Arnica Savage: 23 years old.
Maverick Quinn: 28 years old.*
Willingly drowning in the depths of my slumber, a gentle sigh is pulled from my lips when a set of large hands gently start to caress my body.
It rouses a delightful tingle to dance along my feverish skin, followed by a rush of eagerness coursing through my entire being.
My fantasy lover is the closest thing I have gotten to anyone showing me any true affection in the last couple of years. Riddled with past traumas, it’s difficult to let a real man into my life that I can trust. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel every morning waking up next to me, Angel.”I jolt awake the second I realise what is happening. My eyes spring wide open as I scramble out of bed upon hearing a baritone voice that has a direct line to my inner core. Swallowing thickly, I place my palm over my chest, willing my galloping heart to slow down.To my horror, I wasn’t snuggling up to some random man in my dreams. I was snuggling with a real man which currently has me feeling uneasy.A little violated, confused and disgusted within myself.Straightening my spine, I peer over the side of the mattress and look at the mysterious man, who is now lying on his back with one arm slung over his eyes. He’s butt-naked, his torso is covered in ink, and he is in impeccable shape. My lips twist with confusion as my brows pinch together creating a V above the bridge of my nose. There's something familiar about him that I can't quite put my finger on.Tearing my gaze away from the beautiful man, I scan the room for my clothes and the rest of my belongings. I spot my dress hanging off the barstool in the kitchen and my heels scattered across the carpet. The mysterious man with jet-black hair groans as he turns his back to me and reaches across the mattress like he is seeking me out. Pulling my lower lip between my teeth, I get on all fours and crawl across the carpet. When I reach the kitchen area, I slowly stand up, pressing the heel of my hand against my temple as the Earth begins to spin beneath me.“Arnica?” I freeze upon hearing my name soar through the hotel suite. Swallowing thickly, I slide the dress over my body with my eyes glued towards the room I just crawled out of – silently praying my one-night stand hasn’t woken up and wants to… I don’t know.Have breakfast together.I snatch my purse from the kitchen counter, swiftly stoop down, retrieve my heels, and turn towards the door. As I twist the handle and pull the door open to make my daring escape, a surge of desire engulfs me when I suddenly find myself pressed against the door, trapped by a strong hand closing it above my head.“Leaving so soon, Angel?” His voice was like velvet, caressing my ear canals, creating a plague of goosebumps across my exposed flesh.Dropping my chin and resting my head against the cool slab of timber, I exhale deeply. “Look, last night was-”“Fucking amazing.” He cuts me off darkly.I chuckle, “I was going to say it was a mistake.”A firm hand suddenly rests upon my stomach, his fingers spread wide as the tips dig into my dress. I gasp as he presses his front firmly against my back and dips his head, so his lips are a whisper away from touching my tingling earlobe.I can feel his erection, and I squeeze my eyes shut, clenching my teeth as I will my body not to move an inkling. “Hmm, the smell of your arousal tells a different story.” He whispers as his hand slowly moves from my belly, down my thigh and under the hemline of my dress. He grazes the pad of his thumb against my clit, eliciting a desperate moan escaping my lips.A low growl filled with approval departs his lips. "No panties." He states hoarsely. “Tell me it was a mistake and I will stop, Little Mouse. Tell me you don’t remember me filling you last night, making you come undone in my arms over and over with my name leaving your lips in a silent plea for me to never stop.”
I inhale sharply, feeling a surge of anticipation as he licks his lips and his touch intensifies. My body responds instinctively, and I find myself opening up to him when he slips a finger inside me.My heels and purse hit the carpet with a soft thud - already forgotten about.
Breathless, like I am trying to reel in my escaping breath, I place the palms of my hands firmly against the door.
I find myself paralyzed by his delicious assault, never wanting it to end, but for the sake of my sanity, needing him to stop.My traitorous body refuses to catch up to my mind and push him away from me.
“Who are you?” I gasp, sucking on my lower lip to suppress a moan from soaring between my lips as my eyeballs slightly roll heavenward.I can't believe I am letting a stranger do this to me. What the fuck has gotten into me?
He enters the tip of a second digit, followed by a third inside of me, and I can feel my inner walls clenching around his fingers while he presses the tip of his cock against my ass. Relentlessly pumping his fingers deep inside me, “you know who I am and if you refuse to remember, I’ll make it my morning's mission to remind you.” His voice is filled with a dark promise that screams pain. But in a good way.“If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking now, would I?” I snap, squeezing my eyes shut as the first wave of my orgasm slams into me, causing my knees to buckle beneath me.Withdrawing his fingers from inside me, my mystery man turns me around and picks me flush up off the ground, pinning my back against the door. Flustered and turned on like a hormonal teenage girl desperately trying to lose her V-card, I brazenly raise my gaze to meet his; it feels like my soul has suddenly left my body.With a gaze as radiant as a clear sky crowned with golden flecks, I find myself impulsively reaching out and tugging on his right earlobe with a surprising force.“You son of a bitch!” I cry out, tugging harder until he releases me. “What the fuck are you doing here, Matthias!?” I can barely control the tremble in my high-pitched voice riding my words that are filled with pain and regret. So much fucking regret. “I told you, I never wanted to see you again.”Tears filled with heartache, confusion and immense anger engulf me, leaving wet streaks down my cheeks.It's quite surprising that I failed to recognise him when I caught a quick glimpse of him earlier, or even when I heard his voice.Not only that but what the fuck was I thinking last night?Matthias Quinn. He was the love of my life before I found my ex-best friend riding him in a dark corner of Club Sapphire three years ago. Matthias rubs his earlobe, grunting in pain, before he straightens his spine and glares at me darkly. Before I can react, his hand flies out and his fingers wrap themselves around the base of my throat. “I don’t ever want you to fucking call me Matthias again.” He hisses savagely, forcing my gaze to meet his. “I am not my brother. And I sure as hell won’t have my wife screaming her ex-lovers' name when I’m balls deep inside her.” Stunned, “M-Mar… Maverick, what, married?” I stammer, clawing at his wrists, trying to break free from his clutches while figuring out how I mistaked him for Matthias when he is two years older than him. And insanely intimidating.“That’s right, Arnica... Angel. It's me, Maverick.” He smirks dangerously with a sinister tone caressing his words. “And we are married, and I don’t intend to get a divorce, ever.”I once was known as the Ruthless King in both the financial world and the criminal world. Well, that’s what the word was on the street a year ago, anyway.Ruthless King.Intolerant King.Just ask my ex-girlfriend who thought it would be fun to fuck my brother, Matthias, in front of a camera that was live-streaming across the net in sixty-seven countries. The memory of their betrayal still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. The one good thing that came out of it was my drive to find Arnica Savage, who still holds my brother's heart captive without even knowing it.Me being with Arnica will drive my brother wild with jealousy that will eventually ruin his and Tessas' fake relationship.Arnica will be everyones demise and she has no idea who she truly is or who is behind her mothers death.It’s been twelve months and eight days since a war erupted between the Quinn and Lorenzo family. The war between our two families was initiated when the Lorenzo family executed my mother and little sis
Have you ever felt like life continuously keeps throwing you curveballs to see how well you can dodge them? Because I do, and it fucking sucks.I run through the revolving doors of the hotel, eager to put as much distance between Maverick and me.Though my world is still slightly spinning, and my stomach is churning, I refuse to believe that I willingly married Maverick. I rip the wedding band free from my finger and toss it onto the pavement.There is no way in hell that I am going to wear a ring that relentlessly screams I am lawfully shackled to a Quinn.Looking up and down the sidewalk, I silently begin to panic as I realise that I have no idea where I am or how I will get home. I left my shoes and purse upstairs in Mavericks’ room, and I have no intentions of going back up there to retrieve them.I was lucky to escape him this time around, the next… I doubt he will let me out of his sight so easily.A black SUV pulls up against the sidewalk and the front window rolls down. “Mrs.
Confusion engulfs Arnicas’ beautiful face as she registers what I’ve just said.“You own Fusion?” She spits out in a hushed tone, shoving my shoulder before she tries to scramble out of my embrace.I cling onto her tightly, “I do, and before you ask, no it wasn’t a coincidence as to why you were given the job on the spot with no previous bartending experience.” I admit, knowing, I may have gone the extra mile to lure her to the club after finding out that she was jobless and on the verge of losing her flat.I also happen to know that it was Matthias who got her fired from her last job in marketing, making it almost impossible for her to find another job with the hopes that she would come crawling back to him after all the pain and misery he bestowed upon her.Matthias fucking Arnicas’ best friend in a very public place was low, even for him. But I also know that he hasn’t been the same since she walked away from him and refused to acknowledge him when he would randomly show up at her
If I'm going to be blunt with myself, I need to confess that I don’t know how to feel or act around Maverick.He's a different breed compared to the other two Quinns that I've had the misfortune of meeting. A part of me feels like he wouldn’t go out of his way to personally hurt or embarrass me. But because he is a man who lives by strict rules, I sense that he will have a field day making sure I obey the rules he sets out for me to abide by, and he’d take even greater pleasure in disciplining me if I defy those certain rules.But it's the way he looks at me that confuses me the most… I don't know, I could be reading too much into it.However, it’s like I’m the only person he sees in a room filled with people which is odd because the only room I remember us being in together was the Fantasy Room, and he was obviously there because he saw that I was in trouble and needed saving. But then I have to remind myself that he is a Quinn and everything he says and does is already pre-planned
I step outside of the SUV, rubbing the back of my nape as I tilt my head and stare up at my father's mansion. My brow darkens into a scowl as I continue to glare at the looming stone structure. Mine is bigger... A lot bigger. It may seem unorthodox to express such a sentiment, but it is undeniably true and I take great pride in my current position. I have achieved success through my own efforts, without relying on others for opportunities. My father on the other hand was given his seat at the head of the Elite Family table because he is the eldest son. The Elite table is made up of five crime lords with powerful names you dare not whisper out loud. It gives you the whole... You speak of the Devil and he shall appear vibes. Exhaling deeply as if I can rid myself of the stress that consumes me, I look at Dan my driver who is standing next to me in silence. “Keep the engine running. It looks like Father has sent his soldiers on a wild goose chase to keep this meeting a secret.”
Arnica Savage isn't just Matthias's ex. She is also a Lorenzo, the abandoned daughter of the bastard Lorenzo standing before me. And I know it is my father's voice that has haunted her nightmares since she was just six years old. Her thoughts are consumed by a haunting past. A past that binds us together, leaving her unable to recall the true reason behind my father's prominent role in her nightmares. Arnica, a Lorenzo by blood, poses a significant threat to Tessa's chances of inheriting what remains of Gio's family name.In exchange for the life of my sister, I was presented with the opportunity to take the life of Gios' daughter to keep the peace between us. And due to Tessa's act of treachery, I eagerly jumped at the offer.However, eight months ago when I arrived at Gios' villa to claim what I was owed, I was informed that Arnica Savage was the daughter being presented to me. As I heard the name, a sense of familiarity washed over me. Later that night, as I reflected on the d
I step out of the fancy slipper-shaped bath, wrapping a heated cotton towel around my body, and I move to stand in front of the vanity mirror. Great, my eyes are all bloodshot from the tears I spilled while I failed to relax in the tub. I don't want to be here, but it seems I'm the one who made my bed, and now I have to lay in it. For the love of God, my memory of last night's events is still groggy. I have managed to recall that I bumped into Maverick after I farewelled Kenneth at Fusion. I was supposed to meet my Tinder date at the new fancy Greek restaurant that just had its grand opening last week. It is why I was wearing a dress and heels. But I got cold feet after I stopped at the club to have a quick drink to help loosen my nerves, and Kenneth started yapping about how gorgeous I looked. And that my date would be a fool to not strip me down and have his wicked way with me on the side of the building that has no camera or lights. My hand had gone straight to my stomach a
For crying out loud, what has gotten into me?Touching Arnica is setting my soul ablaze, and the way my heart is pounding loudly in my ears is forming butterflies in the pit of my stomach. A weird tingling sensation is touching every inch of my flesh and I don’t ever want it to stop.I know I am overreacting about her and Levi. I just... can't help it. I'm jealous; deliriously envious, and I've never felt this way about anyone or anything in the twenty-eight years of my existence.And it hits differently with her. If I thought I was head over heels in love with Tessa, my gods, was I wrong? Because she never made me feel like this… not even close.“I swear to the Gods, Maverick, I will make your life a living hell if you don't release me.” My beautiful wife sneers with turmoil and annoyance gleaming in her almond-shaped eyes. Making her look more gorgeous than ever.“Is that a promise, kitten?” I ask hoarsely, feeling my cock harden beneath my slacks, and I pull her body flush aga