frustration, but I can’t deny that the thought of cumming together is incredibly hot. I reach up to grab her hips, pulling her down onto me as I thrust up into her.

“Okay, baby,” I say, my voice low and intense. “Let’s do this together.”

Sara smiles and begins to move again, her hips grinding against mine. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I know she’s right there with me.

“Come for me, Dimitri,” she says, her voice breathy. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

I groan as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I can feel my balls tightening, and I know I’m about to come.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” I say, my voice strained. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”

Sara moans in response, her movements becoming more erratic. I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I know she’s about to cum too.

“Cum with me, Dimitri,” she says, her voice low and intense. “Cum with me now.”

I groan as I feel myself going over the edge. I can feel my dick pulsing inside her, and I know I’m coming.

“Fuck, Sara,” I growl, my voice low and intense. “I’m cumming.”

Sara moans in response, her movements becoming more erratic. I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I know she’s about to cum too.

“Cum with me, baby,” I say, my voice rough. “Cum with me now.”

Sara lets out a loud moan as she goes over the edge. I can feel her pussy clenching around my dick, and I know she’s cumming.

“Oh fuck, Dimitri,” she cries out, her voice breathy.

I groan as I feel her cumming around my dick. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and I can’t believe how good it feels.

Sara collapses on top of me, her body trembling with pleasure. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both catch our breath.

We lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms. I can feel Sara’s heart beating against my chest, and I know that I never want to let her go.

My fingers lazily trail up and down her bare back and I press a kiss to her hair, inhaling her sweet scent.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of being with you like this,” I murmur.

Sara tilts her face up to me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Mmm, me neither.”

She stretches up to give me a slow, sensual kiss before nestling back against me with a contented sigh. We lay quietly for a few minutes, simply enjoying the intimacy of the moment. My mind drifts to thoughts of our future together.

“You know,” I say, “seeing you graduate today got me thinking.”

Sara props herself up on one elbow, looking at me curiously. “Oh? What about?”

“About what comes next for you. For us.” I brush a strand of hair back from her face. “I know how passionate you are about your studies. How driven you’ve been to finish your degree.”

Sara nods, her expression thoughtful. “It’s been my dream for so long to get my bachelor’s. But now that I’m here…” She bites her lip.

“You’re wondering what’s next, aren’t you?” I finish for her.

“Yeah, I guess I am. We never really talked about what I’d do after graduating. I figured once we got married, I’d be expected to just be a housewife and mother.”

I take her hand, bringing it to my lips for a kiss. “Sara, you should know by now I want you to be happy. To pursue your passions, whatever they may be.”

Her eyes light up. “Really?”

“Of course.” I caress her cheek. “If you wanted to keep studying, get your master’s or even PhD, I’d support you completely. I know how brilliant you are, zvezda moya. I want to see you shine.”

“Dimitri…” Sara’s eyes glisten with emotion. She kisses me deeply. When we finally break apart, she asks excitedly, “Do you really mean it? You’d let me keep going to school?”

I chuckle at her enthusiasm. “Yes, as long as you save time for me too.” I wink playfully.

Sara laughs. “Oh, I think we’d manage.” She kisses along my jawline teasingly.

“Mmm, if this is the kind of persuasion I can expect, then I most definitely approve of more schooling for you,” I murmur, rolling us so I hover over her.

Sara grins up at me impishly. ” Maybe you could help keep me motivated?”

“I like the way you think, Mrs. Amato.” I trail kisses down her neck and across her collarbone as she sighs blissfully. “You know… if you do continue with your advanced degrees, we may need to eventually think about expanding our family.”

Sara glances up at me with a raised brow. “Oh? You want more kids already?”

I shrug, giving her a crooked smile. “I mean, one child is wonderful, of course. But just imagine – a whole house full of little ones running around. All of them taking after their brilliant, beautiful mother.”

Sara bites her lip, looking thoughtful. “It would be nice for our little one to have siblings close in age to play with…”

“Exactly,” I say. “And you know how I love to practice making babies with you.” I punctuate this with a squeeze to her backside that makes her yelp and laugh.

“You’re incorrigible,” Sara says, swatting my chest playfully. But her eyes shine with happiness.

“Perhaps.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “If I agree to fully support you pursuing higher education, would you consider giving me a second little one once you’ve finished your Masters?”

Sara pretends to consider this seriously for a moment. “Hmm well, I suppose that sounds like a reasonable arrangement, Mr. Amato.” Her eyes sparkle mischievously. “Especially if we seal the deal how we just did.”

“I like the way you negotiate, Mrs. Amato,” I growl playfully, Sara giggles then moans as I kiss a heated trail down her body.

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Anya

It doesn’t feel right to wear this much black.

Nikolai wears black every single day but since Ivan’s funeral it just feels… different. Everything is too somber. Nikolai has spent so much in his office that I don’t know how to help. I keep trying to rack my brain as much as I can to think of something that will get him out of his funk.

Last night he mentioned something about appointing a new right-hand man today. Somebody from within the ranks that has really proved himself. I think it can only be a good thing. Nikolai has me, of course, he always has me, but Ivan was special to him. A friendship like that isn’t easy to replace and I know that one way or another he needs to fill that role for himself or else the power vacuum will keep, well, sucking.

I know that there was absolutely nothing that I could have done to help save Ivan. I know that it was out of my control, but I still feel somewhat responsible. I just want to do… something. Nikolai is processing as best as he can. Which leaves me here, sitting on the couch watching yet another documentary about my favorite artists. It’s always been soothing to watch art being created. I love listening to them talking about their processes and the way their ideas come to them. At least, I usually do. Today, I have popcorn and snacks and all matter of unhealthy things piled out on the table in front of me while I lounge in my comfiest clothes, one of Nikolai’s shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. But the documentary is mostly just background noise. I can see it happening, the lights and colors dance over the dimmed room that I’m sitting in, but I can’t really hear any of it. Not really.

I don’t even notice the body lingering in the doorway. I’ve gotten far too accustomed to Nikolai’s men hanging around. I think it would be more unusual to not have a giant, muscled man watching my every move. I don’t like dehumanizing the bodyguards, but they are just a constant, permanent fixture in my life now. They don’t even seem to like to talk much. They are good enough to me and I know that they make Nikolai feel safer with me being out and about, so I tolerate them.

Which is precisely why it doesn’t even register when Horus appears with ice cream until he sits down on the couch beside me.

“I was not sure how you liked your Sunday’s, Mrs. Volkovich, so I hope that it is alright that I guessed.” Horus speaks in his accented lilt as he settles into the seat next to me. I notice that he, too, has a large ice cream bowl in his hands. The flavors of his are different, and the toppings slightly more varied but I’m more than happy to indulge in any ice cream whatsoever, so I help myself to the bowl that he brought me.

“That’s very kind of you, thank you.” I answer, pushing around the freshly whipped cream with my spoon, “but, please, just call me Anya.”

“You looked like you could perhaps use some company,” Horus continues. “I know that I am a new face that you are growing accustomed to, but I hope that I am not intruding.”

He was right. I did need some company. “No, please, anybody can watch tv.” I smile softly at him, even if I don’t feel the true emotions behind the gesture.

“I hope that it is not too forward for me to ask, but how was your day at work?”

The question strikes me as funny. “My day?” I asked with a more genuine laugh. “I think that the events of my day would bore somebody like you greatly.”

Horus angles his head as he looks at me. “Why do you say that?”

“Well it’s not nearly as interesting as what you guys do, is it?”

The corner of Horus’ mouth tilts upward. “And just what do you think that we do all day? I will grant you that certain days are much more interesting than others, but we do not run around shooting things up and rescuing damsels all day every day.”

In truth, I think that is something along the lines of what I thought that they did. The sheer amount of paperwork that I have seen Nikolai do has somewhat disenchanted me from the whole thing, but I thought that was the exception, not the rule.

“Do not delude yourself into thinking that the work that you do with the doctor is any less valuable. I assure you that you are just as vital as I am,” Horus says before he eats some more of his ice cream.

Only for it to fall right off his spoon and onto his very expensive looking tie. He swears under his breath and leans forward to place his bowl down. He grabs a napkin and starts to very carefully blot at the mess and swears again.

The first time I hear him say the word in Arabic, I’m not sure that I hear him right, but when he repeats it I am certain. One of the few languages that I happen to be fluent in.

I can’t stop the smirk from claiming me as I answer him in perfect Arabic. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

Horus answers me without thinking. “My mother would turn over in her grave to hear such words.”

It is only after he finishes speaking that he seems to realize that I spoke to him in his native tongue. The shocked look on his face is perhaps that very best thing that I’ve seen all day long. This time, my laughter comes out easily and freely. It feels so good to laugh until my cheeks hurt at the sign of the Bratva second in command, shocked over me and wearing ice cream on his clothes. It’s so desperately human that it cheers me right up.

“I am pleased that my misfortune amuses you, Mrs. Volkovich.”

“I am sorry. It’s not funny,” I say quickly, trying to reign in my laughter and failing miserably. “It’s not! I promise! Can I get you anything? And I did tell you to call me Anya.”

Horus pulls off his tie and carefully folds it into his pocket. “No, I simply need to be more careful, Anya.”

“Now that, I am sure that your mother would be pleased to hear. Tell me more about your family. Where are they?” I ask him conversationally. I’ve forgotten all about the documentary playing in the background.

“Dead, unfortunately. I came to work for Nikolai shortly after I turned eighteen. I had lost my family the year before.” Horus smiles tightly. The pain of losing them so young likely still stings.

I can relate to that. “I’m sorry.”

“It happens all of the time, I am sure. It feels good to speak their language again, though. I feared that I would never have the opportunity. My father passed of a heart attack, my mother of a broken heart shortly after and I left my country and never looked back…”

“Well, I am happy to be the one to bring some joy to your life then, Horus. I know how happy my husband is that you are serving at his side now.”

“I hope to do him proud. I owe Mr. Volkovich a great deal for taking me in, for teaching me skills, letting me climb in the ranks as he has. I am partially the man that I am today because he took a chance on me.”

I would imagine so. I remember Nikolai telling me something similar about the way that his own father made him climb the ranks to earn his position. Perhaps Nikolai sees something of his own journey in Horus’.

“I think that everybody needs somebody in this world.” I admit. “I know that I do, anyway. It can get lonely when you’re on your own, it starts to feel too big. That’s why I’m so happy to be here, helping in whatever way I can.”

“I know that feeling all too well.” Horus admits. I can see the sadness behind his eyes, the hope for a friendship that I think that we both desperately need. “But now we are here, part of something bigger than ourselves. A type of family of another kind.”

“Exactly.” I beam. I lean forward and give him a can of soda, which looks horribly out of place in his hand, but he accepts it anyway as I lift mine into a toast. “To finding friends, however they get here.”

“To new friendships, and bright futures.” Horus tapped the aluminum brim against mine, and we both deink.

When I smiled, it doesn’t feel forced at all.

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Alek

Four Months Later

Anya was impossibly beautiful when I met her, but she looks even more like an angel now. She’s only just started to show that darling belly. She and Helena have been taking advantage of the local yoga studio and the pregnancy classes they offer. She is busy with the final touches to our house, then we can move in. I offered to just get the bedroom up and going but she said that she’s ready to start nesting as quickly as possible. I guess that I can’t deny her that.

As if I ever really had the power to deny her anything at all.

Whatever Anya and our child wants, she’s going to get.

We have yet another dinner planned for tonight. I’m planning on asking her a very, very important question. One that will tie the two of us together for life if she says yes. I’ve picked out a stunning ring for her, one that will fit her exotic charm and beauty. But there’s something that I have to do first, even if I don’t want to.

I had to pull a hell of a lot of strings to get the meeting I’m going to today. I need everything to go perfectly so that I can fly back home in time to make my dinner date.

Before Anya can marry me, she has to divorce Nikolai officially in the eyes of the court. While I detest the legal system and just about everything involved with it, I know that there’s really not much of a choice. This is what she wants, to be free from him once and for all so that she can take my name. Anya wants this finished before she gives birth so that there can be no issue with the birth certificate. It’s my job to make that happen. No matter what it takes. So, that’s exactly what I plan on doing.

I’ve had Horus deliver at least a dozen copies of the divorce paperwork to the maximum-security prison where Nikolai is being kept, but the bastard has refused to sign a single one. What he’s hoping he’s going to get out of that is unclear. It’s why I am dragging my ass across the country to go and see his miserable ass. Whatever it takes to change his mind.

I take my sunglasses off as the security camera scans me and permits me access. I’m sure that at least half of the guards here would love to lock me up with the rest of the criminals and throw away the key, but money can buy just about anything. And I have all of Nikolai’s.

They take me to a room where Nikolai is waiting, chained and cuffed to the table, his hands shackled to the floor. He’s wearing a mask over the lower half of his face that looks like something straight out of a horror movie. I guess he tried biting again.

I don’t bother with pleasantries or greetings as I slide into the chair across from his and lean back. I cross one ankle over my knee and wait for him to speak first. I place the papers on the table and pull a pen from my pocket. I’m not stupid enough to put it within his easy reach. Not yet. Not until I know that he’s going to sign.

“You’ve wasted your time, Ivankov,” Nikolai practically spits his words at me. “I’m not signing shit.”

“Still haven’t learned to share in there? Pity.” I grin, mostly because I know that it’s going to piss him off… and I just can’t help myself.

“I’m not signing that.”

“Anya will divorce you one way or another. You can spare yourself the humiliation of being dragged through court and her testimony by just signing, asshole.”

“Watch your fucking mouth.”

“I don’t have to watch anything. I’m not the prisoner here, prick.” I continue. Riling him up isn’t going to help anything, I know that. But if he thinks that he’s going to get something out of this deal, he needs to spit it out fast. I don’t have much time here.

Nikolai growls, fuming.

I sigh, relenting. I check my watch. I really do have to get a move on things. “You’re wasting my time. And, unlike you, I have things to do. So, what’s it going to take for you to sign these papers?”

“You think that I don’t know what you’ve been up to? The things that you’ve stolen from me? You can’t possibly think that it’s going to last.”

“Actually, I do think that. I didn’t make any moves in secret, Volkovich. I wanted you to know that I took everything from you. It’s the very least you deserve. I hope you understand how it feels. Isn’t that part of your rehabilitation program? Humility? Making amends?”

“Go fuck yourself.” Nikolai spits again.

“I would rather fuck your wife.” My smile is bordering on feral. It’s hard to keep from leaning across this table and smashing Nikolai’s face into the metal over and over again. I want nothing more than to see him bleed.

We both seem to have learned excellent restraint, but really, it’s probably just because we are being so closely watched at this exact moment.

“I’m going to get out of here, Ivankov.”

“Not likely,” I gloat as I cross my arms over my chest.

“I am, and you’re going to help me do it if you want me to sign those damned papers.” Nikolai says with a knowing smirk.

Of course that’s what he wants. Of course he does. He probably thinks that there’s some sort of poetic irony over the whole thing. I have to fight to keep from sneering at him for the sheer nerve of asking me such a thing. I would love nothing more than to slap the sheer arrogance right off his damned face.

“And what makes you think that I’m going to give you anything at all? I’m only here as a courtesy that you sure as hell don’t deserve in the first place.” I lean forward, making sure that he’s getting my point.

“Yes, well, when you commandeered all my assets like some bandit in the night, you effectively prevented me from hiring my own council. So you can either hire one on my behalf, or you can give my funds back. Either or.” Nikolai continues.

“I don’t think that you understand the position that you’re in here. You have no leverage. Nothing to bargain with. I don’t have to give you shit.”

“If you want me to sign those papers you do. Hire my lawyer, and you can have the whore.”

My knuckles crack from the force of not punching him. What I wouldn’t give to be able to lock him in a room somewhere and punch him until every bone in my fist breaks.

“And just who might this lawyer that you’re wanting be?”

“Kate Thorne.” Nikolai says flatly.

I scoff. Everybody has heard of her. “She’s never going to work with somebody like you.”

“Of course she will. She is known for taking on the toughest challenges, and my case will be for her. She will take it, because you’re going to pay whatever fee that she names, no matter how high. Or else, I’m keeping Anya.”

I sneer at him. I push away from the table. “We’re done here.”

“Oh, and you’re going to testify in my favor too.” Nikolai adds.

“You’re truly delusional, do you know that?”

“I’m correct. That is what’s going to happen. If you want to storm out of here and talk it over with Anya, be my guest, but you will be back here because you’re going to realize that this is your only option. I’m getting out of this prison whether you like it or not. You will do this, and we will finish our business later. As free men. Don’t you want to see which one of us is really going to come out on top?” Nikolai taunts.

I do. I do want to see how that fight goes. But it’s not just me that I have to think about. It’s Anya and the baby. We still haven’t even learned the sex of the child yet. Anya says that she doesn’t want to know because it doesn’t matter.

No lawyer in their right might will let him out. No judge or jury will permit something like that with the a crime list as long as his.

It might be a mistake, but I know in my bones that he’s going to rot in here.

Besides, if he’s out of prison it will make it all the easier for me to put a bullet between his eyes. I won’t even feel bad about it. “Fine.” The word is like bile on my tongue.

“I want more than that, Ivankov.”

“You have my word, Volkovich, I’ll get you the damned lawyer but we both know it’s not going to be enough to get out of here.”

Nikolai leans forward, his fingertips brushing the bottom of the divorce decree and pulls it closer to him. He holds his hand out expectantly for me to put the pen in his hands, and I oblige him. What choice is there? There is nothing that I won’t do for Anya’s happiness. If she wants a huge wedding and rings and a legal ceremony, then that’s exactly what she’s going to get.

No matter the cost.

“Actually,” Nicolai smirks gleefully. “Perhaps my new lawyer ought to be the one to look over these papers before I go ahead and sign them. Why don’t you just go ahead and pass all of those on along to Ms. Thorne and she can bring them back here when she’s done looking over everything.”

Of course, the bastard would pull something like this. Of course, he’s going to try to pull something at the very last minute to ensure that he keeps having the upper hand.

The plastic of the pen threatens to break in my hand.

“You should probably get a move on, though. My sources say that my wife is a good few months along now. I don’t think that I have to remind you what will happen if she still has my last name when the child is born?”

I don’t even want to know how he knows. Anya is going to be devastated when she finds out that he knows. She’s been so damned careful. It’s almost impossible to get her out of the house since she started showing, all for nothing. All of this, all of our vigilance and efforts have been for fucking nothing.

“And I will lay claim to that child, Alek, if it is born with my name. Mark my word., Nikolai promises, a sinister twist in his voice as his lips twist higher into a feral smile.

I tuck the divorce papers away in my coat, slip my glasses back on my face and head out of the prison. Anything for the happiness of my family. Anything.

***

Tonight was supposed to be a wonderful occasion and I can’t help but feel like I ruined it. We have only just finished our meal but the engagement ring in my pocket already feels like a weight. How am I supposed to look Anya in the eye and tell her what happened today? I had hoped that I could present her with the papers signed. I was going to grant her the freedom that she has been obsessed with over the last few months, and rightly so. Then, I was going to present her with the option of joining herself to me.

I know that she wants to. She’s been hinting at it. Not subtly either.

The ring that I have purchased for her, she practically picked out herself. Short of going there and pulling it out and taking my card. She talks about marriage all the time and how things in our future are going to be. It wasn’t something that I had ever given any true serious thought to before her. Lilian and I would have probably gotten married at some point, but not for love. We would have done it for Henry.

Henry who has become the light of our lives.

Just this morning he finished picking the final touches that he wants to put onto his room when it is finished at our house. Anya has been furniture shopping while helping Helena with some of her online courses. My sister has decided that in addition to being a middle school teacher, she also wants to obtain her master’s degree.

I don’t know who in our little found family is the proudest of her if I’m being honest.

“Spit it out.” Anya says over dessert. She wipes the corners of her mouth before slapping her cloth napkin down onto the table in front of her.

I turn my focus to her, truly looking at her. She looks ethereal in the gown I chose for her. Jewel tones and panels of fabric that drape so prettily over her rounded belly, pushing her breasts up and accentuating every curve of her body. It would have been perfect. Will be. The answer to her question is right on the very tip of my tongue. The words are right there, ready to spill out.

No secrets. We did promise one another that. I certainly am not going to start keeping stuff from her now.

“I went to the prison today and saw him.” I don’t have to specify who I mean, she knows.

Anya visibly pales at the comment.

“See?” I gesture to her. “That is why I hesitated to tell you. He still has this grip of terror over you and nothing I do or say is going to make it any better.”

It makes me feel weak. My whole purpose in life now is to protect her and our child. To make her feel safe. To know that all of them can depend on me no matter what comes. And yet there’s doubt on her face.

“What did he say? Why did you go?”

I pick at an invisible spec of lint on the tablecloth. “I wanted him to sign the damned papers, it was supposed to be a present for you.”

“Naturally he didn’t sign them.”

“Quite the opposite. It seems that he’s been damned busy since he’s been behind bars. He wants me to hire a lawy-”

“You said no. Right? That’s fucking insane. No way in fuck are we hiring somebody to defend him! There’s a reason that he can’t find representation! He’s a fucking psychopath, Alek! The judge will grant me a divorce on the grounds of estrangement eventually, they have to…” Anya’s hands drop to her belly, to our child, as if she can cover their ears so that no sound can carry through her skin.

“We both know he’s still buying every judge that he comes across.”

“He can’t! There has to be a limit! Alek! This cannot-”

“He knows that you’re pregnant Anya…” I answer bluntly, ripping off the bandage. I can hardly meet her eyes as my own rage simmers just below the surface.

Anya says nothing but tears start to well in her eyes. “It’s never going to be over… is it?”

I hate the way her shoulders slump. I hate that she looks so damned tormented and there’s nothing I can do about it. At least, nothing that is not terribly complicated. “If we play along with his little game, then we have the chance to twist this in a way that will work to our advantage.”

The words sound cheap to my own damn ears.

“No. That’s how he works. He’s going to use this to his advantage just so that he can have another chance to kill me… to kill Helena… to hurt Henry… our child. Alek, we can’t!”

She’s starting to hyperventilate. I move out of my seat and move to kneel in front of her. I take both of her hands into my own and shake my head. “I’m never going to allow that to happen. Surely you have to know that I’m never going to allow somebody like him near you again. The ball is in our court this time, we have the cards. We will make this work in our favor.”

“You can’t know that, you can’t.”

“You have to trust me. Trust this plan. And if worse comes to worse, then he can be free just so I can kill him myself.” I would be lying if I said that it wasn’t a damned appealing prospect in and of itself.

Anya sniffles and pushes her fingers through mine with a sad nod.

“I’m sorry that it has to come to this. I really am.” I say, and I mean it. “It’s certainly not how I wanted tonight to go…”

“How did you want tonight to go?” Anya asks.

I pull the ring box from my pocket and place it on the table, closed. I let it sit between us on the table with a sigh. “I had a whole plan to give you the papers and then ask you to share your freedom with me…”

Anya snatches the box and openes it. “Shh.” She says, her tears drying as she looks at the ring and pulls it from the box. She placed it on her finger slowly and holds her hand out in front of her and admires the way the diamonds catch the light.

She flings her hands around my neck next and hugs herself to my body with enough force that she nearly knocks us both backward onto the ground.

“You’re right.” She mutters against the side of my face. “We will face this together.”

“Always.” I kiss her temple and smile. “Is that a yes? Will you marry me?”

“Yes, of course! I love you, Alek.”

“Whatever else comes, we will overcome it as a family.” I kiss her softly. “I love you too.”

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Alek

“On your knees.”

There’s something so damned intoxicating about seeing Anya on her knees for me. Her stunning face looking up at me with her eyes bright and wide. Perfect submission is the best gift that I think that I’ve ever gotten in my life. She’s terrified. Not because of me but because of what might happen tomorrow or the day after if we can’t figure something out.

Tomorrow morning the first order of business is going to be to meet with Daniel so that we can make a plan to merc Nikolai in any way that we can. I don’t care what it takes, the idea of Nikolai’s hands on Anya in any capacity ever again makes me blind with rage.

She’s looking up at me like this might be our last time together.

The look in her eyes is resolute, like there won’t be another opportunity to be with one another or that she will go off and play the martyr. Henry will be safe. Of course he will. But tonight, we both need the break. We have to let some steam off, remind ourselves that we are still alive and kicking. At least for now. We’ve both come so far in the short amount of time that we’ve known each other. I won’t allow us to backslide now.

“Hands behind your back princess.” I command. There’s no room for argument in my voice. She slides her arms behind her back slowly and I see that shift in her eyes. The comfortable look that comes each time that she’s been present and settled inside of her body, and ready to be commanded. Ready for me to use as I see fit.

Her knees part, her back arches her chest forward as she holds her opposite elbow behind her back. She’s so damned perfect. I can hardly believe it. Her eyes flutter closed, and her breathing starts to even out.

“If you say stop, we stop princess. Nod that you understand me.”

My breath is locked inside of my chest until she answers me. She nods. I exhale. It’s a comfortable sort of calm that settles over me as the tension slowly starts to ease out of my shoulders. Little by little the plan of action unfolds in my mind. Her skin is so soft, it’s a hard choice where to start. I don’t think that I’m ever going to be over wanting her. I don’t think that it will ever be possible to get my fill of her. I think that I could easily spend the rest of my life trying to sate my hunger for her, and also be totally fine with never accomplishing that goal. I restrain her easily, tethering her to the footboard of the bed so that she can’t fall forward or move too much.

“Pain or pleasure?” I ask. One is going to be significantly harder than the other right now, as I can already feel my heart reaching for her. It’s my job to be here for anything that she needs. No matter which option she chooses.

At the same time, she needs to know that I am still in control here, no matter what choice she makes. As such, not answering my direct question will never be an option that I’m going to tolerate. My knuckles graze down the curve of her arm and shift over to cup her full breast into my hand. My thumb brushes over her nipple through her shirt, rubbing until the skin is hard and peaked before pinching it sharply to force her to answer me. I haven’t had any reason to punish her yet, but I will if I have to.

“I asked you a question, princess.” I hope my voice sounds controlled, because I feel like if she keeps looking at me like that, I’m going to lose control entirely.

“…pleasure.” She whispers without breaking eye contact.

That was what I was hoping that she would choose. “Good girl, princess,” I hum softly and she watches with hunger as I pull my shirt over my head slowly. I slide my pants down, hard and straining for her as I reach forward and cup the back of her head softly. “Earn your pleasure, princess.” I command softly.

It’s a test for both of us. Both for her, to work for what she’s wanting, and for me to give her just that tiny bit of control that I’ve never let another woman have over me before. I’ve never even let another woman come close. I stand just out of reach of her perfect, sensual mouth on purpose. With the way that she’s tethered she’s going to have to strain to the point of just past discomfort to reach me.

But by god, does she try.

I’m not going to last long with her tongue lapping at my head like that. Her perfect tongue, divine as it swirls around me, struggling to pull me further into her mouth with every pass that she makes. I want nothing more than to grab onto her head and fuck that perfect little mouth, but I can’t. She makes me want to lose control every single time that I get to have her all to myself like this.

Knowing that she wants me, wants more of my cock, that she’s hungry for it, is intoxicating. “You can do better than that. Don’t you want your reward, princess?” I goad her.

It works.

She moves forward, pulling me in closer and I have no choice but to buck my hips toward her, disappearing further into her mouth. It feels so damned divine that my head falls back as my hand slips down to hold the soft hair on the back of her head as a groan of pleasure leaves me.

The normal feelings of hesitation aren’t there. Normally, a move like that has my lungs locking up and bile rising in the back of my throat. Touch is hard for me, I wasn’t lying about that. Perhaps it’s different because it’s with her. Because Anya is the one, and she’s already more than proven herself to me. She would not do the things that still fill my nightmares.

“Deeper,” I growl, my voice husky with need as I struggle to keep my hands off her. My skin doesn’t crawl. I don’t feel the need to run away from her as fast as I can. Perhaps if I can do this, we can do more. Perhaps with Anya it could be different than it has been with the other girls in the past. I have to know.

I reach down to cup her chin, my fingers curling possessively over the bone and urging her forward again. I watch with rapt attention as every bit of my cock that could fit disappears between those perfect lips. She gags again, the sound more erotic than it has any right to be. Even still, she tries to take me again, wanting all of me. I can tell. Saliva strings out in ropes as I ease myself from her lips. I bend at the waist and kiss her, wiping away the spit as I remove my hand from under her chin.

The feeling of pride that fills me is surreal. “Good job, princess.”

I love the way her eyes seem to sparkle each and every time I call her princess.

I scoop her up by the elbows and bending her over the footboard. I slide her shorts down my legs, admiring the shape of them, the delicate muscle and the way her skin feels against my hands before kissing the curve of her hip, the back of her thigh and calf, before bending one leg at the knee to hook over the end of the bed. She teeters for a moment, and catches her balance the next.

Before she can guess my next move, I sink to a knee behind her, my tongue returning the favor that she has given me moments ago. Her moans of pleasure are swallowed by the soft begging as she bucks and writhes against my face. My tongue delves inside of her, curling to a place that makes her cry out in pleasure before moving back to her clit and lavishing my attention there. I wait until her breaths start to catch – until her gasps and moans are wild and unchecked as she tries to frantically turn herself against my face. I know that she’s close, I can feel it.

We can’t have her finishing too soon now, can we?

I pull tongue away from the apex of her thighs. The noise of loss that she makes is desperate enough that I almost take pity on her. I certainly haven’t yet had my fill of her sweetness. She tastes unlike anything that I’ve ever had before and I’m addicted to it.

My hands find her hips a moment later. I have to have her now, neither one of us can take the anticipation any longer and when she cums, she’s going to do so on my dick. I bury myself inside of her in one quick thrust. She tries to push back into me, her hips finding a rhythm with mine, but each time that I feel her walls gripping me anew, every time that she gets closer, I change pace to make sure that she doesn’t orgasm. When she does, I know that it’s going to be explosive.

It doesn’t take long at all until her moans and softly pleaded words turn into something else entirely. Desperate and frantic as she seeks sensation, harder, more, something that she doesn’t even know. I love watching her come undone. I don’t even truly mind that she’s fucking herself back onto my dick despite the restraints. I keep going until she’s screaming. Until she’s lost all sense of herself, until I am positive that I am the absolute only thing that she can think of and that nothing exists outside of this room, and only our bodies matter.

It’s physically painful for me to pull out from inside of her. I need her, my body is shaking with need for her. I pick her up by the hips, flipping her onto her back and pushing the pair of us up onto the bed, pushing back inside of her as quickly as I can. Her scream drowns out my own guttural groan of pleasure. Just the feeling of her is intense. I almost lose it right then and there. I think that chunks of my sanity are slipping away from me with every thrust, closer and closer to the finish line until then it’s there, no more denial, no more waiting as I empty myself into her with force and a torrent that feels never ending as Anya grips me tighter and tighter. Her perfect body twitching and writing underneath me as she barrels through wave after wave of pleasure.

I think she passes out for a moment as I ease from her when I’m capable of moving again. When my sanity is enough to free her arms and pull her body into my chest. Her hands press into my chest, and it feels… right.

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Vittoria

“Are you close?”

“Yes, I’m driving into the estate now,” Eva giggles on the phone.

“Eva, don’t give us away. It has to be a secret until we are sure,” I suck my teeth and I know she just rolled her eyes even though I cannot see her.

“Yeah, yeah… blah blah blah.”

“Eva,” I try for a firmer tone, but who am I kidding? She does whatever she wants half the time. “We are best friends, have my back here.” There goes the never-failing emotional blackmail.

“Fine,” she sucks her teeth, “you will see me soon.”

I start to say something, but she ends the call. That’s classic Eva. I take a deep breath and try to distract myself. My legs move before my brain clicks that I’m pacing in her bedroom.

Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four… I halt, spin in a different direction, and continue my pacing.

I’m counting the portraits on Eva’s wall while waiting impatiently for her to show up with the test strips.

I’m not sure what it is I’m feeling, but I have been nauseous for two days and I cannot stand the smell of my favorite perfume. I get dizzy, too. Not to add the embarrassing moment I fell asleep in the middle of a conversation with Emanuele yesterday. He was talking about business in the study, and I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the middle of the night on the mattress in our bedroom.

It might not be what I’m thinking, but what if? I halt. What if I’m pregnant? My stomach ruffles, and I gulp, trying to tamper my giddiness so I don’t go overboard and get disappointed if that isn’t the case.

I inhale sharply and then continue to count the portraits on Eva’s wall.

It feels more like a gallery here than a bedroom. But it’s only pictures of people she cares about on the walls. Emanuele, me, and Fabio. More of her father than anyone. There are three of mine, and Fabio has only one. It’s not a clear take, a little blurry, and it’s not because of the editing. It’s more like she was moving when she took the picture of him because he seems to be standing in place. It looks different, too, in an unprofessional way. The rest are pictures of her and Emanuele. No Salvatore in sight. When Emanuele told us the day after my accident what had happened it was a terrible shock, especially for Eva, but I honestly wasn’t all that surprised. The traitor should run because while Emanuele may not be able to kill his son, I will stop at nothing to protect ​what is mine​. He should ask around.

I sit on her queen-size mattress that is covered in cherry pink bed sheets with a duvet of a lighter shade of the same color. I begin to bounce my army green suede boot-covered feet and pick at the chipped black polish on my nails. I have been indoctrinated into denim and oversized T-shirts.

“I’m here,” Eva bursts into her bedroom in gray sweatpants and a white gym bra, and I stand, dropping my phone on the mattress. “Here you go,” she opens a camera bag and pulls out a grocery bag, then tosses it at me. “Go on,” she rubs her hands eagerly against each other.

I nod, gulp, and inhale loudly.

“It will be fine,” she smiles and shushes me away towards the bathroom with her hand.

I grunt, letting her push me till I am at the door of her bathroom. She opens the door and continues to push me until I’m inside. Then she closes it.

I glare at myself in the mirror. It might be what I think it is. My lips look fuller, or maybe I’m exaggerating because I want to see physical signs.

I pull out the test strips. There are seven in here, Eva got four extra—a best friend indeed, matching my craziness.

I take the first test, and my heart drops to my stomach and shoots straight up to hit my chest hard. I’m pregnant. My eyes prick, and my throat goes dry.

It is with shaky hands I take the rest of the tests, and all seven of them come out with the same result. I can hear Eva grunting and pacing by the door, but I take a moment for myself. I try to take deep breaths to calm my nerves.

I open the door slowly, one hand resting protectively on my stomach, my eyes clouded with tears.

“Are you…?” Eva is already tearing up.

I nod, “Yes, I’m pregnant.”

“Yes!” She squeaks and lifts me off the floor, then spins me around. “Can I be the baby’s aunt instead of sister?” she chews her lips eagerly. “You know, because of the age difference,” she swipes a tear off her cheeks, and mine run free down my cheek.

“No.”

We both turn in the direction of the door of her bedroom to see Emanuele standing there in black jeans and a black t-shirt.

“You didn’t lock the door?” I click my teeth at Eva.

She gives a Cheshire smile, “Oops.”

I thought a romantic dinner would be a good way to tell him about it. Or even cuddling at night after sex. But, Eva… I pout, but Emanuele prances to us. I don’t let him get close; instead, I run up to him and hurl myself at him. He captures me and kisses me fervently.

“I’m pregnant,” I tilt my head to meet his eyes.

He smiles. “We are pregnant,” he kisses me softly on the lips.

I nod into the kiss, “We are pregnant.”

“Having a baby sister at this point is a little…” Eva blows raspberries.

“Or baby brother,” Emanuele says firmly, “And there is nothing wrong with that. Besides, you will have your own family to care for.”

Oh, no. I bury my face in Emanuele’s chest to avoid looking at her because I can feel what is coming next.

“I don’t even have a boyfriend, how am I starting a family already?” Eva scoffs.

“You have Fabio,” Emanuele retorts, and I grit my teeth for her sake.

“I have who?” Eva snorts, “That’s a joke, right?”

“You are marrying him,” Emanuele makes it firmer.

“Why?”

“Why not?” he clips.

“Dad, we are talking about Fabio here, and me,” her voice is breaking, and it’s the last thing I want for her.

I pull away from Emanuele and go to her, then wrap my arms around her.

“I don’t want to be married to him,” Eva sniffs.

“Come on, baby,” Emanuele opens his arms, and she goes to him, dropping her head on his chest, “I want what is best for you.”

Eva may not want to admit it now, but I can swear there is something there. I might be wrong, too, but… I join the embrace, and Emanuele wraps one hand around me while I do the same to Eva.

She is not alone. I will be with her every step of the way and make sure it is truly in her best interest, more than anyone else. We have something in common, and that is infuriating men in our lives. But my heart is going out to Eva because Fabio is a different breed of dominant.

“I don’t like him,” she mumbles.

“Maybe that’s a good start,” I stroke her back.

Not liking him is a good start. All the best love stories start with that lie… line.

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