Austin chuckled at my response. He had the nerve to sit on the couch, cross his leg over the other like he was watching a play in front of him.
“You boyfriend will never leave this island without you,” he mumbled, shaking his head in resolution.
“That’s not my problem now, right?” I huffed.
Austin shook his head, his tawny eyes challenging me. “Yes. It is my problem and I have the perfect solution for this.” Motioning for his men to come out of hiding, a stout one approached him and handed over a table in his awaiting hands.
“Did you grovel back to your father’s feet?” I inquired. Curiosity might just kill the cat.
Austin’s hand stopped from scrolling on the screen, his face hardening as he lifted his gaze back at me.
“He asked me.” Austin expounded, his tawny eyes burning with fire - angered by my insult. “He begged me to come back.&rdq
~Lianna Black~My chest was painful. Agonizingly hurting. There was an open wound in my chest, like a bottomless pit that was dug by my bare hands.I was staring blankly at the tablet screen. Gray, black, and white dots replaced the video I was watching. The little colors dance from left to right, right to left, over and over. I was silently hoping that the signal was just jammed. Because of the trees on this path we are taking or because of the mountain…The signal is poor.This is just poor signals.Holding onto the locket in my chest, it felt so cold against my skin. It was weighing like tons of bricks, pulling my head down, making me bow to my mistake.I shouldn’t have pushed Ace to save Hannah.It was wrong of me to regret my decision. Nothing will come out of it. Both of them are gone. Both of them are just memories in my life now.Ace is gone.He’s never coming back.My child will never m
~Lianna Black~The feeling that I’m near the end of my life’s story is both sad and exciting. Will my life end in a painful death or will I find peace before I take my last breath?One thing is for sure, my life is never easy. Nothing in my life is a walk in the park. Even death.The sole of my bare feet leaves a damp foot shaped mark in every step I take. It’s getting warmer, must be because of the thick large sweater I was wearing or the sun rays that were hitting my face.Shadows of the boat’s metal skeleton railings passed by my sight as I ran. My breathing was uneven, my chest heaving hard – inhale, exhale – calm and steady. My throat was fighting the urge to breathe in a big deep inhale of sea air. To do so, I have to stop and that’s not an option.A silent prayer running through my mind when I saw men doing rounds on the upper deck. I managed to get out of the lower guest deck. I breathe out a curse
~Lianna Black~I felt a warm breath on my neck followed by soft lips and tongue, stroking the curve of my skin. A moan escaped my mouth when the lips nibbled my earlobes and the hands traced my lacy panties. The hands pulled the elastic bands of my underwear and it stung my skin; it let go, but it felt fuckin’ good.“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, Alexa,” the deep raspy voice whispered in my ears, his voice so sexy and alluring, even against the music it was heavenly. And man, his spicy forest pine scent was so soothing to my senses and that woke up my sanity.I pushed the hands away from under my skirt and turned around to see the man behind me. He was a pleasant-looking man, no scratch that, he was a very attractive man. His lips, pinkish plum, well-carved nose, distinct high cheekbo
~Lianna Black~Six years later…Footprints on the sand, two pairs almost three sizes smaller than the other, made a clear path for me to follow. Laughter mingled with the lapping waters in the beach. The salty and cold touch of the ocean on my bare feet sent a tingly sensation straight to my contented heart.The sight of my husband not holding his Glock 19 is still the sweetest sight of him, apart from the look of him pleasuring my body, that is. He was holding a pink shovel and a blue pail, his bare legs shown by his surfboard shorts and his bare chest adorned by dust of white sands.He sat himself down on the sand, not a care in the world, his powerful legs spread languidly in front of him. His long inky hair that cascades down his shoulders, each locks long eno
~Lianna Black~ Waves. A music I grew to love and enjoyed, a song playing on repeat. The ocean would pull back the waves brought by the wind to shore, only to repeat the process. “Strip.” One word. A promise of another strenuous night, yet I did what my husband told me to do. We just finished twenty minutes of skinny dipping in the ocean. Our bodies are still dripping with salty cold water, yet I could feel my blood rushing through my veins. Ace sat himself back on the blanket where the clutter of our late dinner date was still evident. I was left standing in front of him, his waiting eyes challenging me to do as he instructed. Reaching for the string of my top, I watched as Ace’s icy gray eyes darkened under the moonligh