ELENA DUVALMy past held a little charm in my life, but honestly, that didn't mean I couldn't see the beauties in my complicated present. No matter how small they were. There was him. The idea I'd finally bring down the Whitmans and clear my family's name. And the exhilarating of them all was I'd get to find my sisters. I'd get to see them again.My heels soon clicked on an expensive rug as the golden elevator doors binged in its opening. I slipped the private key cards Savio had given me in one of my past visits. It was used to access the private floor of the hotel. I rode to the highest floor of the Royal Haven. One of the hotels under the Russo’s name.The hallway was still and quiet, and I found the usual two men always stationed at the front door of Savio's office.With a slight bow, they opened the door for me.An instant warmth brushed my sides. The whisper of a certain thrill leaked off from a corner of the large office.I glanced to my side to find Dimitri leaning against the
DIMITRI CASTELLOPop. Pop. Pop.The blast ricocheted off the walls, bouncing against the soundproofing on the walls.I readjusted my gun to aim at the paper target hanging off the roof. Though right now I wished it was something else that could bleed.Fuck. Before I knew it, I had completely destroyed the target because images of Elena still consumed my mind. Her soft eyes, lips parted, the flare of hips, her sweet thighs as she shuddered while trying to take all of me.My heart rate sped up, and heat ran to my groin.It was already hard for her again.It hadn't been my plan to fuck her last night but once I had my hands on her, I couldn't stop. You'd think it would have given me some relief, but all it seemed to do was provide me with images and noises to obsess more over her.I couldn't think straight. Damn. My hands were shaking. One would think I had just lost my virginity. Fuck. She was the best lay I'd ever had. A chill ran down my back from the thought of it. Last night was f
ELENA DUVALI cried out, my back arching off the bed. So full. Too full. I pushed on his chest to get him to ease out, but he remained so deep I could feel him in my stomach. His body was so heavy as he laid on me, one hand braced on the bed and the other cradling my head.We stayed like that for a moment, his chest panting for air against mine.“You have no fucking idea what you've just unleashed, Elena,” His ragged breaths fanned my lips as he remained still.My breathing was hard and erratic, and staring into the dark storm swirling in his eyes sent a tremble down my spine.His lips pressed against my neck as he nibbled on it. “I've never fucked a woman without a condom,” His voice was warm and smooth, but his words formed s foreign feeling in my chest.He pulled away slightly to stare down at me. “You've just created a fucking monster, Elena,”His jaw clenched hard and then he fucked me. Skin to skin. It was so intense, my body warming and molding into his. Every thrust began to k
An explosion of fire spread from my stomach to the top of my fingers. My body tingled. I couldn't breathe.The press of his lips against mine hit me with such intensity. My first response was to push him away. I brought my palm up to shove him as hard as I could, but when he nipped at my bottom lip and then licked it, soothing the sharp sting with his tongue, want to fill my veins with boiling water. A man traveled up my throat. My fingers curled, and I scraped my nails down his stomach stopping at his belt buckle.He hissed against my lips and then slid his tongue inside my mouth. I felt that wet glide between my legs.His lips left mine after I'd only had a single taste of him while he nipped and sucked at my throat and collarbone. I suddenly wondered how many other women he kissed tonight. Just Isabella, or where there more but the thought was only fleeting as he moved a hand into my hair.My heartbeat dropped like a weight between my legs. The heat of his body, the force of his pr
ELENA DUVAL Dicky shook his head frantically. “No, please,”Dimitri wrapped his hand around his throat and lifted him until he stood on tiptoes and his face was turning red. Then he tossed him against the counter, and Dicky collided against the nicely arranged wine glasses and bottles.Dimitri unsheathed his knife and before I could as much blink, he pierced it through Dicky's wrist.I fought the urge to look away, even as Dicky's scream bounced against the walls. Blood splattered around, dripping from the table and mixing with the watery mess of alcohol on the floor.And like he had done this a million times, Dimitri skillfully tore through until Dicky's hand fell into the pool of blood.I swallowed the bile in my throat as Dimitri straightened. His hands and clothes were stained with blood. “Torin, take them outside,” Dimitri ordered without taking his eyes off Dicky.Evelina's laughter filled the room, parting the tension in the room like the Red Sea. I helped her up, leaving tog
ELENA DUVAL“Isabella Bardoni,” She stepped forward with her eyes admiring my dress. “Nice dress. Would you mind lending it after tonight?”“Sorry, I don't share dresses,”She nodded with her lips partly open like she perfectly understood. “But you do share your man right?”I narrowed my gaze.“I meant Dimitri,” She had a fake innocent smile. “I just wanted to look as good as you do in that dress when my Dimitri fucked me again,”The only words that managed to echo in my head were fucked and again. This was another of Dimitri's whores.“Oh no, sorry did I say something that offended you?” She made a gasp like she cared. “But we both know Dimitri would never settle for just an outsider who isn't part of the famiglia,”“Oh, so he's better off with a cheap slut, huh? Someone like you? Well too bad Isabella, I'm the one married to your Dimitri,”I gave my best saccharine smile, walking away with Evelina. While I pretended like the flames of anger licking at the surface of my body weren't