LONDON.
I cannot help it. I scream.They pay me no attention. Marcus recovers from the initial shock and begins fighting back, throwing punches that Mr. Dangerous dodges so expertly. I look around in desperation, trying to see why no one has come to intervene. At this rate, they might probably pummel themselves to death. The restaurant has gone deathly silent, it's posh clientele watching the brawl in awe.I look through the sea of faces, sighting the handsome man who spoke with the Dark god earlier. He's sipping from a glass of red wine, his face, a clear picture of boredom as he watches the scene. What is wrong with these people?!Marcus and his opponent are merely staring each other down now. Fists have been subdued for the meantime. My chest clench in horror when I take in his swollen cheeks and broken lips. The stranger on the other hand appears like he just engaged in a slight scuffle – not a strand of hair out of place. The only sign that indicates that he just about brought the apocalypse to London restaurant is his quickened breath.I stand, frozen, willing my feet to move but fearing to make a step. Hotel security arrive just then. Apparently, they're trying to take Marcus and the stranger away for further questioning. Marcus tries to explain that he's not at fault. Meanwhile, Mr. Dark and Dangerous stands apart with his hands deep in his pockets, seemingly unaffected.Anger erupts like a geyser in the pit of my stomach. Why would they naturally assume Marcus is at fault?Who does this stranger think he is?"Excuse me!" I yell.All attention immediate turns in my direction. I stomp towards them, dark hair flying all over the place, anger visibly shaking my frame. I nearly stop in my tracks when a particular pair of intense gray pools pierce me.How on Earth did God make a man this beautiful? ************I try to ignore her. God knows I try.But seated just a few paces behind the dark haired siren, with the subtle knowledge that her plump lips are probably enclosed over a fork is enough to drive any sane man over the edge.I take a deep breath, trying to divert the blood flowing in torrents to my cock. Beside me, Ricardo chuckles lightly."You're one step away from looking like a pervert, boss." He saysI make to reply but I'm interrupted by movements at Blue Eyes' table. Caryle fucking Velazquez just got to this feet. Apparently, he's trying to coax my blue eyed goddess to the dance floor. I do not pause to deliberate on the fact that I just referred to a total stranger as 'mine'. I'm too preoccupied with trying to mentally derail my cock from making a tent in my trousers as her shapely backside comes into view.Holy shit, she's hot.I hear a low whistle beside me, turning to find Ricardo's lustful gaze trained on her ass. Not fucking happening."Don't, Ricardo. Don't even think about it. She's mine."Ricardo raises his hands in surrender."I'm sorry, boss. Taking my eyes off her right now."I narrow my eyes as him and he just laughs."You better."I watch silently, anger stirring in my veins as Caryle puts his arms around her, swaying her softly to the music. I look down when a startling 'clang' jars my focus to find that I've completely twisted the fork in my grip."Jeez. Calm down, man." Ricardo says.My eyes find his and he wisely pipes down when he sights the anger that clouds my features. I will myself to calm down, to look away, but her unconsciously seductive movements continue to play havoc to my insides. And God, that dress. My fingers itch to caress the bare, smooth expanse of her exposed shoulders.I'm about to commend myself on the level of restrain I've been able to show thus far when Caryle slips his palm lower and rests them on her back, barely above the curve of her arse.I give him ten seconds. Ten seconds to fucking move his hands away from what's mine. His time elapses but his palm still stays firmly in place, even caressing the spot now.I see red. Blood curdling anger fires through my bloodstream, almost leaving me light-headed.I get to my feet, sending my chair toppling, but I'm past caring at this point. I make my way swiftly past the rows of raised tables, fists clenched tightly at my sides. I am subtly away of the urgency in Ricardo's voice as he calls my name. I pay him no heed.I make short work of the distance to the dancefloor. My erratic heartbeat only manages to calm by a notch when I grab fistfuls of Caryle's jacket. I rear back and punch him in the guts, backing the punch with all the anger that flows in my veins.Right now, my dark haired goddess is bounding towards us, her bright eyes sparking with anger. My heart does a little flip when I realise that she's probably angry at me.That's not right. I do not want her angry at me. I want her surrender, not her anger.It dawns on me that I've just attacked Caryle without any apparent reason. My brain conjures images of his hand around blue eyes, rekindling my anger. That was reason enough. No one ever touches what is mine.She comes to a halt before us, barely sparing me a glance. I'll fix that soon. Very soon, I'll be all she ever notices. She would never fucking behave like I'm not in the room."You," she says, pointing a finger at the hotel's security guard, "are extremely incompetent. My friend was just about to be mauled to death. I suggest you actually do your jobs and tackle the man responsible for this."I smirk. Funny how she thinks I can be 'tackled'.The security guard turns to me."Is that true, sir? Did you attack the gentleman?""Of course." I deadpan.Blue eyes still dosen't look at me. Why would'nt she look at me? Instead, she places her hands on her ample hips and stares down at the security guard."Did you hear that? We've just been harassed. I want something done about this Immediately."Beside her, Caryle shifts on his feet. The fucker is right to be scared."C'mon, sweetness. Let's just forget about it."She gives him an incredulous look. She obviously isn't ready to forget about anything. Good. It's good she doesn't forget me. I wouldn't let her."Forget about it? You were just attacked by a mad man, Marcus."Caryle winces. The little temptress just referred to the Capo of the Familia as a mad man. She needs to watch her mouth.The security guard turns to me."Sir, why did you attack the young man?"Blue eyes still has her back to me. I guess I'll need to draw her attention, one way or another."He had his hands on my woman." I deadpan.My statement drops around us with the density of an atomic bomb, stunning everyone to silence. The security man looks confused. Beside him, Caryle is horrified. Yeah, that's right. Now he knows I've staked my claim.No one.No one ever threatens to take what I feel is mine and remains alive. Just ask Peter Sullivan.Oh, you can't.I killed the fucker.I wait silently, counting the seconds until Blue eyes finally gives me her attention. She whips her head in my direction and I suck in a breath.God, she's beautiful.She's perfect, even.Slightly parted lips, an oval face and bright eyes fringed with long lashes makes her appearance almost ethereal.In that moment, I make my decision. She's mine and I'm never giving her back.LONDONAlot of shocking things have happened in my life lately. My father has an alliance with the criminal underworld – albeit a forceful one. Yulia has been keeping secrets about the Mafia and I'm about to be married off to some Russian criminal prince. All these are enough to drive a girl right down the crazy lane. In this moment, however, nothing shocking rivals being referred to as 'my woman' by this insanely handsome god.I tried to ignore the fact that he was ready to let Marcus take the fall for his actions. God knows I tried to deal with the incredibly bias guard without getting him involved. But all my efforts went down the drain the moment he said those words. 'My woman'.I try to steel my treacherous body against the absurdly delicious thrill those words send down my spine. I wrench my mind from conjuring images of what it would feel like to actually belong to this man. To be owned, taken and dominated wholly by him. I take in his smug look and confident stance in one sw
LONDONI've felt tense all night.From the moment I stepped foot on the London bound plane, until a few minutes ago, my shoulders have been burning with tension, my nerves strung to breaking point.Meeting Blue eyes – Cheyenne, at the garage only succeeded in ramping that tension to an almost unbearable level. Watching her give all of her attention to the dickhead, Caryle, made me want to lash out. To break something.Something tells me this alluring little temptress will do no remote good to my blood pressure.I have nothing but utmost respect for Caryle Velazquez. He's a legendary sniper afterall. But all the respect I had for him flew out the window the moment he kept touching my woman.Yes, she's mine.I am well aware that Caryle knows about my interest in Cheyenne. He's deliberately goading me, fetching for a reaction. And I obliged. For all I know, he might be spotting swollen eyes and a broken jaw but that is what you get when you step on a tiger's tail.Father always told me n
LONDONI huff and puff out of the hotel's electronic doors, barely acknowledging the uniformed door attendants.The nerve of the man!I walk as fast as my six inch heeled boots would let me, struggling to contain my raging emotions. I've never met a more pig-headed, hardheaded, annoying man in my life. I pause with the startling realisation that I do not know where I'm going. Where the hell did they take Marcus, damn it!I look back quickly, hoping Mr. Neurotic has not decided to come after me. I feel a pang when I sight no one on my trail. A pang of relief? Or disappointment? I honestly do not wish to know. I look around frantically. How do I find Marcus? I don't even own a phone. I heave a sigh of relief when I sight one of the uniformed valets stepping down from a flashy car."Hey, excuse me." He turns in my direction, walking briskly towards me. He's young. Twenty–ish, I guess."Good evening, Miss. How may I be of service?"I give him a strained smile,"Hi. I'm looking for the ho
LONDON"Calm down, Luca. You'll wear a hole in the fucking carpet."I pace from one end of the private, Platinum lounge to the other, my nerves on high alert. My skin feels too tight for my body.Something's wrong.I can feel it. Ricardo watches me from his perch on one of the few bar stools. I made sure the Platinum lounge was empty tonight. I have some very important issues to sort out with a certain hotheaded female. I gave her the opportunity to come to me willingly, but the temptress just had to prove stubborn. I guess it's time she learned Blackstone is not to be disobeyed. I will always get what I want, and I want Cheyenne…badly. Ricardo eyes me like I've gone crazy. I don't blame him. I feel crazy."You know what usually happens when you get like this, boss. I strongly suggest you calm down. If Hogan says she'll be here, then she'll be here."I plop down on the stool beside him, barely resisting the urge to slam my fists into the state-of-the-art rotating bar. Ricardo is rig
LONDONAnger manifests in two forms.The first form where it shocks you into silence, renders you completely speechless. And the second form, where raw, unbridled fury threatens to claw through your insides. You feel violent. Destructive.I stare up at Luca and I want to scratch and claw. I want to explode. There's a red, barely visible mark where my palm connected with his cheek, but he does not look pained. Instead, he looks surprised, amused even. Right now, the bastard pins me to the bed with threats to inflict more bodily harm on my person. I buck agdinst him. His weight is becoming slightly uncomfortable. He doesn't flinch. Instead, he grinds his hips harder agdinst my already slick core. I grit my teeth to prevent a stray moan from slipping out. God! That feels good. Too good. The feeling only serves to ignite my anger."Get the fuck off me."He drills furious gray eyes into my face."No. Start talking."I give him an incredulous look."Start talking. Oh, where do I begin?" My
LONDONI'm stunned to silence.I look down at my gaping dress then back at Luca, trying to grasp the strange turn of events. His attention isn't on me though. Right now, he stares intently at my lace bra. My nipples peeble underneath the padding. It must be the AC, I conclude. I refuse to chalk up the tightening of my nipples to this man's hot, appreciative stare.I struggle futilely against my bonds. It is tied strong enough to hold me captive, but not to bruise. It makes me think he's done this before. My eyes narrow to slits, he's obviously an expert at tying up weak females. I struggle hard but Luca pins me effectively into the bed with his hips.Without warning, he leans forward and mouths my nipples through the confines of my bra. His lips are not directly on them yet but lethal heat shoots straight to my core. I moan, a strange, disgruntled sound. This man night actually end up fondling me to my death. When I feel like I can't take it anymore, Luca rears back. His eyes are two
LONDONI never really understood the phrase "beauty personified" until a few hours ago.Now, I hold the most beautiful woman in my arms and a calm, settling feeling descends on me. She might be here against her will, probably scared to death, hates my guts to hell and back, and is currently preparing to lie to my face – but at this moment, and perhaps all the moments in a very long while, I do not fucking care. I intend to ravish the hatred and fear right out of her. I'll give her carnal pleasures so powerful, she will not remember that I forced her to stay. Hell, when all this is over, it'll be a fucking miracle if she remembers her own name.I have to admit, I love the fear. I love the feeling of power that having her pinned beneath me, completely at my mercy, brings. Hell, I've killed men, wrecked cities, murdered world class criminal masterminds, but no feeling can be compared to the glorious, heady sensation of witnessing this hard headed, beautiful female fall apart beneath me.I
LONDONI stand over the bed, staring down at Luca's unmoving body. The first thought that crosses my mind is, "I hope he's not dead." My heart beats an almost painful rhythm against my breast . When the handsome devil began asking questions, I knew I had to get out of here. I've known him long enough to realise he's a brute. He never stops until he gets what he wants – and he doesn't ask nicely. He uses his sinfully wicked fingers and tongue on my body until I'm screaming whatever he wants from the rooftops like a fucking banshee.I saw the syringe filled with brown liquid on the bedside locker after I had extricated myself from the throes of a very mind numbing orgasm. I did not know what it was or if it would put him down – the man looks downright invincible, but I was desperate, and out of options. My gaze finds his motionless body again. I sure as hell did not expect it to work this quickly. What is in this thing anyways? Whatever it is, I hope it doesn't kill…or have any adverse