Novels by Diana Abi

Iris's Pov.I remained silent because it was the truth and because I couldn't lie with his hands on my flesh, touching me. The feeling was melting all of my senses.“Kiss me, Iris, and prove what a fucking liar you are.” He whispered against my lips as he dug his fingers into my bare thighs. “Or push me away. Send me out of this room and I'll never question you again.”I was wet and ashamed but he thought of seeing him leave was something I wasn't ready to face just yet. I pulled him by the neck, kissing him even harder than the first time, without flinching and without holding back. I kissed him, wrapping my arms around him to keep him pressed to me.Xander let out a loud, almost desperate groan as he wrapped his hands around my waist, lifting me onto the dresser like I weighed nothing. There was nothing sweet about this kiss. Teeth and tongue fought furiously for supremacy. It was passionate and mixed with many unspoken words and a hint of hatred. It was a deadly combination but I

Xander's POV.The second day was my breaking point and I asked Courtney about her. She was the one assigned to taking care of Iris and was seeing her enough times a day, enough to get me fucking pissed off that she had that privilege.I didn't miss the way Courtney's face changed when I asked after Iris. She replied with her harsh voice but it's the last thing I give a fuck about right now. It turned out that Iris Paige always waited for me to leave the house before leaving her room. So now, it's safe to say that she was avoiding me and I don't like the fact that it was bothering the fuck out of me. It hits something deep inside me.That shit will end tonight. I gave her three whole days to have her way, avoiding me. She'll see me tonight, like it or not.“I've located one of Carlos’ goons,” Angelo said from across the table. “We can start with him.”Whoever was affiliated with Carlos was the last person I had an interest in but messing with them would pull Carlos’ strings even furthe

Iris's Pov.“Greedy fucking girl.” He laughed against my pussy, his finger now fully inside me, my pussy sucking him in. “Fuck my mouth, Iris. Make yourself cum.”And at this moment, I didn't care if this was a bad idea. I don't care how dirty it is allowing Xander King to do this to me. I don't care how wrong it will be to cum against his tongue.He looked up at me with those deep dark eyes while his finger fucked me with a slow gentle movement. My insides turned into jelly. I moved against his mouth and he encouraged me with a nod, sucking on my clit and twirling his tongue around it all while hitting a sweet spot inside me with his finger.“Cum for me, pretty girl.” He curled his finger inside me. “Let me see you shatter apart.”And with one flick of his tongue combined with his finger inside me, I saw stars exploding in front of me. I exploded, rocking my hips desperately against his mouth as the orgasm shattered me, draining my sanity.Xander let me ride my orgasm, keeping his mo

Iris's Pov.His eyes dropped to my lips as he spoke. Something crossed his features but he quickly covered it off. Right now, he's looking at me like he's ready to devour me.“I want you to touch me.” My voice came out quiet and needy. My body trembled, filled with the need to feel him. I want him like I never thought I could want a man.His hands slid down, taking one of my breasts in his hands, squeezing it in his full hand and a soft moan left my lips mixing with his guttural moan.“Like this?” His hand massaged my breast, pressing my hard nipple, playing with it just as skillfully as he was playing with me.“More.” I cried, my hands clutching the covers tightly to stop myself from touching him.I watched him as he slowly and gently removed the straps of my nightgown, sliding them over my shoulders, obviously enjoying the moment. He was touching me as if drawing art on my skin and I was begging for more.His eyes searched mine as if asking for permission and I nodded desperately. T

Xander's POV.“What is it?” I tried to keep my attention on him but my eyes were wandering on their own. Can't these fucking people just leave?“Iris attempted to escape.” His face was pale. I've never seen Angelo so serious since I knew him. “Her bodyguards found her walking out of a room dressed like a hooker. They've escorted her to her room.”“Hmm,” I exclaimed and Angelo raised a brow at my non-existent reaction. Little did he know that I was inside that room and she was there on her knees with my cock stuffed in her mouth.However, I don't take it lightly knowing that my men have seen her dressed like that. I might have to pay them a little visit. Not to mention that they lost her from their sight in the first place and that's how she ended up with me. If they were doing their job right, none of this would've happened.On second thought, I might be generous enough to spare their lives. I know how wet and warm her mouth is due to their carelessness.“What's wrong with you?” Angel

Xander's POV.“You made such a mess, little one,” I spoke, leaning forward so that my face was level with hers. I can almost taste myself on her lips. I pulled her hair and her head tilted back. “Clean up after yourself.”My gaze drifted down to the ground where a few drops of my cum were glittering under the moonlight. She widened her eyes. She wasn't as frozen when I shot a man in front of her as she was now.“Iris.” I ran my finger over her mouth where I could still see a mix of her saliva and my cum, shining. “Be a good girl and clean up after yourself.”I pulled her head down but I didn't use force. No. She did it on her own. She could've pulled away if she wanted to or said the word, and I was going to put an end to this. No. She wanted to do it.Because when I pressed her head to the ground, she stuck her tongue out, licking my release off the ground as if she was starved. Fuck! I was instantly hard again.I released my hold on her head and she stood up to her feet, tilting her

Damon’s POVThree months earlier“So, you got a new tattoo?”The voice of the therapist pulled me out of my thoughts, and I pulled my gaze away from the window facing the garden, looking down at the still-fresh tattoo on my arm.“Yeah..” I murmured, tracing a finger across the face on the tattoo, lingering around the eyes that stared back at me.“When?” The female therapist asked, and I shrugged, not taking my eyes off the tattoo.“Just a few weeks back, I guess.”“Really? Can I see?”“Sure,” I mumbled, heaving a sigh.She rose to her feet and moved around her desk, coming over to where I sat and leaning forward behind me.“Wow,” she exclaimed quietly, a little amazement in her voice. “That’s a unique face. A pretty one, at that.”“Yeah, I know right?” I replied, the corners of my lips tilting up in a small smile. “It’s a face I keep seeing in my dreams, Andrea.”Andrea, my therapist, stood back then and observed me closely, almost lik

Iris’s POVA year laterI stood at the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony of the condo, admiring the beautiful night view, my mind a melancholic mess.It had been that way since that night after Damon had fallen off that cliff.And we hadn’t seen him since.There was nowhere we hadn’t looked.But Damon was nowhere to be found.I’d cried and cried for months, but to my greatest despair, that was all I could do.Sometimes I wished Luca hadn’t showed up with Gary when he did, because then I’d have been killed too, and I wouldn’t have to deal with this pain.At least I’d be dead and buried, probably alongside him.It was as I’d seen him falling off that cliff that I knew I was in love with Damon Vyon, my heart falling right out with him.And I never got a chance to tell him how I felt…“What are you thinking about?”I whirled around to see Luca standing at the balcony door, watching me with a sober expression on his face.He too, had not remained the same ever since Damon disappeared

Iris’s POVThe gun fell out of my trembling hand, clattering to the floor.Did he just ask me to shoot Damon?No, no. I couldn’t.Sighing and pushing his fingers through his hair, Zach bent down and picked up the gun, approaching me menacingly. “Don’t piss me off, pretty girl,” he snapped, his tone laced with derision, as he pressed the gun into my hand again. “Shoot him, I said.”“No!” I screamed now, intentionally throwing the gun far from me, and as it tumbled over the cliff, Zach let out a deep growl and whirling around, he struck me heavily across the cheek.“Fucking bastard!” Damon yelled, struggling viciously to break free of his chains, and tears blurring my vision, I stared down at him, knowing very well that this would end badly.How could we possibly get out of this?What miracle could happen?“Hey you,” Zach snapped his fingers at one of his men, “get me another gun.” They quickly came forward, presenting him with a new gun, and he took it, observing it closely.“Now,” he

Damon’s POVI stared up at the chief coward—Zach, was it?—my vision blurring.Ah. So it was him? The one I’d replaced?This story he recounted.. triggered the memory of a day I’d kept buried and locked up, unconsciously, the pain coming right back and whipping me emotionally.That little boy from back then. I stared at the scar on his chest, remembering how I’d felt seeing him bleed out on the floor that day.“You seem to be getting your fucking memories back, don’t you?” Zach spat, his eyes growing darker than they were already.Of course, that day had been a fucking bloody day. So how could I forget?*****Fifteen years ago“W-what are you doing here?” The man who called himself my father stuttered, staring at me with a fear I’d never seen in his eyes before.We stood facing each other on the rooftop of his new law firm, a stick of cigar in his hand, dark circles underneath his eyes.Had he even been sleeping? Well, how could he sleep, after he sold me off to that maniac of a mafia

Damon’s POVHe glared at me for a long time, saying nothing, his eyes taking on a distant look. Then rising to his feet, he cleared his throat.“It’s your money, quite alright,” he started, shoving his fingers in his pocket, alongside the flash drive, “but this money is nothing compared to what you stole from me, Damon.”What the heck was he talking about? What exactly would I steal from a stranger like him? Someone I knew nothing about?He stopped pacing for a while, staring down at me. “You might have forgotten,” he scoffed, “seeing how fucking clueless you look right now.”“Look,” I started, frustration climbing into my tone, against my will, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, or how you got your hands on that. But if it’s the money you want, you can keep it.” “Just let her go,” I added, nodding in Iris’s direction. “She has nothing to do with any of this.”He looked back at her for a moment, then threw his head back in a maniacal laughter, shaking his head.“Who sai

Damon’s POVThe slap of the wind on my face was what woke me up this time. Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, every part of my body aching, my head throbbing painfully.Where was I now?Fuck…Iris..There was no time, and here I was..lying around, letting that weird woman keep putting me down.Looking around, I slowly realized where I was. On a cliff? How come? How did I get here? That weird woman couldn’t have carried me here all alone, right?This was a cliff..had to be. That was one explanation for this much breeze and open space.Grunting, I tried to move around, and I was a bit disappointed to find that I was still bound by wrists and ankles. What was I expecting?I tried to turn around then, and someone’s foot pressed into my back, pushing me back to the ground.“Well, well,” an unfamiliar voice rang out from behind me, cold and rusty, and excited, “look who we have here.”I tried to turn around, to see who had joined us, but the person that had their stinky foot on my back pressed i