LOGINMichael.“What?” I blurt, hissing. “You don't mean that, do you?”Laura steps toward me, her face scrawled with determination. Just hearing her spill those words alone causes my heart to spike.“I mean every word I say!” She barks, her eyes, once filled with passion for me, now glimmer with nothing but anger. “Go back inside to your pathetic ass girlfriend!”She turns to leave right after, but I halt her gait by holding her wrist. Laura struggles, thrashing harshly to escape my grip, but I don't let go.I'd rather she fight me than call it quits between us.“Listen to me, little flame…” I plead, my voice lost in the tension clouding us. “What you saw in there was nothing…”“Let go of me! I'll not believe a word you say!” She yells, her heels kicking into the asphalt.I pull her to my chest, my hand slung over her waist. “I swear it, Malishka, that was…”“Fuck your words! I've had enough!”She doesn't let me speak or defend myself, just cutting me off mid-sentence, her body charged and
Michael.Is this a game?Why on earth is Antonio inducting a new member to our Allied Faction without sending a notice?And it’s Alicia of all people!Fuck!I wasn’t expecting our paths to cross again, and even if they did, not here, of all places.Tonight is supposed to be just about celebrating the Bianchi clan; nothing about initiating a new member should have taken place.Before coming here, I explicitly warned everyone to keep a low profile, hide our true lifestyle and business because of Laura.As the head of our Allied Faction— the group created months ago for all our allies and partners— I wield power, and all the dons and pakhans across several clans respect my decisions.Antonio agreed to the words; therefore, his façade as a businessman, but him inducting a new member here? That’s crazy.It wasn’t part of the plan, and right now, it grates on my last nerve.I peer at Laura, and I can see the confusion on her face.Fuck!How do I explain what’s happening here tonight? How do
Laura.The ride to the party was longer than I expected. I sit uncomfortably in the Limousine, every twitch of my hips on the opulent leather seat reminding me of the vaginal plug.It slowly massages against my G-spot, triggering me to moan and fight against the lump gathered in my throat.It thrills me long enough, a thin sheen of sweat appearing on my face, a telltale sign of my urgent desire to orgasm.Of course, my struggles were obvious, despite that, Michael ignored me, casually taking a drag of his cigar.I’m sure he’s enjoying my helpless state. It’s in the glint in his eyes and in the way he smirks whenever our eyes lock.The air between us starts to simmer, crackling with sexual tension that makes me want to snap.The moment we pull into the large mansion for the party and Michael helps me out of the car, I take a relieved breath.I never knew how much I needed to get out of the car until now. It’s as if his proximity intensified the urge, coupled with the plug massaging my
Laura.I’ve slowly fallen into the routine of being Michael’s girl. I still can’t believe it.It’s been two days already since Michael revealed his truest desires to me. He isn’t the cold billionaire I’ve read about in books. He’s more. A sadist.The first time he spanked me, I thought it was him punishing me, but the truth was that he enjoyed it more than I did.He derives pleasure from inflicting pain on others. That’s twisted, I must say, but the fact is that even knowing that truth, I still craved him.I begged him to hurt me, and every dose of pain he rained on me turned me on. I was wet everywhere for him.Seeing myself restrained by him while he whooped me had to be the biggest foreplay I’ve ever had.That was an explosive experience for me.It deepened what I felt for him, and when he said that he loved me, I felt my heart melting into a puddle for him.I didn’t return the words, of course, but it was written all over my face.All I asked him was never to keep secrets from me
Raven.I let a moment of tense silence pass, but I saw the regret on Dimitri’s face then.He didn’t want to give me his daughter.Ahh, I basked in that feeling, dragging it out as I relished it.After a while, I budged my head in a nod.“At twenty-two, no problem. We’ll call a truce on that…” Dimitri nodded while Michael glared daggers at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was his daughter they were giving up for marriage, but she wasn’t his daughter. Although Yulia mentioned to me that Michael is fond of the girl. He loved Princess like she was his daughter. “But we’ll need to sign a contract based on this.”“Of course,” Dimitri eagerly agreed.Three weeks later, Dimitri brought the contract, and I signed it with my damn blood, sealing the girl’s fate as well as their clan.To Dimitri, I’m obligated to keep to my word, but what’s a word to a man burning with the desire for vengeance? To man ready to reintroduce the legacies of his ancestors?I am Raven Blue, the ruler of the o
Raven.I take a very slow drag of my Cuban cigar, relishing the spread of nicotine throughout my system. My eye is pinned on my clan’s, Blue Sons, insignia—two battle axes stuck behind a skull.This brave clan, established by my ancestors, is the first mafia clan to ever exist. It was established by my ancestors, and as an heirloom, it was transferred from person to person until it got to me, Raven.The Blue sons controlled the underworld, dictated laws, and bent the government to its will. Those were our glorious days.Growing up, I watched my father trade children, women, men, drugs, you name them, and those were the things that brought prosperity and glory to our clan.No one dared to challenge us, not even those who call themselves the government. I watched my father command an army of criminals, a Harem of women, and hordes of children, spreading our influence far and wide.The goal was to remain the only power in the underworld, which was met until decades ago, when two little m







